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“Because…” I reach forward and glide a finger down his cheek. “I was always thinking of you. That’s how it’s been in every one of my relationships over the years. I try to make them work, but nothing ever felt right.”
“And this does?” he asks, holding my hand to his cheek.
I nod. “Nothing has ever felt more right than this moment, with you.”
He’s quiet as he looks at me.
“You keep staring at me like that,” I say, my face heating under his scrutiny.
Did he see all my humanly imperfections?
“In Italy, there’s a place called Lake Carezza,” Jack softly says, placing a hand on my thigh. “They call it the rainbow lake because the water changes from blue to green and even purple. It’s said that long ago, a sorcerer created a rainbow over the lake to lure and trap a water nymph whom he’d fallen in love with. But she discovered the trap and swam away. The sorcerer, heartbroken and angry, smashed the rainbow, and the shards fell into the water. Your eyes remind me of the lake. Emerald green but having the faintest specks of blue. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”
“You sure about that?” I ask, keeping a playful tone despite the emotion that just clogged in my throat. “In a thousand years, I’m sure you’ve seen a lot of beautiful men and women.”
“Yet none of them have ever made my heart sing quite like you do.” Jack pushes his face against my neck and slowly inhales. “You’re extraordinary, Luka Michael Summers. More beautiful than the sun.”
My heart fucking melts.
I wind my arms around him and pull him closer. We’re as close as can be, but it’s still not enough. My lips find his, and we softly kiss in front of the crackling fire.
It’s too soon for me to feel so attached to Jack, but then again, I feel like I’ve known him my whole life. Every time it snowed, every time I caught a snowflake on my tongue or felt the cold air nipping at my nose, he was there.
I’ve always loved winter.
And now I know why.
Chapter Eight
At the stroke of midnight, Jack picks me up from the couch, carries me to the bedroom, and tosses me into bed. We come together hot and heavy, teeth clanking as we pull at each other’s clothes. He nibbles my neck, and I knead the globes of his ass, my cock hardening.
“Come here,” he whispers, pulling me on top of him before claiming my lips.
After stretching him with my fingers and using lube, I settle between his legs and push into him. His nails graze my lower back as he urges me on, hooking one leg around my calf. I kiss the base of his throat, taking him slow but deep.
Being inside him is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. My body responds to him, but so does my heart.
“Jack,” I moan, ghosting my lips over his.
“Harder.” He smirks up at me, his silver hair tousled. “I want to feel every inch of you.”
I slide a hand to his nape and use the other to brace myself on the mattress before I pound into him harder, just like he wants. An idea surfaces, and I lean down to suck the top of his ear as we fuck. He whines deep in his throat and sinks his nails into my skin.
Who knew his pointed ears were so sensitive?
Knowing that he likes it, I keep giving his ears attention, all while pounding into him so hard the bed squeaks.
“I’m coming,” he gasps before shuddering beneath me, releasing the sweetest of moans.
“Fuck. Me too.” I drop my head to his shoulder as my cock jerks and spills inside him. An orgasm has never made my whole body quake before—arms, thighs, and stomach muscles. It’s so intense that I can’t hold myself up afterward. Hell, I can barely catch a breath.
Jack nuzzles my neck. “Happy New Year.”
I smile against his warm skin. “Happy New Year, Jack.”
I roll off him and tug him to my side. He lays his head in the nook between my neck and shoulder. I fight to keep my eyes open, but it’s a losing battle as my lids fall shut anyway. The long day of trekking through the woods, then the sex, has completely zapped my energy.
When I’m in that state of awake and asleep, I hear Jack lightly chuckle, and then I feel fingertips trace the curve of my jaw.
