Page 78 of Sky Full of Stars

“Mind if I join you? I can massage you.”

“Is that code for something else?”

“No,” he laughs. “I told you, I want to take care of you.”

We get into the bath, he sits behind me and pulls me back against him. I lay in his arms, my head resting back against his chest and he massages my temples. It feels really nice. I keep my eyes closed as he picks up a sponge and starts washing me. He makes me feel safe and cared for but I can’t stop seeing the image of him kissing her.

After he helps me out and dries me off, he goes to make me something to eat after putting the TV on for me. I’m not really hungry but I eat the soup.

“I don’t have any work stuff tomorrow,” he says, getting into bed next to me after taking the tray of food away. “You have me all to yourself.”

He says he needs to do some work tonight so he’s definitely free of anything tomorrow and shuts off the lamp on my side of the bed. I watch him, concentrating on his phone as he goes through his diary and answers some emails. When he is done he shuffles closer so I’m lying with my head on his chest and he trails his fingers over my arms. He doesn’t try anything, he just holds me and eventually I drift off.

When I wake in the morning I watch him sleeping. He looks peaceful and younger in sleep. His hair falling over his forehead and his lips parted slightly. He really is a beautiful man. The sheet is twisted around his thighs but I can see the rest of him. His body is gorgeous, and my eyes follow the length of his chest and stomach down to the V in his hips, I gasp when I see he’s hard. Jesus, boys really can do that at the drop of a hat. Even in sleep.

“Morning,” he startles me. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” I smile.

“Good, I was worried about you.”

“I’m fine.”

“Come here,” he pulls me down onto him, hooking my leg over him so I’m lying flat on top of him. I can feel his erection pressing against my stomach. “I don’t like seeing you sick. We can have an easy day today, I don’t need to be anywhere.”

All I can do is smile. As sad as I feel, I can’t deny what he does to my body. When he kisses me and rolls me so he is pressed against my side, I let him. He trails his hand down between my legs, he groans when he feels how wet I am.

It’s nothing like the other night, he is slow and his kisses soft but he still takes control of my mouth. I wrap my arms around his back as he moves slowly, kissing me and smiling at me when our lips part, gently stroking in and out.

“God you feel so good, Jenna,” he whispers. “I could do this all day with you.”

I tuck my face into his shoulder, he cups the back of my head holding me close to him. I feel the familiar pull in my lower stomach, down into where he is moving against me. He lowers my head back and looks into my eyes.

“I want to watch you come, baby. Look at me.”

It’s so intense I gasp hard as he maintains the slow movements, riding me through it, before he releases into me with a groan. He drops but keeps his weight from crushing me.

“That was so good,” he kisses my ear and my neck. “You’re beautiful.”

I squeeze my arms around him, holding him tight.

He laughs. “You can let me go,” he kisses my mouth. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You are,” I say it before I can stop myself. He looks down at me.

“Not yet, and it will only be for a little while. Just because we are apart for a few weeks doesn’t mean I’m going anywhere.”

If only I could believe that.

We have a lazy day around the house, I finally cook the meal I promised and he says it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. I’m sure he is exaggerating. We take a long walk hand in hand on the beach. He is attentive and keeps touching me and kissing me and making sure I’m okay. It’s weakening my resolve. How can a man go from this to getting back with his ex? I’m not being fair to him, I’m not trusting him, but I’m still so scared of what might happen in those six weeks. He is playful in the pool again but the look in his eyes turns to lust when he is touching me and we make love in the pool. I wonder if he did that with her.

Stop it.

While he is showering I get a call from Brooke.

“I’m looking at you.”

“What?”

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