Game Changer by Kelly Jamieson Page 0,93
Christ.”
“I know.” Her hands clutch my ass, pulling me deeper. “Fuck me, Jax.”
My groans mingle with her sighs as our bodies come together, perfect, easy and right. I surge into her, our connection so intimate, joining not just our bodies but our hearts. Something even more than that. Our souls? Something touches me inside, a searing, exquisite sensation, an overwhelming desire to protect and take care of her, to be with her forever. My eyes sting and my throat closes up.
I frame her face with my hands, my gaze holding hers. I see a reflection of my own devotion, my own longing, my own hope in her eyes, and it draws me in, so deep, like I’m falling over a cliff. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
She stares back at me steadily, meaningfully. “Me either.”
Christ. I know she’s been in love before. But those words mean so much to me. Emotion swells inside me and I’m overflowing with everything good and right and dazzling. “I love you, Molly. I love you.”
Her hands stroke over my back and I feel the tenderness in her touch, hear her pleasure in her muffled whimpers, feel her love in the brush of her breath against my mouth. “I love you, too, Jax.”
Her body tightens beneath me and around me as she climaxes, squeezing me inside and out. She cries out and I watch her face, humbled by her beauty, by the ecstasy I see there because of me, awed and gratified by her trust and her belief in me and her love.
Pressure builds at the base of my spine and in my balls, building to my own exquisite peak of pleasure. Her hands grip my hips as I drive into her one…more…time…and explode. Lights flash as my lids squeeze shut against the intensity of my orgasm, and when I pour myself into her in long, hard, almost painful pulses, I’m joined to her like I’ve never been with anyone.
We settle beneath the soft warmth of her duvet, curled into each other. I press my cheek against the top of her head and smile. I loved her arms around me, stroking my back, down over the curve of my ass, dragging her fingers up the crevice there. Jesus, I’m going to be hard again in two minutes if she keeps that up.
“I tried to get over you,” she says quietly as we snuggle together. “But I couldn’t.” She strokes up my back. “My friends told me I should go out with other guys, try to move on. It didn’t work.”
“I was so fucking pissed seeing you with that guy.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I sigh. “Again, time wasted because I was afraid to say what I needed to.”
“I didn’t say anything either,” she points out. “I mean, I told you I missed you.”
“I thought you meant as a friend.”
“No. But I wanted you to think that. I didn’t think we could be together because of Steve.”
“Okay, how fucked up was that that we told each other how we really feel about each other while he was standing right there? And after that, I think he was actually less inclined to clock me.”
“I know!” She shifts against me. “That was so…weird. But…good.”
“I talked to him.”
She draws back and stares at me. “What?”
“After the autograph session. We talked again. I don’t think he’s totally happy, but he didn’t punch me in the face, so there’s that.”
She chuckles.
“I think it’ll be okay. He knows he fucked up.” I pause. “He told me not to do the same.”
She nods slowly.
“I won’t, Molly. I promise you.”
Her lips tip up into a trembling smile and she touches her fingertips to my cheek. “Remember what you said, the night of the wedding? I mean, the non-wedding?”
“Uh…no.”
“You said sometimes not getting what you want can be a good thing.”
“Fuck, I am so smart.”
“I know.” She laughs lightly and presses a kiss to my chest. “You were right. Things worked out so much better. For all of us.”
I slide a hand into her hair and press her face to me. “Yeah. Things did.” I roll her to her back and rise up over her to peer down into her eyes. “I promise I will never cheat on you, Molly. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that I need to talk. If I’m ever feeling…I don’t even know, fuck, I can’t imagine wanting anyone but you, I love you…but if I’m not happy, I promise I will talk to you about it instead of doing something stupid.”
She nods, her eyes