Page 26 of Despite It All
After getting her fill on the playset, we head back inside per Stevie’s next request of the day, which is to watchTangled,for the zillionth time. She watches it intently at first and narrates parts for Jett as if he isn’t watching it with her, even though I do feel his eyes on me quite a bit… which Stevie also catches a time or two and tells him to pay attention to her favorite parts.
But just as Rapunzel shows Flynn Rider her magic hair, we lose her. She conks out on my lap. Naps with Stevie can be a real hit or miss. At some point in the day, she usually takes one, but it either lasts a good twenty minutes or she’ll be down for two hours.
Jett laughs quietly looking down at her as she lets out a small snore. “Think we might have worn her out.”
I brush some hair from her face. “Yeah, I’d say so.” I want to scoop her up and take her to her bed, but she’s laying at a weird angle, and I’m afraid I’ll jostle her awake if I try. “Can you help me carry her to her room?”
Jett nods, and stands to pick her up. I don’t dare to turn off the movie until I know she’s fully asleep in her bed. I’ve transferred her enough times to know that any small change has the potential to wake her up.
Once he has her in his arms, I lead him into her room and quickly turn on her sound machine. Jett places her down on her bed slowly. It threatens to bring a smile to my face watching him with her. He probably would have really loved the baby stage… and he didn’t get to be a part of it.
He covers her up with a blanket then picks up some of the others. “Does she really need all of these blankets?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I whisper back. “Hurry up, we’re on borrowed time here.”
He shakes his head and lays the rest of the blankets on top of her. He takes a step back and smiles at her. “She looks so cute when she’s asleep. I mean she’s always cute but—”
Suddenly Stevie wiggles in her sleep, and I’m pretty sure we both hold our breath until she snuggles up to a blanket and settles back down.
“Okay, time to go,” I say, and take his hand without thought and lead him out of her room. When I realize what I’ve done, I drop his hand quickly and close her door.
“Sorry,” I mumble as I pass by him back into the living room. Not that I think he cares I took his hand, but I do. Touching him was a bad impulse on my part.
Seems silly to get all worked up over holding his hand, but I’ve spent the past couple hours trying to remember what they felt like. Those strong, calloused hands I now know have come from years of playing baseball, not any of the other jobs I had pictured for him before.
Memories that have been on replay come to the front of my brain. I pick up the remote to click off the movie, mostly because I need to have something else in my hand to distract me.
I can feel Jett watching me intently, as if he could read my mind if he tried hard enough. “Wy, if you want me to head out, I can.”
I sigh and hang my head. I’ve probably come off like such a bitch today. “No, I’m sorry. I…” I can’t think of any excuse that sounds reasonable. I’ve been overwhelmed? No shit, so has he, but he’s not acting all weird. I’m burying myself in guilt? Can’t tell him that, he’ll try to tell me it’s okay, but it’s not. Um, I’m horny and can’t stop thinking of you naked? Yeah, I just need to shut my mouth.
He takes a dangerous step in and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Talk to me, Wyla. What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
Jett’s hand trails from my ear, down my jaw, to my chin and tilts it up for my eyes to meet his. Those damn blue eyes don’t even have a hint of anger or resentment. All day they’ve had nothing but pure joy in them, which has only made my mixed emotions worse.
And now he’s looking at me like if he could fix what’s bothering me, he would do it in a heartbeat. He’s looking at me like I’m this treasure he’s been searching for and finding me wasn’t at all a disappointment.
Damn, to-do list, what was my fucking to-do list?
My gaze goes down to his lips… oh right, Jett.
My hands go to his face, pulling him to me because if I don’t feel the reminder of his lips on mine, I’ll go insane. And I think he feels the same because he pulls my body flush to his and kisses me relentlessly.
I swear, it’s even better than I remember. Kissing shouldn’t feel this good, but the feel of his tongue against mine almost sets me over the edge. Fuck, this is addicting.
I climb up him and wrap my legs around his waist. He backs up to the couch falling back so I’m straddling him. I can’t help but let my hands travel down to his chest and his go up to my hair.
More. More. I want more. I slide my hands under his shirt to feel him. Feel his hard chest… just like I remember.I involuntarily grind my hips, and something else is definitely hard. I let out a groan. I want him so badly.
Jett cups my ass and squeezes, moving my hips again. Our kiss becomes messy, and I’m pretty sure the only goal here is to completely consume each other. I can’t break away from his mouth, and my hips start a steady rhythm. Even through our jeans, I swear he’s gotten bigger.
Everything about this feels amazing, and neither of us have even shed a single article of clothing yet.
Jett moves his arms around my back and turns us, so I’m now laying back on the couch, and he’s on top of me. I welcome the weight of his body against mine. “Jett,” I moan when he starts to rock against me and kisses down my neck.
His hand slides under my shirt and starts to palm one of my breasts while the other stays underneath me, squeezing my ass. Jett kisses up my neck and nips my ear before whispering, “I’ll never have enough of you. Five years did nothing to lessen my need for you.” He kisses my neck again. “I guess we’ll have to make up for lost time.”
Red alert signs go flashing through my head. I shouldn’t be doing this. I push back on his chest. “Wait, stop.”
