Page 117 of Sky Full of Stars

“We’ll figure it out,” she smiles at me and it lights up everything inside me.

I don’t care about anything else but the feel of her against me, so I pull her in to kiss the shit out of her.

Chapter Thirty-Three

It’s a blur of clothes removal and stumbling after that as I drag her to the bedroom. The only sound we make is the panting of our heavy breaths and the swish of fabric as it falls on the floor. I pick her up by the back of her thighs and she leans down so her lips are on mine, I smile against them when she moans, then toss her backwards. She squeals as she hits the bed and bounces up but I follow, crawling over her as she laughs.

“Can’t believe you’re here,” I say, throwing her jeans over my shoulder then grabbing the sides of her thong to pull it down over her knees and toss that too.

“I’m here,” she breathes but anything else she says abruptly cuts off as I bury my face between her thighs. I’m still none the wiser to what her thoughts are about us being outed but as she moans and writhes, her back arching up when I grab both of her tits and squeeze them, it has to be a good sign, right?

“Can’t get enough of you,” I tell her devouring her like it’s been weeks instead of days.

“Oh God,” she cries out, her hips rise to my mouth. She tries to buck upwards but my arms up the length of her body are holding her down. I barely slow down when she comes until she’s half pushing me away. “Too much,” she cries.

I get up on my knees, wiping my mouth as I crawl over her. “Never enough.”

I don’t think about anything else but being inside her as I ram home, and she lets out the sexiest, breathy moan I’ve ever heard. I kiss and push into her but something feels different.

“Shit,” I stop.

“What?”

“No condom,” I hover over her, looking down into her gorgeous face. “Is it okay…? I’ve never done it without before.”

“Me either,” her tongue flicks out and licks my lip, making me pulse inside her. “It feels amazing.”

“You trust me?”

She nods without hesitation. “I’m on birth control, so if you’re okay with it.”

“I’m fucking okay with it,” I give her a filthy smile then kiss her as I start moving again. I give it to her hard, barely able to control myself, kissing down her body, trying to swallow all of her breast in one go, loving every sound she makes. I lightly bite her nipple, then let my teeth sink in. Jenna sucks in a sharp breath and winces, until I release and lick around it to sooth the bite and she moans, arching up to me.

I look up at her, my lips trail up her collar bone, throat, then her chin and lips. She pulls me tighter against her and without conscious thought, I slow my movements right down as I stare into her beautiful eyes. It’s finally the right time.

“I love you, Jen.”

“I know.”

I burst out a laugh. Her fingers run through the hair on my nape as she smiles.

“I love you too.”

“Cool.” It’s her turn to laugh now. “So damn much, Jen. I’ve never felt like this.”

Her smile is soft but she squeezes my dick deep inside her, the time for talking is over. I don’t care about the show or the band, or the leak of those pictures, or whether Erica is the one trying to ruin this. No one and nothing can ruin this.

Afterwards, I go to the bathroom and grab a washcloth and soak it with warm water. She’s surprised when I come back and gently clean her up. I may not have done this before but I will always take care of her. Once that’s done, I fall back onto the bed and pull her so she’s lying on top of me, her head beneath my chin. Our legs tangle as I stroke her hair with one hand and the other runs down her spine, my fingers lightly dancing over her soft skin.

“What time is your show?”

“Fuck the show.” She lifts her head and frowns. “You know what I mean.” I brush her tangled hair back from her face. I love how freshly fucked she looks, it makes me proud knowing I did this to her. “Before I go anywhere, we need to talk.”

“Yeah,” she sighs and sits up.

I feel the loss of her, but she doesn’t climb off, she just sits up, her hands on my chest. I sit up too and hold her hips so she doesn’t fall as I shuffle back to lean against the headboard. It isn’t cold but I pull the comforter around her hips.

“We’re trying to figure out who put the pictures out there, we think we know.”

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