After a few minutes, a volunteer popped their head in the door and said, “Okay, we’re ready for Mary and Joseph. You can come on out.”
Jet slid his arm around Abby’s shoulders and guided her out protectively. She looked up at him. “Good acting,” she whispered. He had to smile. He realized that he did look like every painting he’d ever seen of Joseph gently guiding Mary along as she rode their donkey, his hand on her back, leading the way.
But, in this instance, he hadn’t been acting. He just felt that way about Abby – protective, and affectionate. Loving.
As he looked at her gazing tenderly down at the rubber stand-in for the baby Jesus, he again felt a warm glow, this time radiating from his heart.
Yeah. He didn’t think the cold was going to be a problem at all.
Chapter 25
Abby
Jet held the door open for Abby and then closed it after they’d walked through. She got a little thrill of excitement watching him turn the deadbolt on her front door. The level of familiarity that it implied, of comfort, of routine and domesticity.
She shivered a little at just the idea of it.
She could see the two of them going on like this. Coming home together after a long day, decompressing. Talking and snuggling, enjoying hot cocoa in front of the fire.
She closed her eyes to shut out the image. She didn’t want to get too far ahead of herself. Even though Jet had said that she’d better get used to him because he was going to be around for a while, there were no guarantees in that.
He hadn’t said exactly how long he meant, for one thing. And for another, he was going through an extremely turbulent time at the moment. Every single thing in his life had been turned upside down.
She didn’t want to think that, to him, she was just something solid to cling to. It hurt like hell to imagine that might be true. But, in order to protect herself, she had to keep the possibility in mind.
At the very least, she couldn’t allow her brain to go off all willy-nilly into “growing old together in front of the fire” fantasies. That couldn’t lead to anything good.
Jet’s fingers feathered over her cheeks, startling her eyes open, and she reached up and took his hand in hers. Their fingers were both still carrying the chill of the outside air and the contact warmed them, that warmth spreading sweet and slow, like a river of hot fudge over melting vanilla ice cream.
She stood up on tiptoe and brushed her lips against his. The air around them felt electric, fueled by the sparks that were going off like Fourth of July fireworks between them.
Her breath came in short, shallow bursts and so did his. They stood so close together that their breathing mingled. Everything about it made her feel as if they were communing with each other, becoming one. Something as basic as the very air they breathed was now the same.
“I couldn’t take my eyes off you tonight,” he whispered, and she could hear the rasp in his throat. It made her weak in the knees. “All of the hours that we stood there together. You holding that doll. I couldn’t help but think—”
She stopped him by pressing her lips to his. That was the last thing she needed, was for him to start talking about the future he saw for them, complete with a family and everything, when she’d just been trying to get her mind off of that.
It would be one thing if she knew for sure that that’s where they were headed. But she couldn’t let her heart get stolen when, as of right now, that was nothing more than her most fervent hope and dream.
As they kissed, their lips melding passionately together, every bit of cold that had settled in her bones throughout the night melted away, as if all it had ever been was a frozen dream. Heat raced from the top of her head, over her face until even the icicle tip of her nose was toasty, down through her torso and right to the ends of her fingers and toes.
Jet was warmth. Jet was comfort. Jet was excitement, and tingles, and fireworks.
And love.
Yeah. Love. She had to admit it to herself. Even if she wasn’t about to let her mind and heart run away with all the possibilities because she didn’t want to count on them, she couldn’t live in denial one second longer. She loved this man. There was no question about that.
His hands wandered up and down her body, the sound of rustling fabric filling the room.
God, even that got her revved up! It really seemed like once Jet turned the key that got her lady motor started, it could flare up over just about anything.
She growled low in her throat and damn if she didn’t like the wanton way that made her feel. She was like a Jezebel, all inhibitions thrown to the wind and she freaking loved it. Wouldn’t change it for the world, as a matter of fact.
Jet pulled back. “I’ve got to get you out of these clothes,” he ground out, as if he could barely hold back his wild animal instincts long enough to get the words past his lips.
And, true to form, her body flared with desire at the sound of his tightly (and barely) controlled voice.
“Do it, baby. I don’t want these clothes between us, either.” Before she’d even finished spitting out those words her fingers had begun to frantically tear clothes from his body, as well as her own. There was no rhyme or reason to the order she was going in. There was only speed.
Buttons, zippers. Those were nothing but impediments to be overcome as quickly as she could.
The only problem with that was that her fingers were trembling so violently with lust and anticipation that she found it hard to control them. And when she tried to focus, she found that she was too lightheaded to even see straight.
Luckily, though, Jet didn’t seem to have that problem. He was single-minded in his quest to have no fabric barriers between them. Under his expert fingers, pieces of both her clothing and his went flying all over the room, so she decided to just relax and let him take control.
She had to smile as that thought occurred to her. Taking control was something that Jet was good at. Giving up control, on the other hand, was something that she was terrible at. At least, she assumed that she was. She didn’t have much experience trying it. This would be a new adventure for her.
