Page 34 of Texas Made
“I’m…surprised.”
“Why? We knew this was going to happen.”
“Yes. But I didn’t think it would be so soon.”
“I’m not leaving tomorrow, you know.”
“I know.”
“Hey.” She moved closer and put her hands on either side of his face. “I’m here now.” She kissed him.
It made him crazy to think about her leaving. She’d made her feelings about long-distance relationships clear. Still, that didn’t mean they couldn’t at least try. He pulled her into his lap, reaching beneath her shirt to caress her breasts. She closed her eyes on a groan and let her head drop back. He needed no other encouragement. He stripped off her shirt, got rid of her bra and buried his face between her beautiful breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked until it was a hard point. Then he did the same thing to the other nipple. She stood and undid her jeans, pushing them down her legs and stepping out of them while he ripped off his T-shirt and unfastened his blue jeans. He’d barely gotten them down to his knees when she climbed on top of him and took him inside.
God. She felt like heaven. Slick, tight, welcoming. She began to ride. He grasped her breasts, then slid his hands down to her hips, to help her set the rhythm. She rose, then slammed herself down on him. It took everything he had not to erupt right then and there. Their gazes locked, she did it again. And again. He reached between them to fondle her where their bodies joined. Rubbed her there, once, twice and she cried out, convulsing around him as he spilled inside her.
Neither one of them spoke. After a while she climbed off of him and he stood, picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. And made love to her again.
He tried, very hard, not to wonder how many more times he’d be able to do that.
*
“I don’t wantyou to leave,” Marshall said. “Not if it means we can’t keep seeing each other.”
Jaclyn sighed. They were lying in bed and Marshall had his arm around her. She lay on his chest—and a very nice chest it was—tracing her fingers over his skin. “I can’t stay here indefinitely. I need to get back to work. In person.”
“You’re not listening. We never discussed what we were going to do when your condo was finished.”
“We might not have specifically discussed it, but it was implied. I go back home and—” She stopped, unsure what to say.
“Adios, see you around, it was fun while it lasted?”
She raised up on her elbow to look at him. “I didn’t say that. But I thought we’d both assumed this—” she gestured between them “—was nothing permanent.”
“There’s a big difference between not permanent and forgetting it ever happened.”
“I could never forget you, Marshall. No matter what happens between us.”
He didn’t look particularly mollified. “I don’t want to break up when you go back to Dallas. Do you? Is that what you really want?”
No. Hell, no. She was totally not ready to give him up. But she also knew long-distance relationships didn’t always work out. Or even usually. Been there, done that, and wasn’t anxious to do it again. So she hedged. “We don’t have to decide right this minute.”
“If you’re leaving next week we do. But then, I guess I’ve had my answer, haven’t I?” He got up and strode naked out of the room, returning wearing his jeans and pulling his T-shirt over his head. “I’ll see you later. Or not.”
“Marshall, stop. You’re overreacting.” She got out of bed and grabbed a sleep shirt from her dresser drawer, pulling it over her head quickly. Being naked made her feel at a disadvantage.
“Am I? I don’t think so.” He’d crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorjamb.
“I don’t want to break up.”
He shrugged. “Looks like it from here.”
“I don’t. But I don’t think a long-distance relationship is a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“I tried it before.”
“When?”
