Page 47 of Devoured By You
“I rocked your world, remember?”
Moving fast, I caged her beneath me. Her pussy still glistened with the evidence of what we’d spent the last hour doing. An urge to go bareback, to watch as my cum dripped out of her, hit me squarely in the chest. I never went bareback. Never. But for this woman, I’d make an exception—if she’d allow it.
I froze, an uncomfortable feeling spreading from my core. What the hell was happening here? I’d met Jill on Thursday. Today was Monday. Five fucking days and I was already thinking about barebacking?
Chill. In all likelihood, it was the combination of a release of the enormous amounts of stress I’d carried around for months after the launch had gone off without a hitch, and the company of a beautiful, funny, intelligent woman who was my equal in every way that mattered.
“What’s wrong?” She lifted her hand and pressed it to my cheek. “Are you okay? You’ve gone a little pale.”
I shook off my inertia and stole a kiss. “I’m good. Just…”
“Wondering how things could be this good between two people who, until five days ago, had never set eyes on each other?”
“Yes!” I shifted to the side again, holding her waist and staring into her eyes. “That’s it exactly.”
“And it’s freaking you out?”
“I never said that.”
“You didn’t need to. It’s right there in those come-to-bed eyes.”
This woman. She had me dead to rights. No one read me that easily, not even members of my family. “?‘Freaked out’ is a little extreme, but I won’t disrespect you by lying and making out that I’m blithe about what I’m feeling.”
“Which is?”
I traced her cheek with the back of my hand. “I’m thirty-one years old, and I’ve never invited a woman to my bed for a second time, nor accepted an invitation into her bed. I’ve always explained my behavior away by pointing to my career and how absorbing it is. And that’s true. I don’t have the spare time to cultivate a relationship. Yet with you…”
I trailed off. The actual words didn’t need saying. She understood.
Jill confirmed with a nod. “I’m the same. Writing and marketing and the gazillion other things an author needs to do monopolize every minute of my day. Plus, when I’m deep into my characters’ heads, nothing breaks through. There could be a nuclear explosion, and the first time I’d realize it was when I turned into ash. I don’t have time for a relationship either, yet with you, I want to make the time.”
I waited for panic to set in. It didn’t.
“Perhaps it’s our busy professional lives that unite us. We understand how engrossing they are and how little time they leave for other pursuits.” I bit my lip. “I can’t promise you longevity. After this cruise is over, I expect we’ll go our separate ways and this will become a happy memory we take out of the box and enjoy from time to time. If that’s acceptable, then I’d like to spend as much time with you as I can spare on this cruise.”
I held my breath. If she declined, it would gut me, and not because I was used to getting what I wanted, but because I wanted her that badly.
“Is taking happy memories out of the box and enjoying them a euphemism for masturbation?”
A laugh burst out of me, one that came from deep in my belly. Freeing and joyous and all Jilly Tilly Rowe. “You’re magnificent.”
She glanced down. “And you’re almost hard again. Shall I take care of that?”
Without waiting for a response, she crawled down the bed, taking my throbbing cock into her mouth for the second time.
I raised my arms overhead, a contented sigh spilling from my lips. It wouldn’t be easy letting this woman go at the end of the cruise.
But let her go, I would. I didn’t have time for relationships.
Chapter 18
Jill
I have the best friends in the world.
“Barbados, baby!”
Addison grabbed me from behind, squeezing the air from my lungs. We’d chosen this cruise for its destinations, and Barbados had been at the top of all our lists. I’d loved St. Maarten, and Antigua, and Dominica, but there was just something… enticing about Barbados. Magical.