I glared up at him. “I thought that having sex was part of the deal you made me make with you this morning? Wasn’t that what you wanted?”
“Of course it’s what I wanted, but I wasn’t expecting it. All I wanted was to make sure you would be in my bed every night, Flick. Making love is your decision. I’ve never forced a woman before and I don’t plan on starting now.” His lips skimmed over my forehead before he rested his chin on top of my head. “Lie still and sleep, baby.”
Tears burned my eyes as I lay there, letting him hold me. I’d seriously thought that sex was going to be part of the deal I’d made with him. Maybe I’d even made it because of that, so I could have that part of him without letting my heart melt toward him again.
It was too late for that now. Without me even realizing it, I’d let my walls down that day and he’d snuck in. He’d never had to try very hard to get me to fall for him, though. His treating me like I was special had been my downfall the last time, and it hadn’t even taken that much this time around. A small touch here, a deep look there and I’d become putty in his hands all over again.
I knew it was because I hadn’t fallen out of love with him the last time. As much as I wanted to believe I’d moved on from Jet Hannigan, I knew it was a big fat lie. I wasn’t ever going to move on. I wasn’t ever going to get over him. The sooner I admitted that, the better off I was going to be.
With fingers that trembled, I touched his chest. His heart was pounding, telling me that despite his words he was just as desperate for me as I was for him. Jet sucked in a deep breath. “Sleep, Flick. I’m not going to take advantage of you.”
“Wh-what if I want you to take advantage?” I whispered.
“I’d say you have to be the first one to make a move, love. I’ve gotten what I want. You back in my bed, in my arms. Anything after that is only a bonus. But you have to be the one to make it happen.” His lips were nearly scalding against my cheek. “If you want me, I’m right here. Take what you want. But don’t expect me to do it for you.”
Love?
He’d never used that endearment before. It had always been babe or baby. My heart squeezed as I savored that one little word for the moment. How could I be this happy over one little word? It was stupid and crazy, but I let that itty bitty word work its way into the deepest parts of my soul and wasn’t surprised when the shredded parts started to heal—just a little.
With a sigh I lifted my head and skimmed my lips over his. He went completely still. I didn’t even think he was breathing right then. Smiling to myself at his reaction, I kissed him again, just as softly. My finger over his heart tangled in the small patch of hair on his hard chest.
His lips tasted just as I remembered. Dark and dangerous. That was how I would always describe this man. It was a delicious taste. Alluring. Powerful. Knowing I affected him just as much as he did me made me feel just as dangerous as I knew he was. Just as powerful. I could make Jet Hannigan forget to breathe with just a light touch of my lips against his.
How had I forgotten that I had always been able to produce this reaction in this man? Even if it was just on a physical level, Jet and I made an incredible combination. Some people didn’t even have that much going for them. The passion wasn’t there for them and that was just a sad life to have to live. I’d never worried about us when it came to our attraction to each other. It was only when my heart had begged for more that things had gone south for us.
I wouldn’t be that stupid this time around. I wouldn’t let my heart rule our relationship—whatever that might be. It didn’t matter that I was still in love with Jet. None of it mattered. I just wanted as much of this, as much of the fire and desire and dangerousness as I could get. Who knew how long it would last? Maybe he would get bored with me all over again in just a few weeks or months and he would let me go back to work for Emmie. But I would hold on to each second that I got with him.
“Flick.” He breathed my name in a choked voice. “Are you sure?”
“Shh,” I commanded softly. “I want this.” I kissed him again. This one was longer, harder. Deeper. I let my tongue slip inside his hot mouth and played with his tongue until neither of us could breathe.
The hand at my waist unclenched and he caught my hip, holding on hard but not enough to leave a bruise. This was how it had always been. My big, scary, alpha biker was hard as nails but as soon as he touched me, he became gentle. Tender. Maybe that was why I’d held out so much hope that he cared about me just as much as I did him.
Pushing that thought down, I lift
ed both hands to rake my fingers through his hair, holding him in place as I breathed him in and deepened the kiss even more. Lower, his hard cock flexed against my stomach. I was helpless to hide my desire from him as my thighs became soaked with my need. It had been so damn long since I’d had a man between my legs. Jet had been the only one ever to explore my most intimate places and that was the way it would stay. I wanted no other man like I wanted him and I wouldn’t settle for second best.
If he wanted me to be the one to take things further, then that was what I would do. Still kissing him, I pushed on his shoulders and he fell onto his back willingly. His hand on my hip ventured lower until he was covering my gushing pussy with his entire hand. Yes, I wanted to cry. Yes. Yes. Yes.
I straddled his waist, opening myself wide for him in hopes his fingers would explore me deeper. When they didn’t and he just stroked up and down my drenched lips, I finally broke the kiss. We were both gasping for breath, panting like we’d just run a mile. I could see better in the dark room now, could make out the shape of his face and the way his mouth glistened from our crazy kiss. I wanted him more right then than I’d ever wanted him in my entire life.
“Are…” I had to stop and clear my throat so that I could speak. “Are you clean?”
“Fuck yes,” he growled, both his hands holding onto my waist now. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
I didn’t believe that last part for a second, but I knew he wouldn’t lie to me about being clean. He might not love me but he respected me enough not to put me at risk. I shifted on top of him until my throbbing pussy covered his pulsing cock. We both let out a low moan as I rubbed my clit over the tip, torturing us both in the best kind of way. Stars flashed in front of my eyes and I tried not to cry out as I felt my orgasm start to build with just the little tease I was giving us.
Sucking in a deep breath, I grasped his long, thick cock in my right hand and positioned him at my entrance. I wanted to hold on to the moment he slid deep inside of me but knew that it would be over too quick no matter how slow I took things. Biting my lip to keep from crying out in sheer pleasure as I slid down his large shaft, I moved until I was stuffed full with him. I was seated on him, my body taking just a moment to adjust to the fullness.
“Fuck,” he muttered and gripped my hips to keep me locked in place. “Fuck, you feel so good. Give me a minute, love. I’m already fighting for control. I want to last for you but don’t know if I can.”
“I…I don’t know how long I’ll…last,” I panted. “You feel amazing inside of me, Jet.”
“You’re so hot, Flick. Hot and wet just for me.” He shook his head as if he were actually fighting with himself. “And tight. So damn tight. I want you so bad, love. So fucking bad.”
“I want to move,” I breathed. With the hold he had on me, I couldn’t even shift my hips let alone start riding him the way I wanted.
“Not yet,” he growled in that rough voice I remembered so well. It told me he was holding on by a thread, that he was going to let go soon. I wanted him to come just as desperately as I wanted it for myself.