Chapter 34 He Was Her Lifeline
HE WAS HER LIFELINE
“Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you’d be here around lunch.”
She opened the door on Monday and barely shut it before Jayce had her against the wall, his mouth on hers, his hands under her shirt and lifting it up.
“Not here,” she said. “It’s daylight and my neighbors might see.”
He laughed. “Your room. I can’t wait much longer.”
“Neither can I,” she said.
Knowing he’d spent the night on Saturday, only upstairs, but so out of reach, had been hard.
But he had his marching duty watching out for the boys.
Did he sneak downstairs around midnight and did she hear him and go out to see what was going on? Yep, she had. He was getting a drink and told her the boys were all out cold, his back hurt and he was crawling into bed, rather than staying on the floor.
She didn’t blame him.
They shared a few lip locks and up he went back to his babysitting assignment while she’d lain in bed a floor below him dreaming and waiting for this moment again.
They were kissing and reaching for each other as they walked to the back of the house. Not an easy feat with him tugging her shirt off and copping a few feels.
She wanted to do the same to him, but it was harder with his clothing.
She was in a T-shirt and shorts; he was dressed for work in jeans and a button-down shirt.
But the minute they were in her room, her fingers went to the first button and quickly made work of pushing them through the holes.
His mouth was on her neck, her palms moving to the zipper on his jeans and then shoving them down as he pulled his shirt off and tossed everything on the floor.
He bent to get his jeans, but she stopped him. “I’m on birth control if you want to skip that.”
He stopped and turned to look at her. “Are you sure?”
“I am if you are.”
“Yep,” he said, his voice low and rough before he backed her against the wall. His hand tore her shorts and panties down in one sharp pull, his mouth crashing onto hers, hungry and claiming.
She wriggled her hips, kicking the scraps of fabric away, but he was already lifting her, pressing her higher until her legs wrapped tight around his waist. He held her there pinned, their mouths locked in a fierce tangle while their bodies burned against each other but refused to fully connect.
The tease was maddening, the pleasure edged with torment. She rocked against him, grinding harder, desperate to push past his restraint, begging with her body for more than the wicked way he devoured her lips.
But if there was one thing she’d learned about Jayce, it was when he had a plan, there was no taking him off that path.
“We don’t have time,” she said, hoping that would push him some.
“Lots of time,” he said. “Shower though. I’ll need it after anyway.”
He carried her straight to the bathroom, her legs locked tight around his waist, her slick body grinding against his skin with every step.
Each friction-laced movement brought her closer to the edge, but that wasn’t how she wanted to finish.
She needed him inside her. Deep, snug, a perfect fit the way they always were.
The way she wanted them to continue to be.
He flicked the water on, tested the heat, then stepped into the shower once it was right.
Steam curled around them in thick waves, heat prickling his back while her spine pressed into the chill of the tiles.
The shock made her gasp, but his mouth never left hers, swallowing every sound she made, every desperate need.
Then he shifted, pressing his cock against her, positioning with maddening precision before thrusting her down onto him. A groan tore free—his, hers, maybe both. It didn’t matter. What mattered was the wild rhythm that followed, the buck and pull of their bodies driving them higher.
He knew every way to build her pleasure, every secret crack to pour life back into her. He reminded her with every thrust that she was alive, that she was starving for this, and that a few stolen nights each month would never be enough.
“That’s it,” she said. “Right there.”
“I’m trying,” he said. “But I’m close. I hate being close this soon.”
He was groaning as he snarled the words out. As if he didn’t like how she made him lose control.
She liked it. Liked it a lot!
“Harder,” she growled at him. “Make me shout your name.”
“Jesus, Farrah,” he said, jamming into her. Her body was riding the wall the same way she was hanging on for the trip he was sending her on.
She was building faster, harder, as he went deeper and quicker into her.
Her legs tightened more, her feet anchored on as if he was her lifeline.
In more ways than one, he was.
Then everything that was coiled up inside of her just broke free, sending her spiraling into a world of ecstasy that only Jayce ever brought her to.
Her head went back, her neck exposed, his lips dropping to it as he buried his face and groaned out his release right along with her.
Their heavy breathing mixed in with the sounds of the water rushing out of the showerheads and hitting the tile.
She slid down his body, her legs a little wobbly, but found her balance as she stood and leaned against the wall.
“I’m sweating,” he said, reaching for the faucets and adjusting his side of the temperature. “This is why I wanted to be in here. I knew this would happen.”
She laughed. “You need to build some more stamina.”
He turned and pushed her under the water on her side, drenching her out of nowhere, then had her laughing with him.
“I think you’re trying to break me.”
“Nah,” she said. “I like how strong you are. I like that we can joke like this afterward.”
“Only like?” he asked. Through the steam, she saw the uncertainty in his eyes.
She felt it enough and was sick of it.
Tired of the doubts and the fears.
If things didn’t work out, she’d fix it and move on. She’d done it once, she could again.
But keeping her emotions and feelings trapped inside wasn’t healthy either.
If Jayce didn’t feel as deeply as her, if he was scared off, then she’d rather know that now.
“Love,” she said. “I love how you make me feel. I love everything we do when we are together. Clothed and unclothed.”
“The same,” he whispered. “But it’s more than that for me. More than the physical.”
Her heart was hammering in her chest, the heat nothing to the chills that spread over her body with those words.
She could see it in his eyes.
She could see how deeply he cared for her as she did him.
No, not cared. Loved.
One of them had to be brave enough to voice it.
“It is for me too. Are you as scared of this as me?”
“Deathly,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t want you to hurt me either, but at the same time I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I think we need to stop feeling that way. I love you, Farrah. You opened that door and I’m stepping in.”
“I whipped it open and you’re running in.”
“Are you okay with that?” he asked. The uncertainty again in his voice.
“Not only am I okay, but I’m running right there with you,” she said. “We’ve got this, Jayce. Together.”
“Together.”
She shook her arms out releasing the tension to his laughter and grabbed the shampoo since she was soaked. “I wouldn’t mind some more lunches like this.”
“I could do it daily, but I don’t think you get enough time off between patients.”
“Sadly, no.” She handed the shampoo to him. “But maybe we can talk about you spending the night soon with Archer around. Not sure when, not this weekend, but soon.”
“Soon is good enough for me,” he said. “Because you’ve got my heart and I’ve got yours and the rest will fall into place.”