Page 125 of Absolute Certainty
Still, she wanted more.
She’d missed him.
When Sahar got home on Sunday night, Jay had texted her that he was approximately twenty minutes away. It gave her enough time for a quick body shower and a change of clothes.
He’d wanted to take the lavender dress off her? Well, his wish was her command.
She put on the dress, opting out of a bra and knickers this time around. She was also extremely thankful that she’d finally managed to fold the laundry that’d been taunting her. Jay’s bedroom had been so neat, so organized, and while Sahar had far more things in hers, it was at least tidier now. She’d also steamed the dress the night before, giving her another small win.
Most importantly, her ankle wasn’t being a nuisance anymore.
A rap on the door alerted her to his arrival, and Sahar tousled her hair one more time in the bathroom mirror before she skipped to the living room.
When they were face to face again, she couldn’t suppress the corners of her mouth from twitching upward. “Hi,” she said, stepping aside for him to walk in.
Jay’s jaw visibly dropped, sending a surge of heat coursing through her. Groaning, he swept her up by her waist and locked the door with his other hand. “Hi.”
Sahar giggled, relishing in the desire she felt cascading out of him.
Being with Jay felt right. So right that the mere thought of even poking at their bubble with her truth sounded disastrous.
She just wantedthem—his body melding with hers, his words wrapping around her heart. Unwavering happiness. Unmarred adoration. Sahar wanted forever.
Planting his mouth at her pulse point, he bit down and simultaneously squeezed her ass as he spoke. “Did you wear this dress because of what I said?”
When Sahar felt his erection against her thigh, a moan and ayesfused together.
Jay’s mouth landed back on hers in a kiss so deep, she was sure she’d lose her balance. Only, he was the one who seemed to lose balance as it dawned on him that his hiking fingers weren’t running into more fabric underneath her dress. “Fuck me,”he bit out, his voice delicious and dark and so fucking hot.
Sahar palmed his erection over his jeans. “Oh, I intend to.” His mouth dipped to the sensitive spot behind her ear as her hands quickly undid his zipper.
And then she dropped to her knees.
Looking up at the sight of him, flushed and unguarded before her, Sahar felt the safety net of the trust they’d built.
She lowered his boxer briefs with his jeans, gawking. The red on his cheeks deepened in color as she licked her way up the hard length of him, reveling in the audible hitch in his breath.
When she brought him fully into her mouth and sucked, it was less intolerable than it’d been in the past. Saharknewthat Jay would remember her preference. His eyes glazed and heart on full display, she braced one hand around his thigh and circled her fingers around him.
Pumping. Sucking. Licking.
Jay stopped her then, brilliantly breathless. He tipped her chin up with his fingers, his gaze burning through every barricade that armored her. “Sahar,” he rasped. “That’s enough, sunshine. Inside of you.”
She rose to her feet and kissed him, first—an act of gratitude—a surrender of her heart, perhaps. And then she hurried them toward her bedroom.
He stumbled, stopped, and shrugged off his jeans, grabbing them with one hand while keeping his arm fully around her waist. Inside her bedroom, he threw the denim on her floor beside the now-empty laundry basket, sparking a fuzzy warmth of comfort to travel through her. She yanked off his T-shirt, throwing it somewhere in the vicinity of his trousers.
Jay’s hands reached for the bottom of her dress again, and he lifted it off her, the stretchy material obliging as if it were as excited for her as she was.
Every curse out of his mouth felt like a prayer—an unfiltered note of praise.
Sahar directed him backward toward her bed and pushed him onto the mattress. A satisfied grunt blew out from somewhere deep in his throat.
And then, she straddled him.
“You’re going to kill me, you know that?” He skated his fingers over her shoulders, down along the middle of her breastbone, all the way to her belly button, before he moved his arms around her ass, bringing her closer to him. “Since you told me you wanted to be on top, the vision of you riding me has been ineverysingle one of my thoughts.”
She ground on him in one slow, deliberate motion.
