Heartbreak Lover (Broken Hearts Academy #2) - C.R. Jane Page 0,40
all. I felt all of him. My hips moved, rounding gently at first, pulling him in and out at a taunting, tortuous pace.
The joy in this moment was almost more than I could bear. It was so fucking, achingly sweet. My thoughts scattered, frayed with unbridled tension, and I dissolved around him, mind and body surrendering to this mystifying connection between us that I was starting to believe was unbreakable.
“So good, little angel. You feel so good wrapped around me,” he breathed into my mouth, just before licking and claiming me with a long kiss. His tongue mimicked the rock and sway of his hips, deep, deeper still with each push forward. I took in every sound he made and sucked on his lips, and then the rough bristle of his chin and down his neck, savoring the sweet sheen of sweat that coated his chest, making it slide onto mine.
Straightening his arms, Jackson looked down, into my eyes and then along every line of my chest as it rose and fell beneath him.
I love you, he said, but no sound came with the words. I lived and died with those words, holding them tight inside of me until they became a part of me. Forever and ever.
His muscles flexed with the long glide of his hips. Moving in and out, his pace picked up, and he threw his head back on a groan.
“Fuck, Everly, I need you to come with me, baby.” He gripped my legs, bringing them up so they were bent at the knee, leaving me wide open to welcome in some unknown and raw place. He was hitting the heart of me, literally and figuratively. He found me and was making me feel everything.
I’d wanted to not feel anything when I’d come over tonight. This was going the opposite of that.
“Jackson.” His name was a benediction falling from my tongue.
He growled, rough and jagged. What should have been sweet sent a flood of heat between my thighs as he entered me again. He groaned as he pulled out.
“Mine, so good, so fucking tight, perfect,” became the soundtrack to the slow build of my orgasm, along with the pounding rhythm of his hips.
When I was stretched so thin, ready to break into a million pieces, I bit his shoulder so he would feel every ounce of pleasure I could give him.
Raking my nails down his back, I sunk them into the flexed muscles of his ass.
Shattering under his falling weight, I screamed his name and let go of everything but him, vaguely hearing his cry as he joined me.
We were one; we were us.
My breath shattered. He rolled over, and I splayed out onto his chest. His hands wrapped into my hair, holding me tight as our bodies calmed. Eventually, he pulled my lips to his, kissing me gently, looking at me like he couldn’t believe his luck that I was here. We breathed into each other, sated.
“I think I’m doomed to love you even after I die,” he whispered to me in the dark, the only time he ever seemed to give me his secrets.
“But maybe after death, it won’t hurt so much to do it,” I responded.
And we stayed like that, neither one of us moving, until morning.
14
“I’m the birthday bitch,” Lane screeched loudly as she held up the bottle of champagne she’d been nursing exclusively for the last hour and danced on top of the tabletop of the club we’d come to in the city. Since I refused to attend any more school functions, because they were all starting to become dangerous to my health…and possibly my life, we’d skipped celebrating her birthday at the frats and had come to a club that one of her friends had connections with.
Hence the table service in a booth right near the dance floor.
I’d never seen Lane relax like this, and it made me a bit jealous of my best friend. What would It be like to feel that carefree for once? I tried to remember if I’d ever felt like that in my life. Maybe before my dad had killed himself, before my parents had started fighting over money.
But certainly not since then.
Besides Lane’s good mood, the night was also looking up because there were no guys in our little group. I hadn’t talked to Jackson since leaving his house two days earlier, although he’d tried to call and text me. Everything had been blissfully Caiden free, and I’d told Landry that I needed some time.