I shrugged and walked right past him into his place. “I intend to make you recite poetry because you want to, Jett. It’s never forced. It’s—”
I didn’t finish my sentence because he grabbed my face and devoured my mouth.
I gasped in surprise, but he didn’t let up. He dove in deeper, pressing his body against me. The way his tongue tasted mine, the way he didn’t hesitate but gripped my face like it was the only thing he ever wanted made me feel like we had something more than just tonight.
He kissed me like he wanted there to be more.
Maybe I imagined it, because then he pulled back and held my face in his hands. His blue eyes looked almost black, and he stared at me like he wanted me to see into his thoughts. “This is reality, Vick.”
I leaned in to kiss him, and I didn’t hold back. I wrapped my legs around him and let my dress bunch up. I felt him against me. He was long, hard. Ready.
He slid his hands down to my butt and groaned when he felt just a thong beneath my dress. He lifted me up and carried me to his bed.
I didn’t look around or take in how he had set up his suite. I didn’t care. When he fell back onto the bed with me on top of him, I lifted myself so he could slide my dress over my head. Then I was back on him, sucking his bottom lip, biting it, and working his belt and zipper underneath me.
His hands slid up my back, and one wrapped around my ponytail. He pulled it hard enough that I leaned back and moved to the side. Then he was on top of me, taking over. He ravaged my neck, biting it roughly and then licking it better. He didn’t waste time taking off any more of his clothes. He grabbed protection, slid my panties over to the side and plunged into me.
I was ready for him, so ready that I orgasmed on his first thrust. I pulled him close and screamed into his shoulder as stars brighter than the freaking sunset burst through me.
I rode my high and he let me, watching me the entire time in the darkness of that room.
When I came down from it, legs still wrapped around his waist and him still deep inside me, he said, “You’re in the darkness now. You want to know if you look any different than when you were under the light of the sunset?”
I barely comprehended what he was talking about but I nodded. “Sure,” I mumbled in a state of shock at how blissful it was to get off by none other than Mr. Negative.
He looked down at where our bodies connected and then back up at me. “Still the same. You look exactly the same. Truth, doll.”
I shrugged, not caring that he hadn’t given me a poetic line. I’d just had a fairy-tale orgasm.
His next words seared into me though. They left a tattoo on my heart.
“Beautiful as fucking ever. Most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time. Light or dark. Under any light.” He waited a beat. “Truth.”
Then he rocked back to thrust into me hard, not giving me a moment to respond.
I blame alcohol for the idea of love that swirled in my head. He balanced me and showered me with compliments throughout the night. His whispers of how perfect this was, how good I felt, sparked my own dreams of a wedding day, of a happily ever after. The way his hands smoothed over my skin like it was made of pure gold and the way he ran his nose along my nape.
He wanted me the way I wanted him. I knew it. He wanted the love, the future, and the commitment.
Like stars glittering against the night sky, I felt like I shined damn brighter than ever before with him beside me.
After we made love again, he fell asleep, and I raked my eyes over his entire body. He breathed in air like he dominated it, his muscles rippling with the effort. The frown he normally wore disappeared, as if his dreams freed him from the drain of reality. He looked at peace and he needed that. Worrying about every war the world waged at every moment of the day wasn’t healthy.
I could attest to that. Once upon a time, there was no happily ever after for me.
I fell asleep after snuggling into his arms. I was excited for what the morning would bring. We would talk over the future and enjoy the sandy beaches of Kauai.
His arms weren’t around me when I woke. I stirred and found not even a sheet covering my body. I woke up cold and sat up to look around.
The sun shined into the bedroom, and I smiled as I breathed in that humid air, listened to the rustle of the trees, and thought about our extraordinary night.
I stretched and winced a little, knowing I would need water and ibuprofen to fend off the headache that was sure to come after the amount of alcohol I'd consumed. Even more so because Jett had ravaged me last night. I was sore in places I wasn’t sure I’d ever ached before.
He strolled in from the bathroom, a white towel hanging from his hips and a few stray droplets of water glistening on his chest.
Part of me couldn’t believe I’d slept with that amazing specimen all night long. Every muscle cut into the next with precision and they moved in beautiful sync with one another as he entered the room.
He hadn’t looked toward me yet as he dried his hair with another towel. I let the sheets hang loosely on me as I tried for a sexy rasp, “You look good this morning.”