Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
JAY
The first thing I’m aware of is the heaviness on my chest. Not like “impending cardiac event” heavy, but the soft, perfect weight of a woman tangled across my body, her wild hair a gold-blonde cloud over my collarbone and shoulder.
Nadia is sleeping. She’s drooled a little on my pec, which I find deeply, stupidly charming.
The sunlight spills through the window, painting the navy comforter and her bare back in a sort of glowing halo.
She fits perfectly in my world. My arm is under her, her thigh thrown over my legs, and her hand is splayed across my sternum like she’s staking her claim.
I stare at her face. Her lips are parted, lashes stuck together, brows soft for once. I catalog every detail, realizing I’ve never believed in fate. But I believe in this. Every breath she takes brushes warm against my skin. I could lie here forever with her snuggled tight in my arms.
God, I fucking love it. Actually, I love her.
I can’t stop thinking about last night. Not just the sex—the way she fell apart in my arms, desperate, hungry, perfect—but the way we meshed afterward.
She wore one of my shirts and nothing else, and I ordered Chinese while she curled on my lap like she was born there.
We binged horror movies, the bad kind with too much fake blood and bad acting.
Nadia burrowed in even closer with every jump scare, and I had a hard time paying attention to anything except her.
The memory makes my cock twitch and my chest ache at the same time.
I want a thousand more nights just like that.
There’s a muffled snort at the foot of the bed.
Salty wakes and stretches with his hind legs splaying like a frog’s feet, his tongue dangling out the side of his mouth.
He gives Nadia a long, speculative look.
His little gremlin face says, “I see what’s happening here.
Not sure how I feel about it, but I’ll let you know. ”
He lumbers up the mattress, going straight for his usual spot on the pillow. When he finds it occupied, he sits his chunky ass right on the crown of Nadia’s head.
She snuffles, burrows deeper into my chest, and groans, “Why is your dog assaulting my head?”
“He’s jealous that you stole his pillow.” My voice is hoarse, and I’m grinning like a total sap. I pet Salty, who grunts and immediately flops over, demanding a belly rub.
Nadia blinks, surfaces from sleep, and mutters, “It’s a very nice pillow.” She pushes my Frenchie gently until his bulk rolls between the pillow and the headboard, then her blue eyes find mine. “Good morning.”
I hook a hand into her hair, tug her up to kiss me. I want to say something smooth, but all that comes out is, “Good morning, beautiful.”
I settle my hand on her hip. When she shifts, the sheet slips down, exposing her luscious naked body. My cock takes notice instantly, hardening painfully against her soft hip. Nadia glances at me, arching one brow. “I see you’re wide awake.”
I drag her back in, pin her to my chest, my mouth at her neck. “You have no idea what you do to me,” I mumble against her skin, already hard as hell, already desperate for her.
Salty lets out a warning snort, and I glance over to see him glaring at us from his pillow fortress. I set him gently on the floor, where he circles twice, sighs, and climbs into the window dog bed, pouting and giving me sad looks.
I roll Nadia onto her back and kiss her so deep she forgets to breathe. My hands find her thighs, spreading her open, savoring the heat and softness of her. She’s wetter than I expected, already primed, and when my fingers slide along her slick opening, she gasps and arches into me.
“God, Jay,” she whispers, voice barely there. “Touch m—” She doesn’t finish the sentence, because I’m pressing a finger inside her, slow and relentless.
“You’re mine,” I say, grinding out the words as I watch her fall apart. “I’m never letting you go.”
Her eyes fill, blue and bright as arctic ice, but there’s nothing cold about her gaze; it’s alive, searing, and fixed on me.
She grabs my wrist, guides my hand exactly where she wants it, pressing my finger deeper, her grip so sure it scrambles my thoughts.
“Good,” she whispers, voice frayed and hungry, and then her mouth is on mine again.
She kisses like she means to mark me: biting my lip, tugging me closer, desperate for more.
Her breasts are unreal. The perfect fit for my palms, as if I was made to hold her like this.
I take one nipple between my lips and suck until she’s moaning my name.
Then I move to the other, teasing with my tongue and teeth while every sound she makes goes straight through me.
Those soft, wrecked noises drive me wild.
I want to ruin her, reduce her to pure need, make her forget her own name and everything else except my touch.
I take it slow. Deliberate. Every thrust of my fingers is a promise, heat coiling tighter and tighter as she digs her nails into my shoulders. I want to bury myself so deep inside her she’ll never forget that she’s mine. Only mine.
Her hand slips between us, small and soft and greedy for more, fingers curling around my cock and stroking me until I’m on the edge of losing it completely. Before I lose control, I pull out of her hold and line my cock up with her wet opening.
Then I sink into her in one, perfect stroke.
She gasps, and her body arches, taking me deeper, and the way her silky walls close around my cock is almost too much. All I can think about is filling her, claiming her, showing her she belongs to me. And when she tightens around me and moans my name, I nearly lose my goddamn mind.
My control unravels. I pick up the pace, driving into her, savoring every desperate, slick slide. Her nails rake down my back, and I nearly lose it right then. I catch her wrists, pin them above her head, and stare down at her.
She looks wrecked with her wild hair, swollen lips, and eyes blown wide. Mine.
I pound into her, harder now, sweat slicking my skin as I fight off my own orgasm. She arches up, meeting every thrust like she can’t get enough, and fuck, if she only knew how insane she makes me.
“Nadia. Look at me.”
She does, and I see everything. Need. Trust. Something deeper that hits me in the goddamn solar plexus.
Her pussy clamps around my cock, and she gasps, voice shaking. “Don’t stop. Please, Jay, don’t ever stop.”
I lock my arm around her. “Not going anywhere, baby.” The words come out rough, barely more than a growl, my jaw clenched as I fight to hang on.
I can’t let her go. Not for a second. I reach down between us and circle her clit, my thumb slick and insistent, and she breaks apart right underneath me.
Her head kicks back on the pillow, mouth falling open as that low, desperate moan rips out of her.
It’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard, pure need, pure surrender. The second she comes, it’s electric.
“Jay!” she gasps, hips bucking up, gripping me so tight she’s got me in a chokehold. Her pussy clenches around my cock in greedy waves, like she’s trying to take every last drop.
That’s it. I lose every shred of control. I slam into her, coming so deep inside her it’s like she’s pulling my soul right out of my body.
We collapse together, spent and shaking, both of us panting for air, like we just ran a goddamn marathon.
I keep her close, arms caging her in, refusing to let her drift even an inch away.
She shudders, eyelids fluttering, breath catching in soft little aftershocks, and all I want is to feel her wrapped around me forever.
For a while, neither of us moves. Her body is limp against mine, face pressed into my neck, breaths shuddering. I kiss her hair, her cheek, the tip of her nose, every patch of skin I can reach. She tastes like salt and sugar, the best fucking drug I’ve ever had.
We lie like that for a long time, Salty snoring in the window, the room bathed in morning light. Nadia fits into me, soft and solid, and I realize my entire life has been a holding pattern waiting for this exact moment.
I want to say something, but words are thin compared to the way she makes me feel. So, I just hold her, content for the first time in my life.
Nadia finally looks up at me, hair a mess, lips swollen, eyes fierce. “What are you thinking?” she asks.
“That I’m the luckiest man in the world,” I say, and for once, it’s not a line. It’s the truth, bare and raw and unstoppable.
She smiles, slow and secret. “I think I could get used to this,” she says.
“Good,” I reply. “Because you’re never getting away from me.” I say it light, but I mean it with every beat of my heart.