Page 97 of Timeless

“Not come? It’s really easy. Not that you would know anything about lack of orgasms. I’m sure you had a club girl every Sunday.”

She had no idea how wrong she was. But I saw the bitterness on her face. And I knew it was cruel but I watched her suffer a bit longer. I kissed her cheek and knew I couldn’t make her think one second longer about me fucking other women.

“Sweetheart?”

She was glaring up at the ceiling. “Go on, make a crack about my shit sex life.”

My mouth went to her ear. “You aren’t the only one dependent.”

I pulled back just in time to see her expression change. I didn’t want her thinking I was fucking a club girl every Sunday. It was so far from what I really did.

“I turned down the club offer,” I explained and I brought my hand to her face tracing over her bottom lip again. Me being who I am, I was actually allowed to have visits every day in the trailer. But I never had one. There was only one woman I wanted to fuck and make love to at the same time, and I couldn’t find her. “I only wanted you. I promised you I wouldn’t touch or fuck another woman.” I took my eyes off her lips and looked into her surprised eyes. “Let’s just say it’s been six years for me, too.”

She looked at me like that was impossible. “But didn’t you, you know, if you weren’t seeing a girl, take care of yourself?” She worded that really well.

I smiled. “Didn’t really live up to you. I’d recall every detail about you, try. But it wasn’t enough. I needed…” My hand paused on the side of her face, I needed this. To actually touch her, to actually kiss her, to feel how soft she was, to be inside her and not just recall a memory of it. There was only one way to sum it up. “I needed you.”

She could never fully understand how much I needed her. Wasn’t just for sex. It was for decisions. And just to have her there, to talk to. Yeah, I needed to hear her witty remarks, and how she can go from a light subject to a serious one in the same breath. She always had the best advice. She always knew what I needed.

I finally got the guts to look her in the eyes. She was giving me a look she used to give me a long time ago, and I had been positive I would never see it again in her eyes.

She lifted her head up and brushed her soft lips against mine. She pulled back, giving me that look again. I didn’t know what to say. I had admitted I needed her. She didn’t know just how much though and I wasn’t going to tell her.

“Jax,” She ran her hands up my arms. “I really like your plan.”

I shook my head. “Fuck the plan. That was when I had some willpower. I don’t any more. I need you. I’m not going to fight it.” I pushed open her legs fully apart and knelt in between them. I had gotten rid of the black lace, and I really wish a light was on so I could take in every detail of her.

Her hands wrapped around my neck and she forced me down to kiss her. Good. She agreed then. Just as our kiss was picking up speed, she pushed me away, causing me to groan.

“I think we should stick the plan but make one adjustment.” Her lips were still so fucking close to mine.

“Fuck the plan.” I went to kiss her but she turned, resulting in my lips landing on her cheek.

“I want to stick to the plan. But instead of a weekend, I want it to be a week.” She grinned at me. “A full seven days.”

“But I need you now. We can do the week as well. But tonight, we are breaking the drought.” I went to kiss her but she dodged me again, shaking her head.

“Nope. I want a week. I want to see if you live up to my memories of you.” Her confidence about sex was coming out. “A full week of you and me, and then maybe by the end of it, you could be sick of me.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m going to prove to you now, that I live up to the memories. And I’ll just want more of you by the end of the week, not less.”

Her sensitive skin was so warm, and I started to rub her again. I knew her, she would do as I say. She had admitted that herself. If I told her we were having sex now, that was exactly what would be happening.

I moved my fingers down and slipped one inside her. She gasped just slightly, and I smirked. I was going to get what I wanted.

“You still want to wait?” I slowly moved in and out of her with one finger, and just as she adjusted to it, I slipped in another, causing her to shut her eyes. “That’s my girl.” I kissed her cheek. “Don’t fight me.”

“Jax. You don’t understand, I’m not used to…” She gasped as I picked up the speed, causing her words to be cut off.

Her hand shot down and wrapped around my arm. “I can’t take it.” She gasped again. “I don’t… I don’t know how to…”

“Shh, sweetheart.” I kissed her parted lips. “Just trust me. You do know how.” I used to know how body so fucking well. And I was hoping that wasn’t a skill I had lost over the years.

She shook her head. “Jax, I don’t know how… I can’t…” She was saying that as she was arching her back, pressing up into me.

“Slow and steady, sweetheart, remember?”

“I want to…” She moaned. “I want to stick to the plan.” She had really struggled to get that sentence out as her body was flooded with feelings she had forgotten about. “I don’t want to rush you.”

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