49. Elliott
FORTY-NINE
Elliott
This is the most exquisite and mind-blowing experience of my life. I didn’t see it coming. Never in a million years did I expect Jillian to take the reins like she did tonight. To arrange for us to be together like this. To even think of buying protection and choosing her home, her bed, for our first time.
I was afraid she’d never completely let go of her past and grief. But what I encountered was the opposite. A woman taking charge of her life and her body. Unashamed to ask for what she needs, and there’s nothing hotter than that. It’s such a turn-on that even exhausted after what I can honestly say was the best sex of my life, and knowing she’s lying next to me naked still trying to catch her breath, as am I, my dick is stirring to life again. But as much as I want back in again, first I need to get rid of this condom, and then I want to do some serious cuddling.
I kiss the back of her hand again. “Be right back.” And walk to the bathroom to get rid of the rubber. I come back with a glass of water and two Tylenol I found in the medicine cabinet. “Take this. It will help.” I know she must be aching.
A tint of pink colors her cheeks and I don’t know if the blush is because she’s still heated from our lovemaking or if she’s embarrassed.
Jillian sits up, takes the pills, and drinks the water eagerly. “Thank you.”
She’s not trying to hide from me. The pink flush stretches to her chest and the tops of her breasts. I take her in now, appreciating what I didn’t have a chance to before, in my eagerness to be close to her. She’s perfect. My intense scrutiny gets the better of her, and Jillian pulls the sheets up to her chest and covers herself, her gaze drifting down and away from my own nakedness.
I grab the pillows we tossed to the floor and prop them against the headboard before I sit on the bed. Then open my arms for her. Jillian hesitates for the smallest of moments before coming to me and laying her head on my chest. I kiss the top of her head. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”
She tilts her head up to me and smiles. “I’m great. I’m a little sore, but you didn’t hurt me. The Tylenol will help. Thank you.”
I rub a hand up and down her arm. “I’m the one who should be thanking you for the best night of my life.”
She chuckles. “I’m sure you’ve had better nights.”
I pull back so she can see my eyes and know that I mean it. “No, Jillian. I have not. I’m not just saying it. And it’s not awesome sex endorphins doing the talking. Most of the time, sex is just sex—it fulfills a physical need, but it’s empty and meaningless. But with you—someone I care deeply about—it’s extraordinary. I mean every word. You have no idea how happy I am right now. I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the world.”
She blinks at me. Can she guess the meaning of my words? What I want to really say but don’t think she’s ready to hear? To acknowledge it? And dare I hope she feels the same way and I’m not the rebound?
No. I know I’m not. Jillian would not have allowed me to get so close to her, close to Jamie, if she didn’t feel the same way I do. It may be too soon to say the words, but they hang between us anyway.
A loud growling sound breaks the spell, and we both have a fit of giggles.
She presses a hand into her stomach. “Is it me or you?”
“I don’t know, but we should fix that right now. Takeout, you said. What do you have in mind?”
“Chinese?”
I grin. “That sounds amazing. We’ll be hungry again in an hour and then we can go for round two and eat the leftovers after.”
She leans in for a kiss. “I like the way you think.”