I Have Lived and I Have Loved - Willow Winters Page 0,272

quickens and my chest rises chaotically as he peels my clothes from me. His fingers slip across my skin with a tenderness that’s only thinly hiding the beast of a man Jay is.

His lips kiss and nip my skin, moving over every inch in a torturous fashion. My shoulders dig into the bed as my back arches and he swirls his tongue along my sensitive nipple. His hands, his lips, the roughness of his jeans brushing against my skin. It’s all too much.

“Jay,” I whimper his name. This is the only way I want his name to ever come from my lips again. My head is dizzy with desire and it takes a moment before the cool air makes me realize he’s on his knees, upright and waiting for my attention. My eyes move slowly, trailing along every hard line of the muscles on his chest and shoulders. He waits to speak until I meet his hungry gaze.

“You want me?” he asks as his deft fingers unbutton his jeans. My eyes are drawn to the movement and I slowly crawl to him as if moving too quickly will make him change his mind.

I nod my head once and whisper in a sultry voice I don’t recognize, “Yes, please.”

“Take it from me,” he tells me as he shoves his pants down. He strokes his cock once and my eyes are drawn to it. I lick my lips and show him my intentions but his hand comes out, pushing my shoulders away.

I look up at him, a wave of denial threatening to steal my happiness, but his thumb brushes against my lips and he says, “If I wanted these fuckable lips I’d tell you. Give me your pussy,” he commands.

I can barely breathe as I turn on the mattress, listening to it groan as I get on all fours and reach between my legs for his cock. As I do, he swipes his fingers through my slick folds and brushes my throbbing clit over and over. “You’re so fucking wet,” he groans and I half expect him to lose control, to take me like he did before. He says it like he’s surprised, like I wasn’t made for him.

“Please,” I whimper and lower my head to the mattress. My fingernails scrape along the sheet. I’m close already. I want him that badly.

The only movement he makes is to gently stroke my ass. I peek back at him, willing him to take me as ruthlessly and savagely as he wants to.

“Show me how much you want me,” he says under his breath as he towers over me, looking down at me with a heat in his eyes I’m sure is mirrored in my own.

In this moment, the only thing that matters is showing him just how much I desire his touch. How much I crave his affection and acceptance. His love.

I want him more than I ever have. More than I’ve wanted anything else.

I want him more than I want my own life.

Chapter 24

John

“What happened to the camera?” I ask Jay as I stand in the opening of the bathroom door. There’s still a bit of steam on the bathroom mirror and I watch as he wipes it off with his forearm. He looks over his shoulder at me, his hair still damp from the shower as he puts his t-shirt on over his head.

“The camera?” he asks, turning back to the mirror.

A tick in my jaw twitches as he ignores me. “The fucking camera is destroyed.” My blood heats with anger. I’m tired of being a fucking pawn in this game he’s playing. And how he likes to ignore me.

“She broke it,” he says simply. The mention of her, of the sweet woman he’s toying with does something to me.

“She did that?” I ask him with an air of disbelief, but also one of pride. She’s stronger than she knows. She deserves better, so much better.

The past is the only thing that stands in her way. And that’s just what Jay is.

“She fucking loved doing it,” he says and there’s a sense of pride in his voice and it echoes the jealousy in me. I clear my throat, wishing I could shake it off. Wishing I wasn’t caught in between. Wishing I could just walk away.

“She’s doing better,” I say and watch the easiness about him slowly dim as I wait for him to respond.

“She wants you. You know that?” He cocks a brow at me meant to be friendly in nature,