Page 221 of Entangled

He and I didn’t learn how to love safely. Love came turbulent and unpredictable—always with the threat of it being snatched away.

It still does.

IknowJaykob loves me, even if he can’t say it yet... but this arrangement may be too much for him. He might leave me, really leave me, over this.

The thought of losing him terrifies me, and I kiss him again, harder, until his tongue slips out to battle with mine and hot, honeyed desire starts to wind through my cold fear.

“You don’t need to decide right now,” I murmur against his lips. “Just think about it. Please. Really think about it. I love you so much, Jayk.”

His hand smooths along my face until he’s cupping it. Startled, my eyes fly open, and I see him watching me.

The kiss changes.

His aggression eases back, and for the first time ever, he kisses me slow. It turns deep. Languorous. His lids hood, and mine slide shut as I sink into him.

I’m drunk on it.

I didn’t know Jayk could kiss like this—so full of unselfish desire. In it, I hear all the things he can’t find the words for.

I love you. I need you. I’m fucking terrified.

My hands rub over his chest as I pant into his mouth.

I kiss him back.

I know. I have you. I love you.

His cock is hot and hard again under me, and I can’t ignore it anymore. He’s kissing me like he loves me, and even unspoken, I’m filled with desperate need for him to mark it on my body. I reach down to fumble with his zipper. He helps me, pulling the unsatisfied length free again.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything,” he says, with more sweet awkwardness than I’m used to from him.

My lips hover a breath from his.

“I want you to take me.” His hands are resting lightly on my waist, and I hold them, dragging them under my skirts. Breathing raggedly, he lets me move him further, until I’ve dragged his hands to my ass. “I want you to take mehere.”

As if he can’t help himself, his hands squeeze hard, and he scowls. “What is wrong with you? Don’t you want some fucking romance?”

I swallow a moan as his hands tighten further, enough to bite. Enough to bruise. After Beau’s coaxing touches, it feels especially crude.

I tremble, growing wet and pliant on top of him.

“It’s yours, Jayk. The first time, anyway. Make it good for me. Make me like it.”

At ‘first time,’ his eyes flare jealously, and a thrill runs through me.

I lean in and lick his lips, tasting him. “Please, Jayk. Show me how you wanted to do it. I want it to be you.”

Jayk lets out a rumble of warning, deep in his chest, and I shiver. His fingers travel over my soft skin until his fingertip grazes over my puckered hole.

“Fuck,” he swears against my lips. He kisses me, harder this time. “I don’t have anything out here. I don’t even have lube.”

Oh. I lift up my dress, feeling around for the little bottle and draw it out. He stares at it.

“Anything else?” I ask breathlessly.

He yanks me against his chest, and I feel his cock throbbing against my stomach.

“You had that this whole fucking time?” His hand claps against my ass in a brutal slap, and I cry out, squirming against him until my clit is pressed against his rigid cock. The sting quickly mellows into my favorite flush of heat, and I can’t help the immediate, restless grind of my hips.

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