She let her head fall back and just enjoyed what Jet was doing. Every firm, forceful movement of his fingers. Every new inch of bare skin he exposed. Every brush of his demanding lips against her neck and shoulders. She just let herself drink it in, not responsible for anything but the pure enjoyment of it.
Well, damn. Maybe I could get used to this, she mused.
A small smile grew on her lips at the prospect. Sure, maybe in bed she could get some enjoyment from letting Jet take charge. But in life? Nah. They were always going to compete to see who’d come out ahead, and that was the way they both liked it.
She was lost in him, her thoughts wispy and melting away almost as soon as they formed, like vapor mist in the bright sunlight. She couldn’t even hold onto them long enough to tell him all the things she was thinking, about surrendering herself to him and letting him take control.
All she managed to put together was a weak, “Take me, Jet. I want you to…I need you…”
Each of the phrases trailed off before she got to the point, but apparently her tone and body language were enough for him to get the message, or enough of it.
His response was swift and sure. He leaned down and swept her right off her feet. Literally, as well as figuratively. Her eyes widened in shock at suddenly finding herself up in the air, held up by nothing but his strength.
She leaned against him, snaking her arms around his neck. She could feel the muscles of his back and neck rippling under his skin, and it sent shivers of pleasure radiating out from her belly to every inch of her body.
God, he was so masculine. Of course, she was always aware of his musky man-ness, but when they were together like this, naked and in the dark, their skin hot and pressed together – it was inescapable.
He gently laid her down on her bed and climbed in next to her. Fuck, it even seemed like the impressions he made on the
mattress felt hyper-masculine! She knew it was only because every cell in her body was on high alert, so attuned to him that every action of his caused a reaction in her that was outsized by a hundred times.
She didn’t care, though. The why of it all didn’t make one bit of difference. She just wanted to enjoy the magic of it.
He spread his palm flat over her belly while looking straight into her eyes, and a lightning bolt of electricity jolted through her body, making her jump and tremble.
Was he thinking about seeing her with that baby? Was he thinking about the two of them, creating a new life that would grow inside the belly he currently had his hand pressed flat against?
Because she was. She sure as freaking hell was.
She threw her head back and closed her eyes, squeezing them as tight as she could. She had to break the power of the connection, at least a little. It was too powerful. She couldn’t take it. If she couldn’t step back and breathe, even just the tiniest bit, then she thought she’d pass out, right there in bed.
And she absolutely couldn’t allow that to happen. Him being so great in bed that he actually caused her to lose consciousness – and even before he touched her hoo ha?
Uh…yeah, no. That would be the ultimate “win” for him. And it wasn’t going to fucking happen.
But…damn. Their connection was unbelievably intense. There was no denying that.
“God, Abs. I could do this forever. Every night. For the rest of our lives. I could get used to that.”
Her eyes flew open at the words, delivered in small, strangled bursts between kisses that he planted over the bare skin of her body.
Damn, but he was making it fucking difficult not to lose herself in the idea of building a future with him!
Well, she figured with a small smirk, any fallout that came in the future was pretty much his fault. If he decided to leave her in the dust and returned to the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle later and she turned full-blown stalker – well, he would have no one to blame but himself.
She bit her lip. Joking aside, she knew that the truth of the situation was that trying to hold part of her heart aside was becoming a more and more pointless endeavor. With every whisper, every touch, every kiss he was taking all of it, and she was powerless against the pull of his magnetism.
It was love. She accepted that now. And there wasn’t much you could do with love except surrender to it.
So, as he trailed his tongue in delicious curly cues over the flat expanse of her belly, she closed her eyes and did exactly that. She surrendered to it, and to him, with every ounce of energy that she had, up until this moment, been exerting to try to hold herself back.
Her body responded to this new release. The minute she let her mind go, her muscles relaxed involuntarily. Her head burrowed more deeply into the pillow, her leg muscles loosened and her knees fell naturally apart.
Not wasting one second, Jet pushed them even wider until she was spread out before him, glistening and vulnerable.
He growled as he feasted his eyes on her. His hunger for her rolled off of him in waves, each one hitting her as if she were the sandy shore.
God, it was so sexy – she’d never felt more beautiful, or more desired, than she did at that moment with Jet on the verge of devouring her.
She tilted her hips up and thrust them forward just a little, needing to get herself as close to his mouth as she could. Her back arched, her head pressed into the pillow. She was full of pent up energy and thought she might explode if she didn’t feel his mouth on her soon.
“God, Jet. Yes, do it, I’m ready!”
The words came out more like a command than she’d intended – after all, it wasn’t that long ago that she’d determined to just relax and let Jet take control – but she couldn’t help it.
She didn’t just want him right then. She needed him, and that wasn’t hyperbole. She really felt like she might burst without his hot tongue on her aching core.
He popped his head up and she caught his eyes. He had a sly little smirk on his face and she groaned. Whatever game he was playing, she could see that he didn’t intend to give in to her demands without torturing her a little first.
