Page 70 of Crossed By the Stars
I flicked my hand between her legs, and her eyes fluttered, a sexy smile on her lips. “Then let go of your slow and methodical. Screw me on this dresser right now. Fast and furious.”
I bit her lip as I took her mouth. She pushed against me, and the length of me pushed against her heat. Her nails scraped into my back, and she lined us up, my tip sliding into her. She was so wet and ready for me. So enticing. I pulled back.
“Let me go get a condom.”
“No. I’m on birth control. I’m clean. I’m assuming your clean. Right now, Dax. Right now. Prove to me that you are more than your control. Prove to me that you’re willing to step outside your norm for me.”
She wanted me to prove that I would keep her.
Fine. I could do that.
I slid into her, and she sighed, eyes closing again, and a smile took over her face that was so wide and stunning that it stopped me from moving altogether for several seconds. I’d never be able to get this vision out of my head. I didn’t want to. Then, I was moving again, thrusting into her on the dresser, picking her up and finding a wall, landing on the settee at the foot of the bed. Our lovemaking was wild, free, chaotic, just like Jada. Just like the piece of me that always reached out to find her.
Her walls clenched around me in a violent orgasm that shook us both, and I lost myself. I came inside her—the first time I’d ever done so bare in a woman. I’d never been stupid enough to do it before. But Jada had made me stupid and smart all at the same time. And I wanted this piece of me inside her. I wanted her to absorb these bits of me just like she was absorbing my heart and soul.
We lay there, breathing hard, trying to regain ourselves from the fast and furious lovemaking. Jada’s way. I enjoyed the slow pace that I set when making love to a woman. I’d thoroughly lost myself to it over the last few days with her, enjoying the sweet torture of drawing it out. But this was beautiful, too. Because it was with Jada. Because it was her.
A knock on the door had me groaning and burying my head in her chest.
We both ignored it.
The knock came again, and Cillian’s voice followed it. “Dax?”
“Just a second,” I called back, knowing he’d never come to the room and risk interrupting us if it wasn’t important.
I raised myself, lifting her up and looking around for the silk robe that she’d been putting on in the mornings. I found it in a pile on the floor and handed it to her while I pulled on my sweats.
I opened the door, but he didn’t step in. He just handed me the phone. It was another note in Japanese. I raised an eyebrow at him in silence, wondering what was different about this one that he suddenly felt the need to show it to me with her there.
“It mentions some kind of tea ceremony. Was she due at one? Whose was it?” he asked quietly.
“What?” Jada asked, coming up next to me and reaching for the phone.
She took it before I could prevent her. She ground her teeth as she read, her jaw getting stiff, all the ease and joy I’d seen moments before slipping away.
“What does it say?” I asked.
“Basically, I don’t deserve to be the honored first guest at Akari Matsuda’s tea ceremony tomorrow. That I deserve no honor. That I can redeem myself by killing myself before the ceremony takes place.” She looked from me to Cillian and back down to the phone. “It reads as if whoever this is has been sending notes all along. Have there been more?”
She looked up in time to see Cillian and me exchange a look.
“Goddamn it, Dax. You didn’t tell me?”
“What would have been the point?” I asked, growling.
“I could have found a clue in them.”
“Dax is right. It was pointless to show them to you,” Cillian said.
She shoved the phone into his chest. “You do not get to make those choices for me. Either of you!”
She stalked away, slammed the bathroom door, and for the first time all week, I heard the lock click.
“That went well,” Cillian said dryly.
Our bubble had burst, and it was raining down around us.
“There’s something else,” Cillian said, hesitating.
