He doesn’t.
He grips my hips and unleashes all that power coursing through his veins. I raise my eyes and stare at his reflection.
His eyes glint feral, his abs waving as he thrusts, his strong arms holding me against his pounding. Lips parted, he draws in sharp air intakes, his chest pumping.
He fucks me hard. And good. He frees my body and quiets my mind, sending me into a floating state.
I ride that high with him, our scarred hearts silently connecting to begin a secret journey.
11
JADEN
“Come to me,”I say to her, pointing to the rug I’m lying on.
I look up at her as she carefully steps over my legs.
Smoothly, I tug at her hemline and untuck the towel, peeling it off her body.
She cups her tits, her lips tilting into a naughty smile.
“That’s cute,” I say, amused.
I roll onto my side and prop myself on my elbow, making room for her in front of the fireplace. My towel loosens around my hips.
Grinning, she lowers herself next to me and lies in front of me, her back pressed against my chest.
Unhurriedly, I run my fingers over her skin, splaying them over her stomach. A shiver falls through her as I cup her tits and kiss her neck.
Her skin gets warmer from the fire and from my touch.
“Too close to the fire?” I ask teasingly, caressing her.
She chuckles softly.
“Always,” she says.
She rolls to her back and rests her head on my arm, her gaze shifting up to me.
A slow grin parts her lips.
“What is it, baby?” I ask.
Her fingers come to my face, her index finger running gently across my lips.
“What would make you happy, Jaden?”
Her eyes gleam in the soft light, filled with questions.
“I am happy,” I say.
She looks at me incredulously, a small grin tugging at her lips.
“Your smile makes me happy,” I say.
“I was talking about you.”
“I’m happy when people who matter to me are happy. It's that simple.”