Page 47 of Defying Ella
A thrill worked through me at the press of his body weight against mine. Threading my legs through his, I sank into the mattress, conceding all control to him while my fingers roamed his tattooed back, nails scratching through the material until I couldn’t take it anymore. He broke the kiss, pullingback as I tugged at his vest, urging him to ditch the thing.It barely covers him anyway.
His eyes creased with mirth and he ripped it over his head.
“Happy now?”
About which part?
I hummed in contented agreement, letting my hands roam his chest. He chuckled before littering kisses across my jaw and down my neck. He nipped me, licking away the sting while grinding himself against my aching body. My hands balled into fists against his back and my eyes fell shut on a groan.
Fuck, I’ve missed this. Missed him.
Jared’s hand grazed the waistband of my pyjama shorts, tickling me. My breath caught as his fingers hooked into the material and my stupid common sense started alarming.
Yes, fucking him is lovely, but am I really going to put myself through the after-effects again?
It wouldn’t be a problem. I knew better.
“Wait.” I caught his hand. He pulled back, his eyes pinched with confusion. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
His lips curled, amusement dancing across his face.
“I wouldn’t have crawled back into bed if I wasn’t.”
He lowered his head and panic infused me. That hadn’t really been an answer. I pressed a hand against his shoulder, holding him back.
He chuckled. “What now, Sparky?”
“With me?” The words came out strangled as nerves crawled up my throat and tried to smother me into silence. “Are you sure you want to sleep with me again?”
His expression softened. “I’m all here, Ella.” He pressed his forehead to mine and my breath caught. “I want you. No one else,” he whispered, feathering the words across my lips.
My heart jumped, and happiness flooded me far too quickly. I smiled at him, my eyes starting to leak embarrassingly. His fingers caressed my cheek and jaw before he brushed my hair back and kissed me with so much attention,keeping a grip on any attempt to guard my feelings from him failed.
Jared had never kissed me with such attention before.
No one could blame me for getting emotional. The man had been an enigma to me for far too long.
“Do you want me to keep going?” Jared asked with a hesitant note to match the lines around his eyes. “I won’t hold it against you if you change your mind. Actually, I’ll understand if I’m the last person you want touching you so —”
I pressed a finger to his lips, stilling his nervous ramble.
“Fuck me, please, Buttercup.”
“Buttercup?” His face scrunched up in horror.
“What? You can have a nickname for me, but I can’t have one for you?”
“No, you can call me anything you want.” He pressed his lips together, amusement filtering back into his green gaze. “But a flower, seriously?”
“Yup.” My brows arched, daring him to argue.
For a couple of seconds, we stared at each other. I could see the debate taking place behind his eyes. Fight me on a name or get off. No surprise which won.
“Fine,” he groaned. “Buttercup it is.”
“Good choice.” I patted him on the shoulder. “Now lose the clothes.”
Jared chuckled, but he did as I asked, and it very quickly turned into a race between us. I wriggled out of my yoga leggings while he shucked his joggers and boxers. I squeaked as he pounced, catching my ankles and dragging me up and towards his waiting mouth.
