He presses a final kiss on my sensitive folds, then sits back and tugs his own T-shirt over his head. He tosses it aside and shifts off the bed to pull down his shorts and boxers in one smooth movement. Naked and beautiful, he brings his lean body back over mine and holds himself at my entrance.
“You’ve broken the spell put on my daughter, but you’ve put one on me instead. I can’t get enough of you.” He enters me with a slow surge forward, filling me to the hilt. Pausing, we breathe each other in. His mouth hovers over mine, not kissing me but stealing my breath.
“I can’t let you go,” he says, and my heart breaks. He must. I need to leave. We haven’t spoken about my new reason for leaving. We are only this, right now, joined as one. He pulls back, and my hands cup his firm ass, holding him before he withdraws completely. He thrusts forward, and we both gasp. We repeat the dance a few times, but it’s not long before we can’t keep it slow. Our tempo increases, and his fingers move to my core once again.
“Not three,” I whisper. I don’t think I can come again.
“Three,” he demands, flicking at my clit while he enters me over and over again. The tension builds, and he knows it’s coming. I’m amazed how well he knows my body after only a few times together.
“There it is,” he mutters, pleased with himself as my legs stiffen and my back arches, drawing him into me as I melt around him. It’s slow and languid, dragged out over his length, and it makes me hum. My hands skim up and down his spine and coast over the warmth of his skin as I rub myself against him, clenching around him until he warns me.
“I’m coming.” He pumps into me three times himself before stilling, and I feel the warmth within. He holds himself up as if he can see what’s happening inside me, and then he collapses, blanketing me for a moment in the heat of his body. After too short a time, he rolls us to the side, keeping us attached and tugs me tight against his chest.
“I’m sorry for what I said to you.”
I tip up my head, expressing my question with my face.
“I shouldn’t have told you to shut up like that.” He slips from me, rolls to his back, and swipes at his hair, tucking his hand behind his head. I scoot into his side and wrap my leg over his.
“You seemed very frustrated this evening.” Frustrated isn’t the correct word, but I’m softening the blow after what we’ve just done. He looks away from me.
“You’re still leaving tomorrow?” It’s a question, not a statement of fact, but it sounds like a clarification of his earlier attitude.
“I got offered a new position.”
“When?” He pulls back to gaze at me.
“I took the call a few hours ago. A colleague quit, and they offered me his column. It’s a great opportunity for me. It’s what I’ve been waiting for,” I say, but instantly, I feel the burn of the words.
Jess stares at me. His eyes move over my face before his brows crease together. With my voice remaining monotone, even I heard the unspoken question within it.
Am I making the right decision?
He leans forward and presses a lingering kiss to my forehead.
When he leans away, he says, “Guess I won’t be seeing you around after all, Emily Post of Chicago.” He’s trying to tease me, but the humor is lost on both of us.
“Guess not,” I whisper before he tucks me into his chest. We both know it’s the end of our story.
Rule 21
Goodbye. Is that two words or one? Like heartbreak.
[Jess]
I wake with a start, feeling disoriented for a moment. Last night seems like a dream.
First, Katie spoke.
And then Emily.
We made love the first round, but we tackled one another on the second. I was preparing to leave when I finally admitted the truth to her.
“I don’t want to say goodbye.”
“Then don’t.” She kneeled up on the bed and lunged for me. Her mouth crashed against mine, and my clothes came back off.
I took her one more time before I stole off in the early hours of the morning.
I wake alone in my own bed.
Then I notice the door to Katie’s room is open.
I rise slowly, suffering from both a lack of sleep and night of