Page 100 of Timeless

I kissed the corner of her mouth. “Remember the rule, I’m always in control?”

“I never said I agreed to your rules. We aren’t girlfriend and boyfriend.”

“You’re right. We passed that.”

“Oh. No. Don’t you dare mention it.”

I smirked, this was the same way I got on the subject of her marrying me last time. “What, would it be so awful agreeing to marry me again?” I pulled back to see her reaction.

She looked shocked and then shook her head. “I can’t marry you. It’s not up to me.”

“What, you want me to ask your father?” I smirked at her. I would if she really wanted me to.

“Oh, very funny, Jackson!” She looked at me, not impressed. “My life has one rule to it. Jack comes first.”

I nodded. “So, I have to get my son’s permission.”

“How you going to do that? When our relationship is a secret and we are keeping it from him?” She looked at me smugly. “Yeah, you don’t have all the answers now, do you?”

I slipped my fingers into her. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you will be agreeing to marry me before you know it.” I stole her lips before she could disagree with me. And then, when I knew she was back to being speechless and gasping, I took my lips off hers.

I couldn’t help but watch her, as she arched up into me. She loved me. She still loved me. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her again. She had no idea how happy she was making me.

I knew she was close. I could feel it. But I didn’t want to finish her. I wanted to keep her like this, arched, waiting patiently for me, trusting me with her body. I knew she was ready. Still, I couldn’t stop myself from taking her breast in my mouth. And then, as soon as her nipple hardened in my mouth, I had to do the same to the other one. I knew I was drawing it out for her but I couldn’t pull my mouth off her. I felt her get tighter as I kept the speed and sucked and licked her.

She was gasping and I could feel her, so tight, ready, and waiting on me to tell her. I slowly let go of her breast, her hands still locked around my neck. I felt her slightly shaking. I couldn’t make her wait any longer, as much as I was enjoying this.

I knew she was bursting, yet, she was waiting on my command. How the fuck did she do that? Hold back? And wait for my okay? I didn’t know how it happened. I may have given the rule but she was the only one who followed it and I was so fucking pleased with her. God, she was perfect.

“Jax, please.” She clenched her eyes shut briefly and then opened them, knowing I would tell her to open them if they were closed. Her grip on my neck tightened. And I was lifting her off the bed slightly.

My mouth went to her ear. As soon as the words came off my lips, she moaned my name, causing my whole body to tense so fucking tightly.

She was panting, her breathing rapid, I closed my eyes, listening to her, in tune to her breath. I still knew her body, I could tell just by a slight hitch in her breath. She was finished, and I slid my fingers out.

I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her forehead. I slowly lowered her to the bed but didn’t move away from her. I liked her wrapped around me like this. I kept my eyes closed, listening to her.

I knew that there was no way I was ever going to be able to sleep, not with how tense I was feeling from the built-up need. The feeling that consumed me as she came like that, moaning my name, the look on her face. So fucking perfect.

Fuck, I needed her. I needed her more now than I ever had. I had six years of a built-up need to fuck her over and over, and make love to her until she screamed, panted, and moaned my name.

But I couldn’t do any of that with her tonight. She was right. We did need a week.

I listened to her breathing for so long, getting some relaxation from listening. But I wasn’t going to lie and say my need for her was gone. I had lived with it for six years; a little bit longer wouldn’t kill me. But I would admit her naked and clinging to me wasn’t helping.

I unlinked her hands from around my neck and moved to her side. I was still in tune to her breathing. I slipped my arm under her head, and I hoped she would curl into me like she used to. Fuck, I was finally going to get a restful night sleep, with her in my arms again. Falling asleep holding her. Yeah, I didn’t just want that; my body was dying for it. Years and years, I’d had broken sleep, because I needed her.

I had been so busy listening to her breathing, I hadn’t realized she was planting soft kisses on me.

I sighed, I always loved her mouth on me. She didn’t come to my side, like I had been hoping on and dreaming about. Instead she moved over me. Slowly kissing my body.

I was so lost in listening to her steady breathing, and her soft kisses. My hands got lost in her hair, which was always so thick and I loved running my hands through it. How did she always manage for it to be so soft? My eyes slowly opened when I felt her kiss my lower stomach.

“Sweetheart, it’s bed time.” I went to drag her up. She pushed my hands away. “Amber, what are you doing?” I felt her kisses going lower.

She stopped kissing me. “What was one thing you missed about me? And it can’t be sex.”

I frowned. That was an odd question. I locked eyes with her. She really wanted to know? Well, the answer to that question was simple. I laid back down, closing my eyes. “Everything.” And she would never know just how badly I had missed her.

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