Jonquils for Jax (Blueberry Lane 3 - The Rousseaus #1) - Katy Regnery Page 0,66

ready yet…if she was satisfied with what they’d already shared, he would wait. He’d wait forever, if that’s what she wanted.

She searched his face, gearing up to say something, then stopping herself.

“Say it,” he said, reaching up to caress her cheek.

“The meeting I have this week…”

He took a deep breath and sighed. “While you’re gone, I’ll have my buddy come and look at the security system and—”

“While I’m gone?”

“While you’re in LA talkin’ to whomever you have to talk to to make a TV show.”

She rolled her lips together for a moment, then took a shaky breath. Gathering her courage. Why? What did she need to tell him?

“What if I said the meeting was here in Philly? What if I said that…all I really want to do is buy this house and ask you to manage it? What if I said I wanted to make my show here, on location, and asked you to consult on it? What if I asked you to move in and live here with me? What would you say?”

“I’d say you don’t know me that well.”

Her face fell, but her eyes held his as she refuted his words in a rush. “But I feel like I do. I know what I want, and what I want is—”

He continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “I’d say you don’t know me that well, because if you did, you’d know exactly how I’d answer.” He leaned closer to her, resting his forehead against hers. “I’d tell you that runnin’ an estate like this would come second nature to me…and that consultin’ on your show would be a dream job…and that movin’ in here with you, and having you naked beside me every night and every mornin’, and lettin’ me keep an eye on you and take care of you and love you…well now, that would be the stuff of miracles, Jax.”

She’d started crying early into his speech, but now her fingers reached for the button on his jeans with urgency, unfastening it before reaching for his zipper and tugging it down with a satisfying zzzzzp.

“Get naked,” she said. “I need you. Now.”

He rolled onto his back and reached for the waistband of his jeans, bucking up to push them down, then using his feet to free his legs of them. She rolled on top of him, her damp curls covering his erect penis as she pushed his T-shirt to his shoulders. He leaned up and reached for it behind his neck, pulling it off with a yank and wrapping his arms around her body.

Her mouth crashed into his as he reached between them to part the lips of her sex so his dick could slide against her slick, pebbled clit. Her tongue tangled with his and he swallowed her moan as he flipped her to her back so he’d have more control. Knowing how stimulated she was already, he made small movements over the tight bunch of nerves, his pre-cum mixing with the wetness he’d wrought from her before.

“Are you on the pill?” he asked, his voice raspy, and he peppered kisses on her lips, waiting for her to answer.

“Yeah,” she said.

“I’m clean, Jax,” he said, gazing into her eyes, praying she was too so that there’d be no barrier between them when he slipped into the tight heaven of her body. “I swear to God, I’d never put you in danger.”

“I know,” she said, smiling as she leaned up to kiss him again.

“What about you?”

“I haven’t been with anyone since…” Her cheeks colored, and he drew back to look at her.

“Since…?”

“Since college,” she said quickly.

He stared at her. “You’re twenty-seven.”

She nodded.

“You haven’t been with anyone for six years?”

“Seven,” she whispered.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because it never felt right.” She looked up at him, her face calm, her eyes luminous. “And now it does.”

“You could have anyone,” he said, cradling her face with his hands as he positioned the tip of his erection at the entrance of her sex.

“But all I want,” she said, spreading her legs, bending her knees, and reaching to pull his face down to hers, “is you.”

He slid forward into the tight, wet heat of her sheath, burying himself to the hilt as she sucked on his tongue and plunged her fingers into his hair, her nails razing his scalp and making him growl as he withdrew from her before thrusting forward again.

His thrusts grew longer and deeper, and her whimpers became cries of pleasure. And finally, when her muscles had tightened around him like a