Except this.
Except tonight.
And to play the part of the man who loves her—for two weeks.
She’s making it far too easy to pretend.
I push up on my knees, tearing into the condom wrapper, my pulse hammering. Seconds before I’m about to slide it on, she sits up, those small, warm palms wrapping around me. A slow, deliberate stroke that makes my head fall back.
“Fuck,” I groan, threading my fingers into her hair. She blinks up at me, sweet and innocent, but blazing with need. “Jay…”
And then her mouth is on me. Warm. Wet. Heat so intense my vision blurs. I thicken in her mouth, every muscle locked to keep from losing it right then and there.
“Christ.”
She eases off me just enough to speak, her lips slick. “This is all about me.”
My heart stutters. I touch her chin, tilting her face toward mine. “This is what you want, babe? You want my cock in your mouth?” I don’t even know how I’m managing words. She nods, eager and certain.
My thumb drags softly over her cheek as she takes me in again, deeper this time, until I’m sure I’m going to choke her. But she doesn’t stop. She wants this, wants to swallow every inch of me like she’s been starving for it.
I keep my hand on her, needing the connection as much as the friction, her mouth and hands working me until every nerve in my body is lit up, my release threatening to take me under. I pull back before I lose the fight, and she actually pouts.
“Lay back,” I murmur, my voice rough as I put on the condom. “I need to be inside you.”
Her eyes soften. “I want that too.”
She falls onto the pillow, legs spreading in invitation, and my breath catches. I slide the condom on in record time. Settling over her, I angle my body so I don’t crush her, but when she cups my face—eyes hungry, needy, open—any restraint I had shatters.
I push into her, and the sound she makes steals the air from my lungs. Her nails rake my back as her hips roll up, grinding against me, her need matching mine. She wraps around me, hot and tight, as I pull out just to drive back in harder.
When I hit deep, she opens her mouth but no sound escapes, only a sharp inhale that punches straight through me. We move together, discovering each other in a frantic, perfect rhythm. I’m on the edge, trying to hold on, when her voice breaks through the haze.
“I want to feel you come inside me.”
“Babe,” I growl, teeth clenched. “Not yet. It’s just so fucking good.”
“Yeah, I know. And I’m so happy our fake engagement comes with sex.”
Sex.
Real sex.
And damn me, while everything about us is supposed to be pretend, this is the most real thing I’ve ever felt in…maybe ever. I thrust harder, chasing the moment, and when she clamps down around me, flooding me with heat, I can’t stop. My arms lock around her, pulling her tight as I sink all the way in, my body letting go.
Goddammit, when we said we didn’t half-ass anything and that if we were going in, we were going all in, we were only talking about sex, right?
7
Jaylynn
Balancing the tray in my hands, I fumble for my key, trying not to send two plates of breakfast skidding to the Inn’s floor. My body shifts, and muscles I didn’t know I had tug tight and my brain instantly takes me back to last night.
Holy God, when was the last time I was touched like that? Never. Not like that. Tender and wild, deliberate and devastating. Penn unravelled me and put me back together, twice. Twice. I hate to even admit that in the past I was always left finishing the job myself.
Is all sex supposed to feel like that?
It wasn’t with Dylan. Nor with that cringe-worthy college hookup. I’ve been basing my entire sex barometer on those two disasters, and wow… colossal mistake.