Slowly, Jess lifts her hips, slides up, and then down again on my shaft. I grit my teeth and groan, and she does it again and again, slow and rhythmic. Her arms lift and she fists her hair, bites her bottom lip, and rides me a little faster.
She’s a fucking goddess.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say softly as my hands go to her breasts.
Dropping her hands, she lays them over mine, pressing them hard to her chest. She does all this without missing a single stroke as she fucks me.
My body is coiled so tight, I feel like I’m going insane with the need to come. But I’m not going first. I want her to get off again and then I’ll follow.
Slipping a hand free, I drop it between her legs. Rubbing the pad of my thumb over her clit shocks Jess, and she loses her rhythm.
Which is fine by me, I can’t wait any longer.
Sitting up, I wrap my arms around her and roll her to her back. She’s barely flat before my hips are pumping into her.
“Yes,” she whispers, giving credence to the force by which I’m fucking her compared to the slow, sensual dance she was doing on me.
“Need you to come, JJ,” I murmur, resting my forehead against hers.
“I’m close,” she gasps as I thrust hard. She spreads her legs, wraps them around my waist, and bucks against me.
“Get there with me, baby.” I push a hand between our bodies and rub her clit as I tunnel into her.
To my satisfaction, she goes first, but not by much. She stiffens, cries out into my shoulder, and I can feel her contract all around my cock. It sends me over the edge as I slam into her one last time.
I drop down onto her, wrap my arms around her as tight as I can without hurting her, and I empty myself violently. Every fucking drop, I feel like I’m melting right into her. Becoming more a part of her than I ever knew was possible.
“I love you, JJ.” I press my lips to her neck, my body still shuddering with spasms of pleasure.
“I love you,” she says softly. “So much.”
CHAPTER 14
Jessica
For someone who has a deadly Russian psychopath after her, I feel amazing. And yes, it has everything to do with the change in my relationship with Dozer. Finally, after years of us being afraid to realize what we were truly meant to be, we’re there.
Almost.
There’s a small part of me that wonders if Dozer is fully committed to this idea of us being a couple. Obviously, we need to talk more about our future. For instance, we live in different states. Someone will need to move, but I’m open about that.
There’s just something I can’t quite put my finger on that still has him holding what feels like a secret in reserve. Is it a general unease over this Borovsky situation? Maybe he can’t put his full attention on our future until this is buttoned up?
That could be it, but I feel like he knows information I don’t, even though he swears I know everything he does. Last night while we lay exhausted in each other’s arms, we talked about the hunt for Borovsky. I learned nothing more than what he’d already shared, but I guess I need the continual reassurance. As it stands, my family and I are officially in hiding from a crazed killer. I’m sure that’s got Dozer a little off-kilter.
I’m choosing not to worry about those things, though. We’re safe. Dozer loves me, and I love him, all in a very new way, but in the way we both want to be. There’s nothing but good things coming our way.
“I’m heading out,” I call to my mom before opening the apartment door. I decided to make use of the gym facilities here on the fourth floor. I worked out regularly in Miami and haven’t been able to do so since we left.
“See you in a bit,” my mom says. She and Thea have plans to bake with Joslyn a little later, which I appreciate. Joslyn is an incredibly busy woman. She still maintains her career as an actress and musician, but she is very careful to pick only the best projects, and she commits to nothing that will take her away from Kynan for long. She doesn’t do anything back-to-back but takes a lot of time off in between. However, I know she’s currently studying a script for a film she’ll be doing soon, so for her to take time to make us feel not only welcome but entertained here is beyond touching. She’s an amazing soul.
I make my way to the gym. I luckily packed some workout gear, and I’m sporting a pair of gray leggings and an old University of Miami T-shirt that’s seen better days.