Jett (Arizona Vengeance 10)

“I want my mouth on you, Jett,” I explain and a muscle twitches in his jaw.

“Now,” I order, and he rolls off me quickly, coming to rest flat on his back.

Laughing, I roll to follow his trajectory, but come up to rest on my knees. Shifting closer, I place a hand on his belly, loving the way his muscles jump under my touch. My hand closes around his erection once more and as I start to bend over him, he sucks in a lungful of air.

My mouth closes around the head of his cock, and it all comes whooshing out in a big gust of relief mixed with a need for more.

I give him more, taking him in deep and sucking hard on the backstroke.

“Christ,” he mutters, his hand going to my hair. I feel his fingers slide through, curl, and then grasp hard to hold me in place.

He doesn’t have to worry.

I’m not going anywhere.

?

Our breathing returned to normal, legs entwined and my head on his chest, Jett seems comfortable with the silence. The steady glide of his fingers back and forth against my hip has me getting drowsy.

Yet I’m not comfortable staying silent. I came here to talk.

Now, I don’t mind what we did. I’ll never regret pulse-pounding orgasms or watching pleasure etch across his face.

But we need to talk.

“I’m sorry,” I say, busting into the silence of the room.

“For what?” he asks, and I can hear the humor in his tone.

“For being stupid,” I admit to him. “As Jenna put it plainly, I was the one running from you and you should have been running from me and my special brand of crazy.”

Jett snorts and his hand tightens on my hip. “I really, really like your sister. Did I ever tell you that?”

“You actually have,” I remind him. He’s said it to me on more than one occasion, having grown close to Jenna as he’d done Felicity.

“I didn’t think I could handle everything. I felt I’d be failing you because I have so much other stuff to deal with, and that it would be better to…”

My words trail off and I tip my head to look up at him. “I have no clue why I thought it would be better by pushing you away for a bit. I have no clue why I didn’t accept your offer of strength.”

“You were scared,” he says simply. “And you’re proud.”

I lay my head back down on his chest and nod. “I guess.”

“And you’re not anymore.” His voice is low, rumbling but gentle.

“I’m still scared, but I’m not stupid anymore,” I reply with a nervous laugh.

“Only took you a few hours to get unstupid,” he commends me. “That’s probably a record in the history of breakups.”

“We didn’t break up,” I remind him with a poke to the ribs and he jerks to the side. “I just wanted to take a break. Big difference.”

“So you say.” His voice is languid in dismissal of our difference of opinion.

It goes quiet again and his fingers start stroking my hip. The sensation is soothing and my eyes start to get heavy. “You forgive me, right?”

“I gave you an orgasm, didn’t I?” he quips.

“Two,” I remind him. “Am I forgiven?”

Jett doesn’t answer me right away and my heart starts thudding with fear. Had I misread all of this? Was this just another roll in the hay for him before we part ways?

I lift my head so I can look at him. I need to be able to read his expression along with any words he chooses to give. “Am I forgiven?” I repeat, enunciating my words a little more profoundly.

His eyes slide my way, his expression relaxed. He reaches his other hand across his body, touches his fingers to my jaw before sliding his hand to the back of my neck to squeeze me there. “I love you. There’s nothing to forgive.”

For a moment, I get dizzy.

Like the room spins and my breath hitches and my palms immediately turn sweaty. I wasn’t expecting that. Never crossed my mind.

And yet, the minute he gives me those words I know they are so perfect and precious that while I may not have seen it coming, I was ready to hear it.

“I love you,” I reply softly.

Because really… what else could I say.

Except this. “I think that’s why I got unstupid so fast. Because I love you and I knew you were the best kind of complication I could ever hope for in my life. The moment you said those words to me, I knew it was true about myself.”

Jett leans over and kisses me. “I knew it tonight. It came to me when you told me I was nothing like Shane.”

“You’re not,” I rush to reassure him.

He shakes his head, indicating I’m not understanding him. “You told me that I’m different from Shane because I’d never let anything rule my life the way Shane lets drugs rule his.”