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Fucking sexy.
After taking a moment to appreciate how irresistible she is, I lead the way to the living room and tend to the fireplace, tossing a few logs on to get it going before grabbing a blanket and a few pillows off the couch.
“Come here and get warm,” I instruct Jersey, who’s only a few feet away from me, watching the process with interest. She hops over and takes the blanket from me, wrapping it around her shoulders and sitting down on the floor right in front of the fireplace as I situate the pillows around her.
Settling myself next to her, I lean in and kiss her again, needing to feel her against me. She arches languidly against my side, her covered breasts pressing against the bare skin of my chest. When I pull away, her eyes have dilated in such a sexy way with the flames of the fire flickering over her face. “You’re so beautiful, Jersey.”
She sinks her front teeth into her lower lip—which is a seductive sight, that’s for damn sure. Outside, the sun starts to set, and we’re basked in the glow of the fireplace and the lingering light from the kitchen around the corner.
“I really had so much fun today,” Jersey says, snuggling closer to me. “And this is the perfect way to end a day in the snow.”
I shake my head. “I can’t believe you’ve never been sledding.”
She shrugs a shoulder. “My parents never had the thought to take us. We’ve been around snow before, done the snowball fights and snowmen and whatnot when we went to the mountains, but never sledding. I bet Roman would have loved it growing up.”
“Well, I’m glad you had a good time. I was a little worried there for a minute.”
She laughs. “Me too. I thought I was going to throw up looking down the hill the first time.”
“Thank goodness you didn’t,” I tease her. “I don’t think we’ve hit that milestone in our relationship.”
She shakes her head. “Hopefully we’llneverhit that milestone.”
I gently nudge her shoulder. “I want every milestone with you, Jersey Matthews.”
Her brown eyes find mine, and they soften in the dim lighting. Unable to keep this distance between us any longer, I lean forward and press my lips to hers in a gentle kiss, once, twice, before pulling away and resting my forehead against hers.
“Are you cold still?” I ask when she shivers again.
She takes a moment to open her eyes again, breathing me in deeply. “Maybe a little, but I think I know a good way to warm up.”
Then, with no further warning, Jersey reaches for the hem of her tank top, pulling it over her head, revealing her perfect naked body to me.
TWENTY-ONE
jersey
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 12
The way Hayesis inspecting me has me feeling like a goddess, sent specifically for him. His gaze travels over me reverently, as if I’m the sky, the moon, and his entire universe.
It makes my head swirl and my need for him skyrocket.
This whole day has felt magical, and all of that is because ofhim. His selfless confession from earlier about intimacy has been running through my mind, and I know, without a doubt, that I want to share this with him.
“Hayes...” I say, hoping my voice comes across seductive. His focus moves from my breasts to my eyes where he locks in, studying me and waiting for whatever I’m about to say, an unreadable glimmer in his eye. “Please. I want this with you. I want to be yours.”
Hayes apparently comes to terms with whatever is going through his mind because he closes the distance between us again, reaching for me and pulling my body flush against his. The heat of his naked torso against mine sends a pool of desire straight to my center. He kisses me and runs his tongue alongthe seam of my lips. I open for him, allowing him to kiss me more thoroughly.
From my lips, he moves down my neck, across my collarbone, then to my breasts. Leaning forward, he surrounds one of my nipples with his mouth. His hot tongue flicks across my breast and my pebbled nipple, sending my arousal for him careening out of control. My clit throbs and aches for his attention, my need for him growing with every second. Tossing my head back, I gasp his name, letting myself get lost in the way he’s working my body.
One of his large hands traces the curves of my body until he finds the waistband of my panties. He flicks his eyes up to mine, asking me quietly if what he’s doing is okay—always letting me set the pace. I nod, rolling onto my back on the floor and languidly wiggling my lower half to encourage him to continue.
He leans down and presses a kiss right below my belly button as his fingers hook into my underwear, pulling them down over the length of my legs. He doesn’t remove his lips, and it has me squirming in the best way. I can count on one hand the number of times Corey took the time to pleasure me like this, each time leaving me feeling anxious and self-conscious. Hayes has seen all of me at this point—has tasted all of me—but I still can’t get over the intimacy of having him down there and the level of pleasure and satisfaction he can bring me with only his tongue and his fingers.
Even with that vulnerable feeling comes a sense of belonging with him I’ve never felt before.
And I want more.
