Page 55 of The Last Love Story
My fingers clench the sheets. I’m so close.
Then my mouth falls open as I imagine taking him deep, choking on him—fuck.
Whiny moans slip out of me as my orgasm ripples through me, first in soft waves and then hard pulses.
I go limp against the bed, heart pounding.
Of all the things I thought might be difficult about living with Justin, how horny I’d be for him didn’t even cross my mind. If the tension keeps running this high, I’ll be lucky to survive the week without spontaneously combusting—or spontaneously orgasming—in front of him.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
JUSTIN
Holy fuck.
I am not okay.
Not at all okay.
I just saw Jade come.
I didn’t intend to see it. But I heard a weird noise coming from her bedroom and I wanted to be sure she was okay. That noise was her making the most sinful moans as she came. As much as I would’ve loved to have watched all day, I quickly shut the door.
I dip my head under the shower, which should probably be ice cold at this point, but I’m shameless as I wrap my hand around my cock.
It was bad enough to know she was watching me and my morning wood. Her shifting in bed is what woke me up, and why I rolled over. I could sense she was getting jittery. Part of me wanted to roll the opposite direction, though. To roll on top ofher, pin her to the bed, and thrust inside her. To swallow those sweet moans and keep them for myself. To watch her beautiful face go slack as she came undone.
Fuck.
I groan as my cum paints the shower wall.
That might be a record for the fastest I’ve come since I was sixteen.
Bracing my hand on the wall in front of me, I take a deep breath. Living with her might kill me. No. Fighting the tension between us is what’s going to kill me. I want to snap, pin her to the wall, and make it clear she’s mine.
Not because of a piece of paper.
Because I’m obsessed with everything about Jade Jackson, and there’s no doubt she’s my person. The one. When you know, you know. Well, I’ve never been more certain about anything.
She might not be ready to acknowledge it yet, but it won’t be long until she’s mine in every way.
When Devon and Kennedy were being idiots about their feelings while sharing a damn bed, I told him if you share a bed, sooner or later, you’re going to fuck.
Well, if you marry someone out of convenience, then move in together and share each other’s space… eventually you’re going to fall in love.
It’s science.
Or romance.
All I know is I’m falling for this girl, and there’s no stopping it, even if I wanted to.
After a quick shower, I dry off and get dressed, thankful I remembered to grab clothes from the living room first.
Or maybe not. I’m wired from all the chemistry sizzling between us, and I want to play. Push some buttons. See where we’ll go next.
I left my phone in the bedroom, so I have the perfect excuse to go back in and see what she’s doing now. Still, I open the door slowly. I’m not trying to catch her in an intimate moment.Even if the one I saw earlier will live rent-free in my mind forever.
She’s sitting on the bed, laptop on her lap, hair up in a cute little messy bun, and wearing square black-rimmed glasses. I stop and stare at her for a moment. I didn’t know she wore glasses.
