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“Tell me you’re sure one more time.”
Still looking between my legs, she reassures me, “I’m sure.”
“I need those beautiful eyes on me when you say it, baby.”
Like something inside her cracks down the middle, a small tear falls from her eye, but there’s no sadness in her face. Her legs widen, a glow from within sparkles, and a wave of togetherness swirls between us.
Something unforgettable, something healing.
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
Breaking my rule, I slowly push inside her body, while simultaneously, she pushes through every wall around my heart.
Together, our bodies connect deeply, and I know that no matter what it takes, or how long, I’ll change.
For her.
CHAPTER 30
FIA
“Where are we going?” I whisper, afraid if I’m any louder, I’ll showcase just how antsy I am for what’s to come.
By the time we reach the car, I can’t process anything that’s happening. With a full stomach, and a strong pulse between my thighs, I would’ve agreed to just about anything Jett said, which I’m sure was his goal all along.
Inside, the cabin is dark and filled with lust. The shadowed garage only adds to the ambiance of this tortiously sensual pull between us.
“My room,” he grumbles.
“I have to wake up early; I can’t be out all night.”
I’m backpedaling, but the thought of opening this can of worms sends my mind spiraling. We had one night that was unforgettable. A night I’ve replayed, compared everything to, and hated just how much I wanted it to happen again.
What’s going on between me and Jett and has an end date. It’s not real; it can’t be real. Allowing something like this to happen again and again is a recipe for disaster.
Things with Jett weren’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be a night to forget, not a night that planted a seed only one person could water.
Everything about him that night felt different. What he did, how he felt, the things he said.
Tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable, okay?
His safe words echo in my mind more than I’d like to admit. Jett Parker was my safe man in a world full of danger, and that’s exactly why I had to despise him. I’d wrapped my head around the fact that I could only have men in one way—my way. I couldn’t be a victim if I had the power. My rules, my terms. A revolving door to protect me from having to face my trauma. If I could plow through it, maybe it’d just lay dormant forever.
Jett’s determined to change my mind, and my fragility might just let him.
“Just give me tonight, please.”
When he begs for me like I’m some perfect woman, it makes my heart flip uncontrollably.
It’s more than a release with him. We both know that, and I’m trying like hell to fight it. I know Jett won’t hurt me, but what if I’m too hurt to allow myself to feel the difference? What if the one night I had with him was the only night I let myself really release the dark creature that had been holding on to me since the night of the party? What happens when I have to sit with what happened and address it? Will he stay, or will it be too much for him? I’m strong enough to live with the pain of being voided by a man, but heartbreak, I’m not so sure.
Still parked in the same spot, Jett fiddles with the touch-screen display, turning on some slow music to cut through the silence.
“You already told me yes. Don’t turn back now.”
Desperation is written all over his face, and it’s not just to touch me. It’s deeper, more pungent. Like if he doesn’t get this moment, it’ll pain him in ways he’s never voiced.
The cream waffle-knit long-sleeve he’s wearing accentuates the olive color of his gorgeously inked skin.