“What would you say if I reversed course and started moving back up your body, baby?” he breathed, his husky whisper hitting her ear with barely enough volume for her to discern the words.
She moaned and fisted her fingers in the comforter, but as his mouth moved back up her belly and then captured first one and then the other of her nipples, the moans that had started out from protest quickly turned to passion.
He swirled his tongue around each of her hard nipples, drawing the tight ache of sensation in them to higher and higher fever points. Her back arched again, driving the sensitive buds deeper into his hot mouth.
Letting go of the knots of fabric she’d unconsciously gathered in her grip, she grasped the hair at the back of his head, entwining his shaggy rock star layers between her demanding fingers.
She pushed his head down, wanting nothing so much as to get closer to him. There was nothing in the world she wanted and needed more. Closer was the only goal. Closer was the only thing that existed.
His fingers moved in between her thighs, teasing the sensitive skin there as they drew ever closer to the dripping vee between her legs.
She couldn’t keep her hips still. They rolled back and forth, thrusting and rolling to a rhythm that only existed in the energy flowing back and forth between her soul and Jet’s.
Without warning or lead up, he thrust his fingers into her soft, waiting wetness. She cried out and squeezed her inner walls around his fingers.
After the initial scream had escaped her, the most she could manage were whimpers. The waves of pleasure that the combination of his tongue on her breasts and his fingers inside her was reducing her to nothing but a quivering mass of jelly.
And the thing that was crazy to her, so out of character, was that she didn’t hate being a quivering mass of jelly. In fact, she really liked being a quivering mass of jelly. At that moment, being strong-willed, independent and in control seemed like a path for chumps. Quivering mass of jelly-dom was where it was at!
Running her fingers through his hair, riding high on a cloud of euphoria, she murmured, “Oh, yes, Jet. Take me. Take all of me. I’m yours.”
He rose up over her and pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her as passionately as he ever had. When he drew back, he looked deep into her eyes and she felt like he was looking straight down into her soul. “Abs,” he said seriously. “That’s exactly what I want. And that’s exactly what I’m about to do.”
Chapter 26
Jet
Jet couldn’t believe how different it felt with Abby tonight. It was nothing specific that he could point to in the way they looked at each other, talked to each other, or touched each other. Instead, it was just an overwhelming feeling that everything they shared had a deeper meaning.
The energy that flowed between them tonight was palpable, thick in a way it hadn’t been before.
It wasn’t that he didn’t still feel raw animal hunger for her. He did, if anything, more pressing than what he’d felt before. But now that hunger went beyond the physical. He wanted her soul just as much as he wanted her body.
And he was about to take them both.
Jet gripped Abby’s hips, steadying them as he centered his mouth over her. Then, without even a second’s hesitation, he covered her dripping mound entirely with his demanding mouth and sucked every drop of her nectar, drinking it down like the divine substance it was.
He pulled back, then, and moved his tongue up and down her seam, never letting the rhythm slow down for even a moment. Her movements were frantic, but they also had an elegant rhythm to them, one that he could decipher and predict. He worked hard to time the strokes of his tongue to perfectly offset the bucking of her hips for maximum effect.
She moaned and beat her small fists against the back of his shoulders. He moved his tongue faster and f
aster over her sensitive nub, drawing louder and louder moans from her throat, and her hips thrust up again and again, driving her sweet wetness even more tightly into his hungry mouth.
As delicious as she was, and as hard as it made him to lap up every drop of her, he had to admit that the biggest turn-on of all was how powerful it made him feel to control the flow of her pleasure like this. It filled him with a god-like sense of strength, like Zeus on the mountaintop dispensing rewards to those who pleased him.
And, oh holy shit, did Abby please him.
Sensing that she was getting close to exploding, he flicked her clit with his tongue again and again, building up his speed the more he felt her body responding to the movement.
When her legs locked and she cried out, he knew that it was paying off. An orgasm was rushing through her – one that he’d given her.
He didn’t even have words to express the pride that filled his chest at the idea that all of the amazing sensations she was feeling at this moment were because of him, and only him.
Locking his grip around her waist, he held her flesh tight against him as she rode the crests and waves of the climax. He stayed with her through every roller-coaster moment, adjusting the tempo of his tongue’s strokes to give her every possible moment of bliss he could.
When her movements slowed and then stopped, she collapsed back onto the bed and lay there for a moment, sweaty and breathing hard. He relaxed on his side next to her, running his fingers lightly over her slick skin and enjoying the way her breasts heaved as she worked to gain control over her breath. It was a pretty sweet view. He wasn’t complaining.
Finally, her eyes popped open, and when they did, they already contained a wicked little hungry gleam.
He grinned. “What?”
Her eyebrows shot up. “What are you talking about?”
He laughed and gave her a playful swat on the ass. “Don’t ‘what?’ me. I know you well enough to know that look. What do you have up your sleeve?”
She shrugged and raised up on her elbows. “I was just thinking that I should return the favor. Give you a taste of all the amazingness you just gave me.”
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