Page 44 of Where You Left Me

Holy fucking shit.

The restraint to hold off any longer disintegrates when he pushes his finger into my pussy while he sucks my clit. My insides vibrate and send a buzzing throughout my entire body. I pulse against his fingers, against his tongue, and I shatter into a million splinters of blissful pleasure.

“Yes!” the word tears out of my chest like I’m a caged animal finally breaking free.

That’s what Jones does to me. He causes me to let loose and come unhinged. He’s the only guy to ever make me feel this way.

Sweat beads on my chest while I pant and my breathing is irrational.

Jones climbs up my body and gazes down at me reverently, pushing my hair away from my forehead. “I love watching you fall apart, Peaches.”

“I love you making me fall apart,” I say without thinking through the words first.

The smile he flashes me is a mixture of sweet and devilish.

I slide my palms up his back, pushing them underneath the fabric of his tank top. His hot skin feels glorious on my hands. I’m eager to get him fully naked, to see those gorgeous muscular pecs of his, and have him press his bare chest against mine. Clutching the hem of his tank top, I drag it up his torso, but he rolls off me out of my reach.

My gut tightens. “What is it? What’s the matter?”

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he says with an exhaled breath.

Apprehension tears through me at his declaration.Oh fuck.He’s having second thoughts. He has a girlfriend.

“What is it?” I mumble, so scared that his confession could ruin not only this but us forever.

He sits up in the bed and my heart is beating so fast. I realize I’m scared. So fearful of what he’s about to tell me.

While my anxiety threatens to send me spiraling, Jones pulls his shirt off with one hand and tosses it off the side of the bed. I frown. Are we still getting naked here? Did he just want to undress himself? I’m so confused.

But as he turns to me, I catch the sullen look in his blue-grey eyes and it’s nearly haunting. He stays quiet while my gaze drifts from his face to his bare chest and down to his abs. He’s as beautiful as I imagined he would be. Solid chest, defined abs, smooth tanned skin.

I’m about to yell at him for being an ass, once again. For worrying me for nothing. But something catches my eye and my gaze zones in on it. A small flower tattoo on his left pec. It’s not colored, instead it’s only outlined in black ink. But even without the usual purple shade, it’s easy to decipher which flower it is. An aster.

My heart leaps in my chest.Aster. My gaze flies up to meet his and my eyes sting as they begin to water. My throat thickens and I don’t know what to say.

“I was so lost after you left,” his words choke out. “In the matter of a few weeks, I lost you and our baby. And because we’d kept the pregnancy a secret, I couldn’t even tell anyone.”

“Oh, Jones,” I say softly.

“I waited a year before I got the tattoo. The sadness was consuming me. I felt like I was going crazy and just needed to dosomething to remember her. Or maybe I needed something to connect you and me.”

“Can I…touch it?” I bite my lower lip.

“Please,” the word rustles from his throat.

I reach out and touch my fingers to the tattoo on his chest and my heart spasms. As I trace my fingertips over the black ink, Jones exhales an audible shaky breath. His eyes begin to water and he blinks away unwanted tears.

“Did it work?” I whisper.

“What?”

“After you got the tattoo, did you feel closer to her?”

He nods.

As silly as it sounds, jealousy snakes through me. Jealousy that he had something that connected him to her.

“Did you feel closer to me?”

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