Page 112 of Absolute Certainty
Air left her lungs, and a deliciously captivating warmth materialized all over her. Sahar wasn’t prepared for this side of Jay.
He circled one arm around her back, another under her knees, and lifted her off the sofa.
“You know I can walk, right?”
“Ssh,” he sounded.
“It’s just a few steps,” she reiterated.
Jay’s lips plunged onto hers, kissing her hard as he walked.Got it.“Is that your way of telling me to stop talking?” she teased in between kisses.
“Keep talking. Stop protesting,” he specified.
“Noted.”
Kicking his way into his room, Jay carried her over to his bed and set her down gently. Sahar propped herself up on her elbows, watching him.
He removed his glasses and placed them on his bedside table, where she also noticed a framed photograph she wanted to pay closer attention to when she wasn’t so preoccupied.
Lying beside her, opposite her left ankle, he dropped a reverent kiss to her mouth. It was slow at first, meticulous. And then another, deeper this time, tongues and teeth colliding. Unrestrained. Messy.Perfect.
Fuck. If kissing Jay would always be this magnetic, she wanted to kiss him forever.
“One more thing,” she added.
“Name it,” he uttered huskily, clutching her waist.
Tugging at his bottom lip between her teeth, she said, “The next time this happens. When my ankle isn’t being a little bitch, I want to be on top.”
A delicious, throaty rasp rumbled out of him. “Fuck, sunshine. Anytime.”
Sahar drew her hands inside his shirt, tracing the planes of muscle she’d thought of since Monday. Dragging the fabric up and over his head, she tossed it behind her.
The sight of his toned chest was the eighth wonder of the world, but it was the ink against his rib cage that made her breath snag. A massive crow, maybe a raven, with its wings spread, flying upward toward his heart. She smoothed her fingers in its path, marveling. “We’re going to talk about this,” she commented.
He smiled, something comforting and warm. “After. I want to seeyou.”
Anything.Yes. Whatever he wanted. She was more than willing to oblige. He hiked her dress up, roving his fingers voraciously over her legs. It was agonizing, enamoring. The desire in Jay’s gaze was kaleidoscopic, unmatched from what she’d seen in other men. The hard length of him strained against her thigh, the feel of his fingers along her knickers—torturous.
He must’ve caught the bruises on her legs again and the two along her hips because his face fell. His fingers grazed ever so slightly along the one on her hip bone. She remembered how he looked at them last night, how she wanted to say something then, but fear told her not to assume. “I bruise very easily,” she started. “Sometimes from the way a choreography pushes a part of my body. If I bump into something while changing. It’s nothing out of the ordinary,” she assured him.
His mouth dropped to the one along the middle of her thigh, then lower toward her knee, and back up to her hip bone. Gentle, sweet kisses to combat the ever-present throb.
Sahar propped herself on her elbows again. Fuck her ankle for killing the vibe. Still, watching Jay lower himself on the bed, kissing every inch of her, was a sight she could frame. Capture it in a photograph, a black and white film noir filter, with a Polaroid frame, and hang it in galleries worldwide for everyone to see.
When his lips dragged along the seam of her black lace thong, a shiver shot through Sahar’s spine. It’d been a while since someone touched her with such deliberate care. He pulled the fabric down, and his jaw dropped, making her dizzy with longing.
“God, you’re breathtaking,” he professed with a deep groan.
Taking her uninjured leg by her calf, he swung it over his shoulder and looked up at her, his gaze incandescent with flames.Fuck—her desire grew tenfold as Jay’s lips landed back on her thighs, brushing intoxicatingly up toward where she ached for him.
A flash of lightning and a boom of thunder outside paralleled the fervor rolling through her at the same moment that Jay’s lips finally reached her wetness. His mouth moved with precision, his fingers squeezing her hips.This man.She’d forgotten what it was like to have someone’s head buried between her thighs, how the warmth and feel of a tongue gliding against the most sensitive part of her could thoroughly unravel her.
Sahar hummed hisname at the end of a moan, dipping her fingers into the smooth strands of his tousled hair.
Urgency emerged in his gaze as he sank a finger inside of her, making her arch in response. Her breathing grew more shallow, every inch of her body present and alert.Wanting.Needing. Utterly entranced.
It was Jay—it was all Jay. The way he revered her. The way he wanted this with as much staggering desperation as she did.
