Page 42 of Ridin' True
“You gonna come for me, gorgeous?” he asked, grazing my nipple with his thumb.
“Yes,” I panted. Both my feet planted, our hips moving in unison, my clit grazing against his pelvis every time we connected, I was sure it would happen any moment. “Jed, oh—Jed!”
“Eyes on me, Lex.”
I obeyed instantly, wanting exactly that.
Our eyes locked, he thrust deep, and that was all it took.
I moaned unabashedly, my thighs pressing tight against his hips as I clung to him, the muscles of my sex pulsing around his length as pleasure rang through me. And I was right.
It was beautiful.
Then, while I was still enjoying my own climax, Jed got lost in his.
He buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he jerked his hips harder and faster before he stilled with a grunt. He paused, thrust once more, then went still again. I knew he was spent when he pressed a wet kiss against my neck. He then shoved his arm underneath me, taking me with him as he rolled onto his back, never losing his connection with me.
Gravity had never been so kind.
My body heavy on his had me floating.
“Darlin’?” he muttered, resting both of his hands just below my back.
“Hmmm?” I hummed, still panting a little.
“Gonna let you catch your breath, then we’re doin’ that again.”
I bit my lip as I nodded my response.
“Now, give me those lips.”
Straddling his lap, I settled myself higher, taking hold of his face in order to reach him for a proper kiss. As I opened my mouth to grant him access, I didn’t bother telling him I was never going to catch my breath with a kiss as good as his.
With a man like him underneath me, who needed air anyway?
Iwokethenextmorning and there he was.
A beautiful mammoth in my bed.
He was on his back, the sheets low across his hips. His left hand laid limp on his thigh, his right arm stretched over his head. I noticed he was the kind of guy who shaved his armpits, and I liked knowing that about him. As I continued to admire him, I also realized the solid black bands he had tattooed around his arm, underneath his mountain-scape, weren’t solid all the way around. On the inside of his forearm, there was a break in the bands, each with a different set of roman numerals. I wondered what they meant, but I wasn’t good with roman numerals, so my eyes didn’t linger there for long.
It was late by the time we found sleep. Sometime after round two—which lasted longer in the most marvelous ways—I got up, threw on a sleep shirt, and wandered out of the room to wash my face. While I was up, I grabbed my phone to plug it in for the night. It was nearly midnight when I climbed into bed, but sleep wasn’t what Jed had in mind when we were both back between the sheets.
He really did have a thing for my lips.
I wasn’t sure if I was still looking at him through the haze of a smoke screen, if I was under a spell cast by the circumstances from which he rescued me, or if everything that was happening between us was as real as it got—but I knew one thing for sure.
I was already falling.
And as wonderful as it felt to wake up next to him, I was a little scared. Scared that it wouldn’t last or that I’d screw it up. When it was just the two of us, it felt simple. But it wasn’t just the two of us. We came with complications. My brother, and the ten grand Jed had paid on our behalf. His ex and his kids. I’d never dated anyone with kids before. Then there was my job.
Our professional tie was unchartered territory for me. His mediation might have been behind us, but the Wild Stallions opportunity was still right in front of me. Not to mention, he wanted me the night before—but that didn’t mean he wanted anything long term. In fact, I had no idea where this was going.
It scared me to admit, after just one night, how badly I didn’t want it to end.
Before my thoughts could spiral any further, my phone began to ring. Hoping not to wake Jed, I was quick to roll toward my nightstand and cut off the ringer. I saw it was Bella trying to reach me, and I carefully slipped out of bed.
Dragging my thumb across the screen, I answered the call but didn't speak until I was out of the room. “Hey.”
