Page 73 of The Whole Package

“What happened?” she asks through her laughter.

I pause briefly but catching sight of her lips has me kissing her again, long and slow. “I’m going to have my art in Frederick Sim’s gallery.”

She gasps, her hands flying to her mouth. “No way!”

“Yes.” I laugh at her squealing and jumping on my lap, she repositions herself to straddle me.

“Oh my god! Warren!” She grabs my head and slaps an excited kiss on my mouth. “I’m so proud of you!”

“You haven’t even heard it all yet.” My heart thumps hard in my chest and I hold on to her small waist with my hands and squeeze. “He’s having an opening for my work. Several displays dedicated to just my art. There’ll be a show and everything.”

“Holy.” She clamps her mouth closed and waves her hands in the air, excitement pouring out of her. “I’m so excited for you! What did your parents say?”

I laugh. “Mom cried when we called her.” Jane nods like that’s what she expected. “Dad said ‘told you so.’”

“Of course.”

“But all I wanted.” I hold her gaze with my own. “All I wanted was to get back to you, to share this with you.”

Her whole posture softens, her gaze, her mouth, her shoulders. She leans into me, wrapping her arms over my shoulders. “I love you.”

It’s those three little words that spur my next actions. I take her lips with mine, dragging the kiss along nice and slow until she’s putty in my hands, I unbutton the shirt she’s wearing until she’s sitting on me, in nothing but her shorts and bra, which I take off immediately.

Jane pulls my shirt up from the hem and whips it over my head before pressing her bare chest to mine. I moan when her skin comes into contact with mine and wrap my arms around her, holding her to me like she’s the most precious thing in the world to me.

Because let’s face it, she is.

Jane is everything to me and I plan to spend a long, long time showing her.

I lay us down on the couch, her still on top of me and our lips still attached. She takes the lead and kisses down my jaw and to my neck, onto my chest and lower until her mission seems to be; how fast can I get Warren’s pants off?

With my help, we shuck my pants and boxers off and Jane, without any warning or pretense, takes me into her mouth. I groan at the contact, reveling in her warm mouth. “Jane.” I ground out her name.

All I thought about when I found out one of my dreams was coming true was to get home to her. To this amazing fucking woman who took what she needed from me but gave me so much more.

I stroke her hair and she flicks her tongue against me.

It may be a guy thing to say right now—what with my getting the best blow job on the planet—but I could not live without this woman.

This gorgeous, funny, amazing, modest woman.

“Ah,” I choke out as she sucks deep and I reach for her, pulling her up onto my body until she’s once again straddling me.

She doesn’t need words in this moment. Her eyes burn with desire for me, desire and longing and love.

Carefully, we share the burden of getting her shorts off and onto the floor, and then I’m in her, her warmth enveloping me in a tight hold. She gasps and I pull her mouth down to mine, swallowing the groan she releases.

She rocks above me and our skin slides together, the contact, the friction, is everything. It feels so damn good, but I don’t want it to end yet. I sit up suddenly and Jane yelps before she laughs. I chuckle at her flushed face and move us so she’s below me. It’s not an easy maneuver but we manage somehow.

Jane looks up at me, her eyes still burning, and she reaches for my head, scratching her nails over my scalp. It sends a shiver down my spine.

I feel a building at the base of my spine and reach a hand between us, rubbing my thumb over her clit. She gasps again and meets me thrust for thrust as the pressure builds. She moans loudly and squeezes me tight, that’s all it takes to set me off.

I collapse slightly against the couch, holding myself up by the forearms and panting hard. I glance at Jane, her eyes closed but a smile on her face. I kiss her lips, once, twice, three times.

“I love you,” I rasp at her, turning to the side and pulling her into my arms so we’re lying side by side on the couch.

“I love you, too.”

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