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“You didn’t do anything wrong. You have to understand that, Mike.” I bit my lip, trying to get the courage to just tell him. “I just can’t explain it. And I don’t know if you can live with that.”
He dropped his head for a few beats, then looked back up at me. “Jaz, I think we were given another chance. If that means we start fresh, I’m okay with that. The question is, are you?”
He was giving me a pass. He wanted to be with me so badly he was willing to let go whatever I did to him before. As happy as that made me, it still tugged at my heart. I only had considered what I did to help him and focused on my own pain for so long, I didn’t think about how badly it must have hurt him. But he was on his knees, asking for a fresh start.
He was home to me. He always was. A single tear slipped down my cheek and his hand moved quickly to gently wipe it away.
“I just want to be home.” His face dropped, but I put my palm to his cheek and continued, “You’re my home, Mike. You always were.”
He stood as he tucked his bottom lip under his teeth but grinned through it and wrapped me up in his strong arms. “I’ll always be your home, Jasper. No matter what.”
“Take me to bed, Mike,” I whispered in his ear.
In one swoop, he slipped an arm under my knees and the other under my back, lifting me up into the air. I tossed the blanket onto the sofa before he turned to his room. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let my head fall to his chest, breathing in his warm scent.
The lights from the kitchen that had provided the dull lighting in the living room also glowed into his bedroom. He easily carried me inside and leaned down, still holding me, and pulled the soft white comforter down before placing me onto the crisp sheets. He pulled his shirt off and then started to climb past me, so I threw my arm up to stop him as he hovered over me.
“Jaz, it’s been a night.”
“It has. But we agreed to start fresh, and I need you.” I ran my hands down his bare sides then over his stomach. He was thick and firm, but didn’t have defined abs, just like before. Running my hands over his pecs, his nipples hardened under my touch. I moved my hands to his back and tugged, trying to pull his weight against me.
He dropped to his forearms and my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room. He stared down as he brushed hair off my face. “I never thought I’d look at you from here again. You’re so beautiful.” My heart was close to bursting. Then he lowered his mouth over mine. As our tongues searched the recesses of the other’s mouth, I relaxed my legs to allow him to settle between them. His firm erection pressed into my core through my panties and his thin pants.
Needing to feel his skin against mine, I pulled the hem of the t-shirt he brought me and broke our kiss long enough to pull it over my head. Finding his mouth again, I arched my back and reached behind to unhook my bra and pull it from my arms. One of his hands found a breast and rolled my nipple between his finger and thumb. I bucked my hips against him as the feeling sent shocks through my body.
“Mike,” I panted out. Running my hands all over him, I just needed to feel his skin, his warmth. No amount of touching would be enough. I let one of my hands slide quickly down and slipped under his pants to find he had no underwear on. When my hand wrapped around as much as it could of his shaft, he gasped.
“Jaz,” he breathed out before moving my hand away. “You can’t do that yet.”
I tried to move my hand back, wanting to feel him but he grabbed my wrist and moved it again. Holding my wrists above my head, he kissed me softly then pulled back just barely. “Is this okay?”
“I just want to touch you.”
“I know, but I need you to wait. Is this okay?”
I nodded but he didn’t move a muscle. “Yes. But I want you, Mike.”
He kissed me again then looked into my eyes. “I’ve waited a long time for this. Let me savor you.”
Then his head dipped down and took a pert nipple into his mouth sending a moan from my lips. I squirmed beneath him as I lay there with my arms pinned above me. My hips writhed against his stomach, needing the friction and heat from his body. As he switched to the other breast, his other hand found its way into my panties.
His fingers pushed past my curls and into the slickness. A welcome ache formed inside me as he dragged his fingers through the wetness.
“Jaz, you feel so good in my hand.”
“Mike, please,” I begged as the ache grew. He slipped a finger into my channel, and I gasped. He let go of my arms, but slowly kissed his way down my stomach as his finger still pumped in and out. He made it between my thighs, so he stopped working his finger long enough to pull my panties down. He went painstakingly slow, watching my face as he worked the fabric off my feet.
He settled his body and grabbed my thighs in his huge hands, lightly kissing each side as he got closer. When he finally had kissed the last bit of leg, he moved his hands to the inside of each thigh and slowly pressed them apart as he looked down.
“So beautiful.” And then he dropped his face down, lapping from my channel to my clit.
My head flew back against the pillow, and he wrapped his lips over the sensitive nub, gently sucking as he pressed his finger back inside. After a few pumps, he added another, sending my hips bucking against his face.
His tongue rolled over my clit as his fingers went in and out in slow, rhythmic movements. A flush rushed over my body, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I exploded. As much as I loved the feel of his mouth there, I needed this to happen with him inside of me.
“Mike, I need you.”
“I’m right here,” he mumbled before getting back to work.
