The Sophomore (College Years #2) - Monica Murphy Page 0,118
or pissed at me. I don’t want you thinking I’m ignoring you.”
“I know you won’t be ignoring me. You’ll be working. It’ll be fun. An adventure,” I tell him, shifting so I’m lying half on top of him, my face in his. He’s in his boxers. I’m wearing panties and a tank. Easy-to-get-rid-of clothes, since we do that a lot once we’re in bed together. Get rid of our clothes.
“I’d rather be bored out of my skull with you on tour, than all by myself, missing you and bored out of my skull.”
“I bore you?” he asks with a faint smile, though his brows are furrowed.
As if he really thinks he bores me.
This man sometimes still has doubts when it comes to me and our relationship. Like he can’t believe I’m in love with him, when I’m the one who harbored feelings for him far longer than he ever did.
Maybe he was experiencing them too, he just didn’t know how to label them. Or recognize them.
It doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters is we’re together. Our life is going to be good. Amazing. Epic.
Together.
It’s all that matters.
“That’s what you got out of what I just said? That you bore me?” I roll my eyes before I dip my head down and kiss him. “What I’m trying to say is that no matter where I’m at, I’m going to be happy because I’m with you.”
“Oh. Yeah.” He wraps his arms around me, his hands landing on my butt, his fingers slipping beneath my panties. “That’s better. I can go along with that.”
“Figured you could.” I kiss him again, my lips lingering. He deepens the kiss in an instant, his tongue parting my lips, tangling with mine. “I’m so excited,” I say when we end the kiss moments later.
“So am I.” He thrusts his hips against me, so I can feel his excitement, literally.
I laugh. “I’m not talking about that kind of excited, though I suppose I am.”
He shifts, slipping his hand between us, his fingers diving beneath my panties to test me. “Yep. You’re definitely excited.”
We stop talking after that, getting lost in each other. Found in each other. Our hands wandering, dispensing each other of any remaining clothing, our fingers seeking. Stroking. I grab a condom and roll it onto his thick erection, just before he takes over, flipping me onto my back and sliding inside of my body with ease, all the way to the hilt. He holds himself there, hovering above me, that chain he’s always wearing dangling from his neck. The necklace he gave me when he came back from last summer’s tour is around my neck as well, a symbol of his love for me, even when he didn’t realize it yet.
“I love you,” he whispers as he slowly starts to move.
I move beneath him, hooking my legs around his hips. “I love you too.”
“Even though I’m an egotistical shit?”
“Especially because of that,” I say with a smile. He hits a particular spot deep within me and I close my eyes on a moan. “Oh my God, don’t stop.”
He hits that spot again and again, increasing his pace, and I can already feel it coming. My orgasm pressing down on me. Until it’s all over me, and I whisper his name, my body shaking, my inner walls squeezing him tight, choking the orgasm right out of him mere minutes later. Until we’re both a trembling, panting heap of tangled limbs and quivering parts, clinging to each other.
“That was almost embarrassingly fast,” he says after he’s found his voice.
“Mmm. I didn’t mind.” I snuggle closer, but he gently pushes me away, getting up so he can dispose of the condom. When he comes back into the bedroom, I’m already sitting up, the sheets falling to my waist, exposing my upper body to him. Of course his gaze drops to my chest, lingering there. “I want to get on the pill before we leave.”
He raises a brow. “Really?”
I nod, bringing my knees up to my chest and hugging them to me. “I’m tired of condoms.”
Jackson grins. “Me too.”
“We should get rid of them for good.”
“I agree.” His smile fades. “I’ve never had sex without one before.”
“That’s reassuring,” I tease him.
“You trust me? Is that what you’re saying?” he asks as he comes back to the bed and climbs beneath the covers, pulling me to him.
“I trust you. I’ve always trusted you.” I kiss his jaw. His chin. His lips. “I love you, Jackson.”