Page 31 of Green Lights and Obsession
It was a shout in her mind that her body refused to repeat. As if knowing the one attempt to say his name or use the word was cut off because it wasn’t meant to be said. Her body was like putty in his hands and it was terrifying.
His fingers dipped under her panties and groaned. “You’re soaked. Always so wet for me. You don’t know what that fucking does to me.” He moved to grab her hand and put it over his pants where his hard cock was pressing against the seam.
She gasped as his fingers dipped under her panties and pushed inside of her. He curled them slightly and moved them in a way that only had her dripping with more arousal. She wanted more from him.
That was the problem. She couldn’t have him in every way she wanted—all of him forever—so what was the point?
On the surface, they were the lovers that could never be. Nothing could come of a relationship. It wasn’t until someone looked deep enough that they saw it. The undeniable pull they had on one another. Like an addiction that wasn’t noticeable unless they were around one another.
His lips moved to her neck as his fingers continued to move inside of her. She grew lightheaded as her climax grew closer. He was the fever heating her body until she was moaning out his name.
Jay moved them towards the bed. Clothes scattered and thrown from them along the short path. They fell back on the bed and he hooked his hand behind her back to move her further up the mattress.
He rocked against her, the length of him coating itself between her creamy hips. His lips met hers as he reached between them to move his cock to her heat. He was barely at the opening before he thrust in.
“Jay.” His name was a moan across her lips as her back bowed off the bed.
“You’re mine, Daisy.” He pulled out slowly before sinking back in. “You will always be fucking mine.” He tilted her hips up then slipped back in. Slowly sinking at a deeper angle until she felt nearly impaled in the best way.
“Yes.” Her hand reached up to his face, but he took hold of her hands to keep the position.
“My love.” He pounded.
“Yes.” The word could barely escape as her vision grew blurry.
“Forever.” His cock hammered inside of her.
“Yes.” She closed her eyes.
Her eyes flew open as his thumb found its way to her clit and gently rubbed and pressed as his thrusted slowed down. She could feel him swell inside of her.
“It’s time to leave him, Daisy.”
It was like looking at the light at the end of the tunnel. Everything was bright as he emptied himself in her while her body tingled with shock.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
DAISY
Daisy didn’t believe him when he said he was leaving her alone for the rest of the weekend. Jay told her to enjoy the book event she came to town for and he would come over on Sunday evening and take care of everything. She wanted to refuse. Her attempt as she started to shake her head was quickly cut off by him interrupting her to tell her Jordan and Nick would be there too. As if it were that simple.
He wanted to control everything. As much as she hated not having control, there was something about the way he went about it that only made her feel safe and wanted. It wasn’t cold and calculated like the actions ofThe Family.
She caught up with her friends for a little brunch before they made their way to the event and stood in line to get in. The nerves of meeting these authors hit before she was even let into the room. She’d read most of them but had a list saved on her phone of books she wanted to pick up from all of them.
It was the perfect distraction to keep her mind off of the turmoil awaiting her when she told Tom. If she told him.
Daisy was normally one to keep her head high when she walked into a room, but she was watching where she stepped. There were several readers rolling carts. Why hadn’t she thought of that? All she’d planned was to make several trips to her room to unload when needed. She would definitely need to be better prepared for the next event she attended.
Her eyes landed on a pair of stunning thigh-high black boots. It was the hair she noticed next, long and gorgeous dark hair that was slightly curled at the end. Daisy walked up to the author and recognized her face from a picture she saw online. This was one of her favorites she was excited to meet. She’d learned all about Desiree Lafawn and her love of snacks. She loved the steamy and snarky way she wrote.
Daisy had to stop by her table first. The woman’s smile and laugh quickly had her relaxing as they discussed cheese and pickles. She purchased every title before making her way to the next author.
She stopped by Melissa Filla’s table next and purchased a few books. Daisy made it a point to stop by every table and ended up with a collection of books before she was even a third of the way into the room. A couple of the authors had tote bags for merch and she purchased them to hold her growing pile.
Daisy walked out of the room to hand them to the guard who was finally going to serve a purpose. He argued at first until she insisted he was wasting time because she was going back in the room.
She picked up books from Jaimie Russell, Amy Davies, D M Earl, and Annelise Reynolds. She laughed with Kristine Allen as her hubby, known as PSH, told the story of how he got the name.
