Page 54 of Everything In Between
“Will you take me to bed?” Her voice is quiet as she asks her question. “I’m sleepy.”
My chest aches, and I wrap my arm around her, leaning my head down to kiss the crown of her head. “Yeah, baby. Let’s get you to bed.”
She makes a soft, snoozy sound in thanks and settles back against me. Not long later, I scoop her into my arms, carrying her up the stairs. I pull back the covers on the side of the bed that’s always empty, and I set her down on the edge of the bed. She wastes no time curling up against the pillows and looking at me through thick, dark lashes.
“I should change into my pajamas,” she says, eyes darting to the drawer where she unpacked her clothes. “I don’t want to sleep in these since I traveled today, but I don’t want to get up.”
Pausing for a moment, I cross the bed’s perimeter, pulling my shirt off, leaving me in only my sweatpants, and hand it to her. She takes it readily, sitting up in the bed and reaching for the hem of her shirt. I avert my gaze, giving her some privacy.
When I hear her own clothes hit the floor, I figure it’s safe and look up again. She’s nestled in the bedding again, looking up at me with sleepy brown eyes. I was right earlier when I assumed she’d be sexy as fuck in anything—but even I wasn’t prepared for the sight of her in my clothes. That does something to a man. Unable to stay away from her any longer, I flip off the lights and crawl under the covers beside her, reaching for her and drawing her close to my body, leaving only a little space between us. Jersey flips around, so she’s facing me.
I tenderly stroke the smooth skin of her face with my thumb. “I’m glad you’re here,” I whisper into the darkness.
“Me too,” she whispers back. Her small hand wraps around my wrist. It’s such a simple action, but still so intimate. Jersey’s eyes study my face, and then she scoots closer to me on the bed until she’s flush against me and hikes one leg over my hip.
We’re a breath away, but that doesn’t faze her. She tilts her chin up, and her lips brush against mine, like a feather.
I can’t help the satisfied sigh that leaves my lips, and it seems to spur her on because next, she’s pressing her body languidly against mine and locking our lips together.
I respond fervently, dropping my hand from her cheek down to her waist so I can clutch her to me. She arches her pelvis against mine, rubbing her warm center against the length of my steadily hardening cock.
Fuck, she’s perfect.She’s everything.
My hand traces the curve of her hip, the band of her panties, and then trails up her torso until I’m cupping her breast underneath my shirt she’s wearing. The mental image of her in my clothes and the feel of her delicate skin underneath my palm sends primal desire crashing through me and I need her in a way I haven’t needed anyone before. I rub my fingers over her breast, flicking my thumb over the nipple until she’s quivering beneath me. The small bud hardens under my touch, and Jersey whimpers against my lips.
There’s nothing more that I want than to rip the shirt over her head and lap at those pretty nipples. Though we both spent plenty of time learning each other’s bodies while I was in LA, we haven’t crossed the finish line. I’m yearning to know what it feels like to be buried deep inside of her, but I’m holding back, wanting to make sure she knows that she means more to me than the physical chemistry between us.
Ignoring the raging need I have for her, I pull away, returning my hand to her hip and putting some distance between us so we can both breathe.
“What’s wrong?” Jersey whimpers, and then leans her face into my neck, inhaling deeply.
“Nothing.” I stroke my hand from her hip up the length of her back to the nape of her neck, where I hold her to me tightly. “You’ve had a long day. You’re exhausted. Just let me hold you tonight.”
She exhales and her breath tickles my skin. “I’m so happy I’m here.”
“Me too. Goodnight, honey,” I say, my voice low.
She nuzzles against me, the tender action tugging on my heartstrings. “Goodnight, MVP.”
NINETEEN
jersey
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 12
My eyes flutter open,blinking a few times before I stretch out my limbs. I love the way Hayes’s soft sheets feel against my skin. Pushing myself up out of the fluffy pillows, I glance around the dark room, all alone in the big bed. A sliver of light peeks through the heavy curtains.
My lips tingle a little, and I brush my fingers down my body, remembering the ferocity with which he kissed me last night. I can still feel the light burn from his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin. My breasts ache with the memory of having his hands on me as he played into my desire for him.
We’ve both had many opportunities to explore the intimate side of our relationship while still not going all the way with each other. He’s taking his time, leisurely becoming a master at commanding my pleasure, skillfully learning every inch of my body and the tender areas which bring me closer to the edge. With every passing moment, the need for him to take me and consume me grows hotter and hotter. I need to know what it feels like to have Hayes make me his. My experience in thatdepartment is limited. I can’t help but be a little worried that the longer we put it off, I may not live up to the anticipation.
Throwing back the covers, I get out of bed and tiptoe into the hallway. Periwinkle lifts her head up out of her bed, and then goes right back to sleep.
I shake my head and chuckle to myself.Lazy dog.
Downstairs, I hear Hayes’s deep voice, and it sounds like he’s on the phone with someone. Hurrying into bathroom, I brush my teeth and grab my terry robe, wrapping it around myself to keep warm.
On my way down to Hayes, I pass by a window and take in the fluffy snow covering the trees and bushes around his home. Taking a moment to study it, I appreciate the way the outdoors seem so peaceful and quiet. Thick, heavy snowflakes still fall from the sky, swirling around in the wind before landing on the ground.
