She smiles, and those hands tighten on my shoulders.
“But,” I continue, “we’re going slow here, sweets.”
“We can do slow later,” she offers. “Fast now, slow later.”
“Slow now, slow later.”
She narrows her eyes, and I laugh, then fasten my lips over one of her nipples. She sighs and shoves her fingers into my hair.
“See? It’s a good idea.”
“What about slow now, fast later, then slow later-later.”
My head comes up in surprise. “You’re trying to kill me.”
She giggles and then sighs again when my lips travel down to her navel. Her skin smells like lavender and lemon and feels like fucking heaven.
I’ve dreamed of her like this for years.
I never thought I’d be back here.
I lean my forehead against her belly, her hips in my hands, and simply stop to rest and take a breath.
“What’s wrong?” she asks and combs her fingers in my hair once more. God, she’s good at that.
“I just missed you,” I murmur and then look up at her. “I missed everything about you.”
She curls up, cups my cheek, and presses her lips to mine so sweetly it makes my heart ache. Her lips are soft and pliable, and when she moans in that light way she does, I press her back down and return to the task at hand.
Making her fucking crazy.
Chapter Thirteen
Daphne
Was it always this intense? Before, when we were so young and so ridiculously in love with each other, was it this intense when we made love?
Because this is way better than I remember.
Maybe it’s good that I don’t remember it being this way because it would have only pissed me off more.
I can’t stop combing my fingers through his soft hair. He presses a sweet kiss to my stomach, and the butterflies there go absolutely crazy.
The room is cool, thanks to a landlord that believes in a good air-conditioning unit, and Jack’s skin is warm against me, his mouth hot as he leaves open-mouthed kisses over my body.
I take a deep breath and let myself close my eyes and simply feel him. Enjoy how he makes me feel—so sexy and alive. My body hums with excitement, and my heart swells with more love than I knew was possible.
When he slides over me, links his hand with mine, and unites us, the lights flicker around us—just the way they used to before.
My eyes meet his as he smiles.
The lights get crazier as he picks up the tempo.
I bite his shoulder.
He growls in my ear.
And the world explodes around us in a wave of pure, wild lust.
“I think we broke the lightbulb in the bathroom,” I mutter, struggling to catch my breath.
“I’ll replace it,” he says before rolling over and pulling me with him. He tucks me against his chest. “In about ten years, when I can move again.”
“It’s crazy to me that we always made the lights do that.” I let my fingers drift up and down his hard, flat stomach. “I’m not able to do that any other time.”
“Me, either.” He kisses my forehead. “Are you hungry?”
I lift my head in surprise. “Are you hungry? I ate enough tacos earlier to feed Mexico.”
He smirks. “You always were a little dramatic.”
I narrow my eyes and pinch his side, making him yelp. “Why does everyone say that? I’m literally not dramatic.”
He laughs and pulls me against him, even when I try to half-heartedly fight him off—just out of principle.
“Right. You’re not dramatic. Okay.”
“You know what? You’re a smartass. No more blowjobs for you, ever again.”
“Okay, there’s no need to take it that far.”
I laugh when he rolls me onto my back and then sigh when he kisses my neck in that spot that makes my toes curl.
“What do you say we make the lights flicker again?” he asks.
“I thought you were hungry.”
“I am.” His tongue traces the outside of my ear. “For you.”
* * *
I wake to the bed moving, and the blankets shifting. I crack one eye to see Jackson ease his way out of bed and have a spectacular view of his very fine ass.
“Just stay in bed.” I reach for him, but I miss and fall with my face in the mattress.
“You need coffee,” he says, grinning down at me in that very pleased way men do when they know they’ve spent the better part of the night before rocking your world. “And I know what your wrath feels like when you’re deprived of caffeine first thing in the morning.”
“Well, yeah, of course I need coffee. But I could use something else first.” I waggle my eyebrows and send him a come-hither look as I sit up and let the blankets fall to my hips, revealing my breasts.
Jackson always was a boob man.
He crawls back onto the bed, like a wolf stalking its prey, and kisses me like crazy. Suddenly, overpowering nausea moves through me from head to toe.