hungrily kiss him back, tasting my orgasm, ready to overdose on his every touch.
I slide my hands over his rock-hard abs and to his cock, palming his shaft, and he groans.
"I can't get over how sexy you are," he murmurs, fists my hair, and drags his teeth down my neck.
"Oh God," I moan, wondering how he knows exactly what to do with my body.
He flips over to his ass, grabs a condom off the dresser, and rips it open. He puts it on and straddles me over him.
The tip of his erection teases me, pushing into my sex, and flames lick my skin.
He holds my head firm to his lips. His eyes twinkle. "Do you want me?"
"Yes," I whimper and slowly sink more on his erection.
"Good. I want all of you." He grips my hips, moving me up and down, inching me onto him until our skin meets.
I can't stop moaning. My walls pulse against him, full, needy, buzzing from his sweet friction.
"Just like that, Jasmine. Fuuuuuck," he growls, thrusting his hips into me.
I put my elbows on his shoulders, pushing my breasts in his face.
He moves his thumb to my clit, making quick circles, and adrenaline flies to all my cells. "Don't stop moving," he mumbles then sucks on my nipple so hard, a bolt of pleasure goes straight to my sex.
I'm quivering, humming like never before. Fireworks of pleasure burst over and over in all my cells.
And then he pushes me farther over the edge. He climaxes, stretching my walls, hitting something in me I didn't know existed.
I scream out his name as he groans mine then hang limp over his body. He circles his arms around me tightly. When I finally catch my breath, I lift my head out of the curve of his neck.
He kisses me and pushes a lock of my sweaty hair behind my ear. "You okay?"
I smile. "Yes. The best I've been in a long time."
"Me, too," he admits.
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm." He scoots down and kisses me then pulls me into his arms.
I curl into his chest, and for the first time ever, I feel safe and happy. As if things might just be okay.
We spend the rest of the night talking, laughing, and unable to keep our hands off each other.
I'm almost asleep when Colton murmurs, "Let's have a big Christmas."
I open my eyes and tilt my head up. "What do you mean?"
"It'll be a week after Abby's first treatment. Let's have a really big, outrageous Christmas."
My heart beats faster. "What does that mean?"
He grins. "Family, food, and lots of presents. And I get to keep you in my bed."
I smile.
"I know you don't like extravagance, but—"
"No. It's perfect. Let's do it."
He kisses me and pulls me tighter to him. He murmurs, "And I thought I was going to have to convince you."
I snort. "How would you do that?"
He flips me onto my back. His eyes smolder into mine. "Do you want to sleep, or should I show you?"
"Ummm...you can show me if you insist…"
Epilogue
Colton
One Year Later
"All of Abby's tests are clear, just like the last time," Dr. Plax informs us.
Jasmine lets out a big breath of relief. No matter how many times we get the good news, she's still always nervous about getting test results.
I pull her tighter to me and peck her on the lips. "Great news."
"She's doing great. We'll do her next checkup in three months. Then we'll move to six-month intervals." Dr. Plax shuts the folder and smiles.
"Thank you again. For everything," Jasmine says.
Dr. Plax points to me. "Thank Colton. Getting the board to change the start date may have saved other children as well. And the additional threat your mother made if they didn't increase the number of children who could receive it this past year made a huge impact. Every one of the children who have had this treatment is doing well."
I rise and pick up Jasmine's coat and hold it out. "I'm happy to hear it."
Jasmine slides into her jacket, and I shake Dr. Plax's hand. Jasmine hugs him, and we leave the hospital.
"I'm so relieved," Jasmine admits when we get into the car.
I pull her onto my lap. "We have another reason to celebrate, too."
"Oh?" She arches an eyebrow.
"Janelle texted confirmation. He signed off. The papers arrived before she left."
She opens her mouth and then shuts it. I wait for her to process it, and she says, "How much did he demand?"
"Ten thousand."
She takes a deep breath, and in it, I see her anger.
"We already know