Page 79 of An Unexpected Turn
I laughed, stretching my arms over my head.
I already didn’t want to leave on Sunday. It would be wonderful to have this all the time—granted, sex in the living room with our clothes littered all over the floor would be a novelty with a teenager living in his house.
He said we were close and I agreed, but to what outcome? I couldn’t relax and enjoy what we had because I was too busy preparing myself for whatever “after” we’d get.
THIRTY-ONE
PEYTON
Icouldn’t remember the last time I’d slept with someone else. I’d had sex, sure, but actually sleeping next to someone and staying the night? It was so long ago that I couldn’t even remember when or who it was.
Travis’s promises of lavish weekends away were the same bullshit as all the other lies he’d told me. I was into him enough at the time to hold on to the hypothetical strings he’d dangled in front of me. When we were together—if you could even call it that—I’d wake up very much alone with only my broken spirit to keep me company under my sheets.
Sharing someone’s bed and waking up in their arms was intimate in a way sex wasn’t. I’d woken up feeling relaxed and safe, my soul as satisfied as my body. Yes, we had to keep the secret going until we were able to tell my uncle about us, but Jake never made me feel like he put me in a box or was ashamed of what we had. He was just as stuck as I was.
I propped my elbow on the pillow and rested my chin on my hand, oddly entertained and soothed by watching Jake sleep. An extra layer of stubble dusted his cheeks, the dotting of gray now more noticeable with the longer bristles. He stirred for a moment, tucking his hands under the pillow as his long lashes fluttered. My gaze drifted to the muscular cut of his arms and down to where the V of his hips disappeared under the sheets.
He was so damn beautiful, it hurt to look at him. Unable to help myself, I feathered the back of my hand down his cheek and over his scruffy jaw. I skidded my fingertips down his neck and over his chest.
His head jerked up as he caught my wrist before I could go lower.
“Taking advantage of me in my sleep? That’s a little unfair. At least wake me so I can enjoy it.”
He pulled my arm until I was splayed on top of him.
“I was ogling you in your sleep. Can you blame me?” I tilted my head, straddling his hips and grinding against him.
“Do what you want with me, sweetheart. I’m all yours.” He drifted his hand up and down my naked back.
“Yeah?” I whispered, hovering over him as he peered up at me with hooded eyes.
“Yeah,” he said, lifting his hips and grazing his hard length against my already needy core. “Did I mention that I’m glad you’re here?” I moaned as he grabbed my ass and brought me closer, doubling the glorious friction between us.
“You did,” I whispered, rocking back and forth. “On the couch, against the kitchen counter, the bed.”
“We’re a couple of animals, aren’t we?”
His low chuckle settled deep in my chest. This was so much better than the random nights and afternoons we’d had at my condo for the past couple of months. What would it be like to have this all the time? Wake up in his bed and be with him officially all the time, not only in stolen moments.
The thought was as wonderful as it was distant. I wanted to ride on euphoria before I dwelled on the struggle. He grabbed my backside and yanked me closer, sliding into me with one slick thrust. I rolled my hips as I pressed my hands into his chest, fixated on the heat in Jake’s eyes as they bored into mine.
“I will never get enough of you,” Jake groaned, his fingers digging into my thighs as he sat up, cupping my neck to bring me in for a kiss. This wasn’t the marathon we’d had last night. It was slow and sensual as we drifted together like two puzzle pieces. It was supposed to feel wrong between us, but it never had. Maybe this was why.
He bucked his hips off the bed, hitting a new angle as his thumb danced across my clit. My legs went rigid, my body already pulsing around him as I came. Jake sifted his fingers into my hair, taking a fistful as he plunged faster and deeper, groaning into my neck as he rode out his release. I looped my arms around his neck, holding on tight so I wouldn’t fall. I’d never be able to let this man go, no matter what happened after people found out about us.
He was too perfect to give up—for anyone.
“You are better than coffee,” he said, smoothing the damp hair off my forehead. “The best way to wake up.” His smile faded for a second when he brought his lips back to mine.
“I love waking up with you too.”
A grin split his mouth. “Good.” He lifted me off him and slid out of bed, treating me to a glimpse of his backside.
“I’m guessing we’re staying inside since I can’t put pants on until tomorrow,” I said, feeling around for the T-shirt Jake had ripped off me before we climbed into bed.
He shrugged. “I have nowhere to go. We have a kitchen full of groceries, and it’s supposed to snow today. In fact, I may not let you leave tomorrow. Keep you in my basement for my own wicked intentions.”
I laughed at his wry grin.
