I think I’m hearing things when a rap at the door breaks me from a half slumber. I’ve been in and out of sleep since I had a shower and tried to watch some TV to distract me from what I’d rather be doing. All of that involves Jade, of course.
She seems to be hesitant when it comes to me and taking a step forward, and I get it, she’s probably seen nothing but my escapades in the news. If she has googled me at all, she would quickly find evidence that I can’t stick to any one woman at any given time. I haven’t been that way until now.
It’s different with her and I need her to know it. I’ll do anything I can to prove it to her. I made that vow to myself after she disappeared into her cabin and I trekked back to my cottage. There’s nothing I won’t do. Every fiber of my being tells me there’s something undeniable between us. And I want in. In every freaking way possible.
I bolt upright when I hear the knock again, it seems to echo through the small space, up into the loft of where I’m lying. Thethump in my heart can only come from me wanting it to be Jade standing at the front door. Fuck, let it be her.
Making haste, I jump out of bed to get down there, quickly pulling on my boxers as I go. I muddle my way out of the bedroom, trying not to fall when my foot gets stuck in one of the leg holes, especially when I approach the stairs. Falling down them might not be such a good look or smart thing to do. I crash down the stairs with a thud on each step, straight into the cozy lounge area and across the pale, shiny hardwood.
“Coming,” I call out, wondering if whoever is standing there has been there a while. I slide past the stone fireplace that faces the beige burlap couch with more throw cushions than I’ve ever seen in my life, and over the large rattan rug that covers most of the area.
It’s then, through the slats of the shutters that I left open at the front double doors, that I see sections of a white robe leading down to white slippers. I know it’s her. Not only because I see disheveled blonde hair through the slats and notice her tiny frame, but because I fucking sense her. It’s like she can draw me to her with that invisible magnetic field we seem to share. Beyond that door I know is someone I want to change for, to be with, to be her everything. I just want to be the man she deserves, that part is my only hesitation. There’s things I struggle with that she has no idea about.
My hand touches the cold rounded door handle and I yank it open with more haste than is probably required, revealing what I knew and what I fucking wanted from the moment I stepped off the plane; Jade.
“Princess?” I tilt my head, my hand finding my hip and my smile giving everything away because it’s not only broad, it’s lapping up every second of seeing her robe clad body at my door. “Fancy meeting you here.”
She smiles softly as my eyes flick to her lips and I take her in, they’re as round and as juicy as I remembered just a couple of hours ago when I was holding myself back from kissing them. Nothing has changed there. “I couldn’t sleep.”
I pull the door further open, the cool night air walking on in, it passes by my naked chest in one sweep. It seems a fitting question to invite her in and not leave her standing on my doorstep all night; “Do you want to—” I don’t get the words fully out before she steps into me and flings herself into my chest, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and her little frame pressing into my half bare body.
“Jesus,” I mumble, not being able to believe my own damned luck.
She reaches up, her lips vying for mine as I dip my head and meet her there, wrapping my arm around her waist and hosting her off her feet slightly. I step backwards into the safety of the room, holding her tight. Her hot mouth is urgent, needy and full of the kind of vigor that has my third leg instantly begging for attention, he’s here to welcome the party. My foot finds the edge of the door as my mouth covers hers and our hasty kisses get tied up in knots, just like that sweet ache in my cock and the excitement bellowing low in my belly. I flick it closed and the knowledge that she’s here alone with me, with no one to stop us or interrupt, has to be the best fucking feeling ever.
She came to me. She wants me.
“Jade, fuck.” My tongue swipes over hers, tasting and teasing as I pull her as close as I can get, our mouths frantic with need and a lust that has me ready to fucking burst.
Gripping the back of her neck, my fingers curl up into her hair, my other hand skating down her robe to her hip. I tug her into me, wanting her as close as I can while we’re still standing, her belly pushes into my erection. It’s then she pulls back with a gasp and we both look down. Yeah, my Tommy Hilfiger boxers,that came by the truckload with my last ad campaign, leave very little to the imagination. My rock hard rod is more than outlined in the white fabric. It’s practically on display, the tip of him peaking out the top like he needs permission to emerge. And in this case, it’s the polite thing to do.
I chagrin at the state she has me in from just being here and kissing me like her life depends on it. Not that I don’t like it, but I can’t keep my bodily functions under control around her. But that cute little titter of a laugh peels away any worries that I’m having about perhaps covering myself before I answered the door.
“Oh, you think that’s funny what you do to me?” I quirk an eyebrow.
She takes a pause in devouring my mouth in the sexiest way I’ve ever felt. Smiling shyly up at me under those sweet fucking lashes and those gorgeous blue eyes that shine brighter than any gemstone I’ve ever seen. “JJ Junior is really on display this time.”
My laughter peels out in a deep belly-aching roar. “Fuck, J, no, not that nickname again.”
“Why not? It’s cute.” It’s fucking clear to me he’s on display from the way her hands rake down my sides and rest on my hips, her hot fingertips trailing over my flesh like lava, as we both assess the damage. The moonlight offers an ethereal ray of light shining through the window, allowing us a full-fledged view of everything I’ve got on display. Kind of creating a spotlight effect where we stand. She’s into this. So far fucking into this that there’s no way back for either of us. I know it now.
“It’s not cute, that’s just wrong.”
She snorts a laugh. “What would you prefer again, god of thunder?”
I shake my head and tap her lightly on the ass. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” My eyes drift downward to the non-existent space between us, where her fingers trail along the waistband of my boxers at my right hip. Delicate strokes kiss a line across my abs, and if she moves her hand any further over, she’s going to run into the head of my cock.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Jay,” she breathes between our hot, heated kisses. It’s like we can’t stop once we’ve started. “I need you so bad. Please.”
“We can’t go back,” I whisper, as she curls her leg up around mine, my arm gripping tighter around her waist. I hoist her up so she can feel my dick press into her through the gap in her robe, touching what little she has on underneath. “Once we go there, J.”
“I know it and I won’t want to go back.”
“You’re saying we’ll figure out the rest later?”
“Something like that. I don’t have everything mapped out,” she says in a whisper. “I’m scared of being hurt again, especially when I said I’d never date another sports guy. But I know you’re not the same person who hurt me the last time.”
“Damn straight.” I pause to tilt her chin up, holding underneath it with my hand. “Date?” I clarify. “Is that what we’re doing?”
