When We Fall (Take the Fall, #2)(43)
“You’re mine.” I nip at her bottom lip. “Mine.”
She gazes up at me with so much trust in her eyes that my heart cracks open. “I’m yours.”
In that instant, I’m lost.
Chapter 13
Piper
When I wake up the next morning, I’m alone in Jase’s bed. Sunlight streams through the beveled glass windows and I automatically check the time. It’s eight a.m., later than I’ve ever slept in.
I guess making love with Jase exhausted me.
A smile pushes my mouth up at the corner as I stretch a little. My body, especially between my legs, is sore, but it’s a good sore.
The bookshelf in Jase’s room swings outward and he steps out, dressed for the day in dark jeans and a fitted T-shirt that shows off how broad his shoulders are. His dark blond hair is wet. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him being mine.
A man who has the face of an angel and kisses like the devil is my man, and not just any man. Jase. The guy I’ve loved since I was fourteen.
“Hi.”
“Morning, beautiful,” he says in a deep voice as he crosses the room to kiss me sweetly on the lips. “Didn’t want to wake you, so I shut the door between the rooms.”
I blush a little. It’s hard to meet his eyes this morning. Strange, considering I had absolutely no trouble last night. “I can’t believe I slept so late. I have to be at work at nine.”
He touches my chin, gently tipping up my face. “Shy this morning?”
“A little,” I admit, wincing slightly.
His wicked blue eyes search my face. “You have to know that I f*cking treasure what we did last night. You gave me something that’s priceless—your trust.”
“Why wouldn’t I trust you?” I ask, genuinely perplexed. “I’ve trusted you since I was fourteen.”
“People change, kitten.” He kisses me again, then lets me go. “Why don’t we stay in this morning and afternoon—play hooky from the world?”
“Sundays are made for sleeping in, but I’m not that tired.” Actually, I’m exhausted.
“Bullshit,” he says with a sexy grin. “I kept you up all night and you were a virgin. You need to heal from that.”
“I’m sore, not dying,” I grumble.
He throws his head back and laughs. “Your body, baby. Up to you. I only wanted to be considerate.”
“Last night you were very considerate of me,” I say, and he stops laughing.
“I wanted your first time to be perfect,” he says in all seriousness.
Images of last night fill my head. His mouth on mine. His hands caressing. The feel of him inside of me…the way he held me afterward. How tender he was.
“It was perfect,” I say softly.
“Wish like hell I could stay here with you, but I have a business to run.” He rubs the back of his neck. “At least we have tonight.”
“Can you be home before too late in the evening?” I bat my lashes at him.
“Yeah, I can do that.” He groans. “Actually, I can’t. I’m doing interviews with Emmett. How about if I promise to be here before eight? We’ll move out dinner with Rowan and Seth to tomorrow night.”
“Sounds good to me.” I coast my hand over his chest, reveling in the feel of him. “I bet I won’t be so sore anymore, either, and I’ll do my breathing treatment before you get here, so I can jump you as soon as you walk inside.” I’m talking majorly big talk, but he seems to like it.
“I’m going to do you so good tonight, Piper,” he promises. “So f*cking good.”
He moves to the door, and I start to push back the covers. “Have a good day.”
“Have pity on me, baby. Keep that beautiful body covered until I leave.”
I giggle, then pull the covers up to my nose. “This better?”
“Brat,” he says.
Pouting a little, I lower the covers and stick out my bottom lip. “Can’t you stay with me just a little bit longer?”
He lingers in the doorway, then shakes his head. “Fuck it. I got time.”
“What?” He actually fell for my minuscule powers of seduction?
He reaches the bed in three long strides and rips the sheet away before hooking his arms around my thighs and pulling me to the edge of his bed. Before I can say another word, he buries his head between my legs and licks me.
I cry out and fist the bedsheets, moaning his name over and over while he brings me to a fast and hard orgasm. My body twists up and I almost buck him off me, so intense is the pleasure.
When he’s done, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and says, “From now on, that’s how I’m waking you up in the morning.”
It’s all I can do to mumble, “I approve of that message.”
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As soon as I hear Jase’s motorcycle pulling into the drive that night, I yank off my robe and run a hand through my hair, fluffing the loose curls. Then I reapply cherry lip gloss.
The door opens and closes with a bang. His footsteps pound on the stairs.
Heart racing, I move to the chair in his bedroom and lean against it, trying to show my breasts off. All I’m wearing is a smile and a pair of hooker heels, as Rowan calls them. They’re black with huge cuffs around the ankle. The cuffs are covered with rhinestones that make them sparkle.