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She sucked on the tip, then popped off to say, “You are inside me.”
“I want to fuck you. To feel your pussy clench tight around me as I make you come.”
Well, when he put it that way, she wanted it too.
“I can’t get you pregnant. And I haven’t been with anyone in two years. My last round of tests were all negative.”
She wasn’t likely to get pregnant even if he didn’t have a vasectomy, but that was a conversation for another time. “They test pregnant women for everything. All mine were negative.”
She rose and pulled down her pants and panties, then straddled him. He shifted his cock so he probed her opening and let out a low growl when he realized how wet she was.
She lowered herself onto him and groaned as he filled her. The sensation was an exquisite homecoming.
He moved his hips, his hands on her waist as he pulled her down in time with his thrusts.
Her breasts bounced in his face, and he licked her nipples—but didn’t suck—and it was exactly what she wanted. Needed.
They moved in unison, starting slow as her body remembered his. The feel of him inside her was an intense pleasure she didn’t know how she’d lived without for so long. The sensations built, and JT increased the tempo.
So good. Possibly better than ever before?
JT’s thumb slid between their bodies and found her clit, and then he was stroking her with each bouncing thrust. There was no holding back or going slow at that point. His touch inside and out had pleasure coiling tight. It built impossibly until, with one deep thrust, she broke. His thumb continued stroking, his cock thrust again and again. She let out a groan as she climaxed, clenching tight on him as she came apart, the feeling more intense than she remembered.
She found his mouth and kissed him as she continued to clench around him. The kiss was deep and carnal.
This thing with JT, it had always been inevitable. Her love for him had never actually died. It had merely gone dormant.
She raised her head and looked deep into his beautiful brown eyes. Her heart pounded as she faced the fact that making love with JT had pulled her feelings from the depths of slumber. Awake now, her heart thrummed with emotion.
This JT was so much like the man she’d first fallen in love with. Before he began walling off sections of his heart. This man was everything she’d wanted since she was a twenty-five-year-old graduate student who’d played elf to his Santa.
She held her breath to keep from saying words that might destroy the moment. She would enjoy this time with the man she loved to the bottom of her soul.
Later, she’d figure out how she was going to recover from the coming heartbreak, because no way would she be with a man who couldn’t love her daughter.
ChapterThirty-Three
How many times had JT dreamed of this moment?
The answer was higher than the number of days that had passed since the holiday party in which he destroyed the only good thing in his life.
Now, against all odds, Lex was in his arms. Spent. His cock still buried inside her. But it wasn’t just sex with Lex. It never had been. From their first kiss, there had been so much more between them.
That initial kiss had been inspired by her need to claim autonomy and ownership of her body, and he’d walked a tightrope in giving her power while he made it clear he wasn’t interested in being used and forgotten. He wanted more.
He’d always wanted more.
More, he’d discovered later, than he was willing to give her.
But those days were behind him. Now, he would give her everything. No holding back.
“I love you, Alexandra. Lex. Muffin. Elf… My former fiancée. My partner. My ex-girlfriend. My support. My heart. Through all the roles you’ve played in my life, I have loved you. Even when I was a beast and didn’t deserve you. I have and always will love you, and nothing you say or do now can change that.”
She sucked in a sharp breath but said nothing. He knew it was too much to hope she’d return the words. He didn’t deserve it, and she had plenty of reason to be cautious.
He’d set fire to every bridge she’d built between them.
“You don’t need to say anything. I just needed to let you know how I feel. I know I don’t deserve another chance. You gave me too many, and I squandered every one.”