Packing Up Love (Insta Love Shy Girl Romance 2)

Falling to my knees in front of her, I held her hands in mine. “Please baby, I don’t ever want to be the reason you cry. There must be a way. Just think with me. What do you need right now?”

She nodded, taking shaky breaths. “I need... some space. I need to figure out what I need. I’ve never lived alone before, and everyone says that’s supposed to be really good for you. It helps you find yourself and all that.”

“Okay.” I nodded, thinking. “What if we only saw each other Saturday nights? And maybe one check-in text every day? You need to discover your new neighborhood, get used to a different life, decorate your new apartment. And you need some girlfriends. Maybe a book club, or something.”

Claire’s hand squeezed mine. “You’d be okay with that?”

“For a few months, sure. I’m going to be really busy with school, and work. We could focus on ourselves, but still keep this connection.”

She nodded slowly. “I think that sounds really healthy.”

“Now,” I gave her hands a shake. “If you’re on board with that, I just have two little requests.”

“Okay.”

“You never speak to Kyle. Ever. Trust me, he will never contact you again. But if he does, you don’t answer. Tell me immediately and I’ll take care of it.”

Claire nodded emphatically. “No problem. I promise.”

“And honey,” I said, bringing my hand up to run my thumb along her cheekbone. “If you need me for anything, please call. Sometimes I might take a few hours to get back to you, but I’ll always come running. Please never think of it as bothering me. Okay?”

She nodded, then leaned in to kiss me, and I realized I wasn’t just on my knees physically. This girl had me on my knees for her for life. Even though I couldn’t tell her yet, and wouldn’t dare scare her any more right now, I was going to marry her someday.

When she finally stepped back, she was smiling. “Claire, can I take you home?” She nodded eagerly.

Twenty minutes later we were falling into her bed, tearing our clothing off, moaning into each other’s lips. I realized that after the scare of seeing her with another man, and the terror of having her almost tell me she wouldn’t be with me, I wasn’t sure if I could be gentle this time.

Her dreamy hazel eyes lit up as I tossed her onto her back in the middle of the bed, naked. She was so curvy and pale and delicate that I just stared at her for a moment, barely realizing that I was gently stroking myself. “You have no idea what you do to me,” I murmured.

She looked up at me shyly. “I think I have some idea,” she whispered. “Even if I can’t believe it.”

Settling between her legs, my shoulders opened her thighs as my tongue immediately began lapping straight through her center. She gasped, clutching my hair. “Oh, Jason,” she breathed, and my name on her lips sent another fresh burst of desire singing through my veins.

Very gently I slipped two fingers inside her, delighted that she was already wet. Swirling my tongue around her hot little clit, I loved the feeling of her hips wriggling under my mouth. Her soaking tunnel gripped my fingers, and I could feel how close she was already.

“Yes, Jason, yes,” she moaned so sweetly, her pretty eyes wide but hazy as she stared down at me.

I dug in, licking firmly and quickly, watching her gasp as her shoulders tensed and her body curled forward. A long rattling breath shuddered through her. Then she squealed, her fingertips digging into my skull as she shook. Feeling her dripping passage pulsing against my fingers nearly did me in.

The second she stopped quivering, I was on top of her, kissing her hard, almost roughly. “I need you, baby,” I groaned, my thick shaft already nestled between her open folds.

“I need you,” she choked, looking up at me. I could see the love in her eyes, even if she was too scared to say it. I could see everything she felt for me.

Gliding into her sweet softness, her legs wrapped around me, her hands around my shoulders, pulling me into her with everything she had.

I couldn’t stop myself from plunging deeper, deeper, until her eyes flashed open in surprise.

“Is that too much, baby?” I asked quickly.

She shook her head, flashing me a delicious naughty grin. “More,” she demanded.

My hands slid to her incredible breasts, fingers and lips wandering over her skin while she moaned so sweetly for me. I couldn’t slow down, couldn’t stop, thrusting quick and deep into her luscious softness.

Checking her eyes, I wondered if I was being too rough with her, but her head fell back as she trembled under me. “Yes,” she murmured, “Take me. Harder.”

I couldn’t believe she’d just said that, as every instinct surged, driving me into her sweet little pussy. Biting her nipple gently, she quivered against me, her hips tipping up against mine.

Grinding against her, I watched as her eyes grew wide, felt her as she started to tense around me. My hand slid behind her shoulders to tangle in the back of her hair, pulling her lips to min