He stilled behind me. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not dreaming this, am I?” I moved my hands up and down his forearms, my head still resting on his broad shoulder. Rolling my head, I looked up at him through dazed and probably half-lost eyes.
He smiled the sweetest, sexiest smile and kissed my lips. “This—we—are as real as it gets.” His hands moved and he wrapped them around me in a tight grip, his forearms holding up the weight of my breasts. After a long squeeze, which I loved, he whispered into my ear. “I need to get rid of the condom, baby. Let go of me.”
I dropped my hands and held back a small whimper when he pulled out. However, I couldn’t stop the trembling in my body when his palm moved on the curve of my ass.
“Lie down—you’re shaking.”
I did so happily.
When he came back, I was hiding under the covers, my head resting on the pillow, my hands tucked under my cheek. I tracked his every move and secretly high-fived myself when I noticed he was still naked. His cock was impressive even when it wasn’t doing things to me.
He lay down, facing me.
“Hi,” I whispered.
He took a deep breath and then released it. “Hello, Rose.” His lips met mine and I smiled through our short-lived kiss. “What’s the smile for?” he asked, his lips moving against mine as our noses bumped.
“I’d share my door with you any day, Jack Hawthorne.”
His brows dipped together. “What are you talking about?”
“If you’ve never seen Titanic, I can’t be married to you,” I said seriously.
Unfortunately, the confusion didn’t clear from his eyes, but a smile did touch his lips. “I think it’s a little late for that.”
“You haven’t seen it. Jack and Rose…the Titanic…”
“I know the movie, but I don’t think I’ve seen it.”
“If I was confident I could walk out of this room, I’d force you to watch it right now, but since that’s not happening, clear your schedule—we’re watching it tomorrow.”
His hand brushed my hair away from my face. “Okay. How are you feeling?”
Now I let my own lips curve up. “For a minute there, my brain tingled.”
His expression turned serious, his body going taut. “Are you feeling okay? Was it too much?”
I lifted my hand and smoothed out his frown. “I’m fine, but there was definitely a tingle up there.” Leaning forward, I kissed him. Closing my eyes, my heart in my throat, I whispered against his lips, “It was the best sex of my life, Jack.”
“Good.”
I drew back and looked into his eyes, which were hiding in the dark shadows of my room. “That’s it? You better say something more.”
His eyebrows rose. “You want to hear that you’re my best too?”
“Yes, and more. Please.”
Then he laughed, and if the sounds he made when he was coming were the sexiest I’d ever heard, the sound of him laughing in bed with me was the sweetest. He sobered quickly, but it didn’t stop me from hearing the smile and amusement in his voice. “You’re the best I’ve ever had too, Rose.”
I waited. So did he.
“More,” I said. “And make it more believable.”
One eyebrow quirked up then his hand sneaked behind me and he pulled me to himself until we were skin to skin again. His semi-hard cock pressed against my stomach and he looked into my eyes, no hint of a smile left on his face.
I was already breathless, dammit!
“You’re the only woman I want to go to sleep holding on to and wake up next to, Rose Hawthorne. I will never leave you. I will never forget you.”
Heat rushed across my skin, my heartbeat loud in my ears. I cleared my throat. “Not too bad. I guess it’s a good thing you’re not that bad in bed.”
I will never leave you.
That statement—it stole the breath from my lungs. The obvious claim would’ve easily scared a different woman, but I soaked in every raw word and let them fill me. I’d never belonged to anyone, not like that, not like what Jack was offering me.
“Sex?” I quipped. “Again? You know, just so we can see if the first time was a fluke?”
His answer was whispered against my lips with a smile as his eyes held my vulnerable stare. “Yes, baby. Again.”
The next day, I looked exactly like someone who had gotten herself some. It was smiles galore in the coffee shop and I was walking on clouds. Owen didn’t mind making sure I knew what he thought of me when I kept smiling to myself right across from him on the other side of the kitchen island.
When I saw Jack’s face flash on my phone’s screen right before we were about to open, my morning reached a high.
“Hi.”
“My Rose.” There was that hint of a smile I loved seeing on his lips in his voice when he spoke. “How are you feeling?”