After Us (Next Generation #6) - J.M. Walker Page 0,27

of my hand. He tugged it gently, pulling me down onto the couch beside him.

A shuddered breath left me.

Jaron wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pushing his face into the crook of my neck.

An unspoken apology fell between us. This would be a give and take situation and right now, I was taking everything I could.

Turning in his arms, I brushed my fingers through his dark beard, over his cheekbone and across his lips. I wanted to memorize this moment. Where both of us were at a place where we didn’t know what to do but knew that we wanted to do it together.

Fisting his shirt, I pulled him against me and wrapped myself around him. I held him as I tightly as I could.

His big body relaxed. With rough hands, they roamed beneath my shirt and up my back. The touch of his calloused palms against my naked skin, sent a flutter of peace through every inch of me.

I leaned back, cupped his face, and covered his mouth with mine before he could say or do anything. Before he could push me away again. Before he could stop me and tell me that it wasn’t right. That this was the wrong time.

We needed to talk. I knew that. But right now, I just needed to feel. Even if it was just holding and touching, I would take it. I would take all of it and keep it safe in my arms.

Jaron ran his hands up my back, trailing one of them down my side and around to my front. His fingers brushed over the stretch marks covering my lower abdomen, a rough growl escaping him. He would have seen them before when I joined him in the shower, but he never said anything then. I wondered why they all of a sudden affected him.

Releasing my mouth, he leaned his forehead against mine.

“Jaron,” I whispered, running my fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.

When his lips found the side of my neck, I let out a soft sigh.

He gripped the hem of my shirt and lifted it above my head, leaving me only in my leggings. His dark eyes fell to my breasts, his tongue licking along his lips.

My chest rose and fell, the tiny hairs on my body tingling under his scrutiny.

Reaching out, he brushed his thumb along my jawline before covering my mouth with his. Splitting my lips with his tongue, he pushed and shoved, licked and sucked. He devoured every inch, taking and giving and making it his own.

I grabbed onto his shirt, fisting it in my hands. I needed to feel his hot skin and his muscles jump under my touch. I craved the way he lost control and needed every inch of him against every inch of me.

Fisting his shirt in my hands, I broke the kiss long enough to get the fabric up and over his head.

Once he tossed it to the floor, he was back on me.

I gasped, taking his tongue deep into my mouth and wrapping my arms around him. My nipples peaked, my breasts pushing against his naked chest.

Jaron laid me back, lowering me to the couch. Kneeling between my legs, he pushed into me, igniting a burn I had never felt before.

Reaching between us, I ran my fingers down his stomach, his abs twitching beneath my touch. Once I reached the waist of his jeans, I undid the button and lowered the zipper.

He deepened the kiss, stealing the very breath from my lungs.

Jaron hooked his fingers into the waist of my leggings and broke the kiss. His eyes were dark, filled with so much damn lust, my heart hammered in my ears. He continued tugging the leggings lower until they were off one leg.

Spreading my legs even more, I opened myself to him. Although I was still in panties, I was sure he could see exactly how much I wanted him. How much I needed every inch of him inside of me.

He pushed his waist back between my knees and crushed his mouth to mine.

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(Jaron)

The rational part of me said that this was too soon and that we should wait. But I didn’t listen. When Piper accused me of being jealous of the twins, I almost yelled that I had every right to be jealous of them. Knowing she spent weeks with them fucking her, how the hell could I not be jealous? But then I saw the pain hidden behind her eyes and the wobble of