Wild Sexy Love (Wild Sexy 4)

“Oh God!” My legs fell wider, weak from pleasure. Each stroke between my legs sent an additional spark to heighten the explosion threatening my body. I clutched at Jason, my fingers digging into his butt, scratching along his back, pulling at his hair.

“I love you,” I cried, sure I was going to die of pleasure.

He responded by thrusting deep into me, giving me everything. My body started to shake, and he increased his pace, guiding me expertly into a climax that shook me to my bones.

He came with me, letting out a loud groan as he pushed deep into me and let go of his control. His body shook with release, and I wrapped my arms tight around him.

We lay together for a very long time afterward. Jason dropped soft kisses on my face and neck and stroked my hair.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

I smiled. “So are you.”

He drew me even closer, tracing his fingers over my back. “You’re mine,” he said again, this time so softly I barely heard him.

“Always,” I replied. “Always yours.”

Chapter Six

Later, I microwaved the takeout, and we ate while watching a sitcom on TV.

Jason’s eyes barely left my face. “I had the impression that after letting you go for a whole weekend, you’d be spending most of this week at my place.”

I popped a piece of spicy chicken in my mouth. “I still live here.”

“Only because you’re stubborn.”

“Maybe I just like it better here.”

He shook his head. “That’s not possible. You like my place far better.” He smiled. “I live there.”

I laughed softly. “You’re so full of yourself.”

He gazed at me, his expression solemn. “Whatever is going on, promise me it doesn’t matter. Promise me it can’t change this.” He took my hand and wrapped his fingers around mine. “Promise me.”

“Nothing can change this,” I said, my voice sounding almost fervent.

“I hate to leave knowing there’s somet

hing you’re not telling me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I whispered. It was true. It didn’t matter to me. Nothing mattered more than the fact that I loved him with every fiber of my being. “I’ll come over after work tomorrow.”

He grimaced. “I’m working late, so you’ll probably be asleep when I get home.” He thought for a moment. “And I have a trip Wednesday through Friday.”

“Amy and Colin are leaving on Friday.”

“I’ll be here for that,” he said. “And afterward, I’m all yours.”

“We could go to the beach house,” I suggested. The memories from the time we’d spent there were like a constant source of warmth in my chest, and if I needed anything right then, it was warmth, good memories, and him.

Jason smiled. “Perfect.” He leaned down and kissed me. “I’ll make the arrangements.”

Soon after he left, I went to bed. Outside my window, I could hear the faint sounds from outside, the sound of a car on the street, a slamming door, the occasional whistle of the wind as it whipped past the concrete buildings. I gazed at the painting on my wall that Jason had given me all those months ago. It seemed like such a long time ago, almost as if lifetimes had passed.

When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed I was drowning under the weight of a secret, and I was helpless to save myself.

“Now I know how Colin felt when he was coming to meet my parents.” Amy sighed and secured the lid on the box she’d just finished packing. I’d brought a half-bottle of wine from the fridge, and I poured a glass then offered it to her.