Page 1052 of One More Kiss

I giggled again, before taking it from him and putting it where it belonged. It gave me the chance to get a good look at him as I ran my hand down his silky smoothness, and I almost salivated. My center clenched in anticipation.

Mission accomplished, I smiled. “All good.”

He closed his hand over mine and worked with me, nudging my entrance with his tip. I held onto his shoulder and gazed into his eyes. It was intense. We were the same height like this, and as he moved deeper inside me he held my gaze.

My eyelids fluttered closed as he pushed fully in. Sensation seized me. I reopened my eyes to find him watching me intently. He grinned wickedly, then started moving his hips. It was all I could do to hold on at first, but after a while I found my rhythm and moved with him. The feelings intensified, building to a crescendo.

My favorite hand returned to its spot and did its thing, and I felt about to explode. The heat between us built until it hit melting point and every nerve ending tingled in the most delicious way. Then I exploded. The orgasm was more intense than the first one had been. Jett hit his climax at the same moment and we cried out together, riding the wave and clinging together before collapsing against each other.

“I don’t want to move,” I mumbled against his shoulder.

“Me either,” he replied. “You’re incredible. That was…”. He kissed my temple. “That was how it’s meant to be. You’ve ruined me for all others. I think you might be my one.”

“Your one? As in, there can be only one?”

“There can be only one.” I felt his smile on my temple at the Highlander reference. ”And you’re it.”

He stroked my hair, reminiscent of how this had all started. Except now I felt a hundred times closer to him. It might have been the sex talking, but I never wanted to let him out of my sight. Which was a problem.

I sighed. I needed to separate myself from this man, because if I didn’t I might not ever leave his side and I couldn’t rescue my sister with him tagging along. It would be a delicate operation no matter how it went down. And there was no guarantee I’d get out of Faerie Land alive. I couldn’t afford to have another person relying on me for emotional support. One was enough. And Mom had Aunt Joey. If I didn’t come home she’d survive.

I was getting ahead of myself though. There was no way Jett was depending on me for his emotional support. And he’d find another sex partner, I had no doubt. Despite his proclamations about me ‘ruining’ him.

Sure, it felt like he was ‘the one’. He seemed to be feeling it too. But it was the heat of the moment, it had to be.

I pulled away reluctantly, ready to put my feet back on the ground. Untangling myself and getting down was a bit awkward. Jett steadied me, any clumsiness masked by his gentle touch. I should have felt cheap and tawdry, standing there on wobbly legs, naked from the waist down.

Jett smiled at me, a thousand watts that lit him up from the inside out, and it was all okay.

He made me feel seen. All the real, and raw, and messy was out in plain sight and he wasn’t running away. He was embracing all of me, and it felt so good.

I picked up our clothes from the floor and handed him his.

“Bathroom through there.” He nodded his head towards a door that I’d assumed was a cupboard.

“Thanks.” I sauntered into the bathroom, feeling Jett’s eyes on me the whole way. I smiled to myself. I liked having that affect on him.

I cleaned up as quickly as possible before getting dressed back into my leather pants. Thank goodness they were the soft, pliable sort not that yucky hard leather.

Jett was sitting on the desk, fully dressed, when I returned to the office. He grinned when he saw me and held out his hand. “Come here.”

I shook my head. “Oh, no. No more of that.”

His face fell, the smile dimming, and I felt like I’d kicked his puppy. I tried to soften my words. “Another time?”

He outright frowned. “That meant something to me, Liandra. You’re not just a quick fling to get my rocks off. I thought you felt the same way.”

I swallowed. “Yeah, but…”.

“No buts. You either do, or you don’t.” His gaze was fierce. “And if you do, then you’ll trust me enough to tell me what’s going on.”

“Was that what this was all about? A way to get me to open up? To share?” I put my hands on my hips and eyed the door. I was about two seconds from storming off.

“Of course not.” Jett stood and mirrored my stance, frustration clear on his face. “But it doesn’t change the facts. You either trust me, or you don’t. We’re in this together whether you like it or not.”

“I don’t like it. We’re done here.” I took off, running through the door as if my life depended on it. As it slammed shut behind me I heard a crash. Jett had expressed his frustration. He probably overturned his desk, there wasn’t anything else movable in that room.

I got to the end of the hallway and stopped, not sure where to go.

I couldn’t go home, not with Fin out there waiting to pounce. And I wasn’t going back to Jett. There was only one option.

I just hoped Clara was already asleep. I didn’t have it in me to deal with her kindness right now.

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