Page 59 of Before You (Reckless Love #2)

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Marley

“YOU DON’T HAVE to say yes simply because I’m ready, but I don’t want to wait anymore,” JJ says, and I can feel his hand brushing my hair from my face shaking.

“Are you sure?” I ask, wanting to make sure he means it. I respect him for not wanting to rush things, and I have no problem letting JJ take the lead in how slow or fast we move physically.

He was right when he said he’s not going anywhere.

JJ’s green eyes are smoldering as they gaze into mine. “Never been more sure of anything. I want you.”

“So take me.”

His lips curl into a smile, and I can feel how badly he wants me pressing against my thigh. God, do I want him. What JJ lacks in experience, he makes up for with his eagerness to please.

He leans down, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I think you’re dazzling.”

“Dazzling? Really? Are you okay?” I ask, and a wavy lock of JJ’s dark hair falls into his face as his eyes twinkle like stars in the night sky.

“Exquisite.” This time, JJ presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. My breathing hitches while I impatiently wait for him to press his lips where I want them most. “Enchanting.” He skips right over my mouth, landing on the other corner.

“JJ,” I whine, causing him to chuckle.

“You’re being impatient.”

“And you’re teasin—” I’m cut off by JJ finally kissing me, and the outside world disappears.

I hold the back of his neck as JJ and I explore each other as if it were our first kiss again.

My other hand slides under his shirt, my fingertips gliding over the hard lines of his body, and JJ’s groan reverberates through my entire body.

I can’t get enough of him, but I also want him to know it’s okay if we don’t have sex today.

JJ tilts his head away, his breath mingling with mine as his nose bumps against mine. “Do you believe me now?”

“Huh?” I ask, dazed and unable to really focus on anything but how right it feels to have JJ’s body pressed against mine.

“I have never been more at peace than I am with you, so do you need to ask me again if I’m okay, or do you believe I mean everything?

I don’t know everything about your relationship with Trent, but I know he was a piece of shit to you, and I want you to know while I’m wildly attracted to you, your body is the least interesting thing about you.

” My eyes widen and JJ frowns, shaking his head.

“Wait, I don’t like how that sounded—it sounded better in my head.

What I mean is, even though you’re definitely the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, your heart is my favorite thing about you.

You’re so careful with who you shine the light of your love on, and I’m honored to be one of them.

I’m not just trying to get you into my bed. ”

I love how he understands me so well, without me even having to say anything. The effort JJ puts into our relationship, compared to the one with Trent, is like night and day. They’re not even worth comparing.

“Sweetheart?” he prods, staring directly into my eyes.

“Yeah?”

“I’m waiting for you to say you believe me.”

I am so in love with him. He makes me feel seen in ways I never have before. “I believe you.”

JJ kisses me one more time—so sweet, tender, and full of love—I sink into him, wondering how I could have ever made it as long as I did without him.

I’m hyperaware of everything right now. The way JJ’s touch sends electric shocks through my body.

The cool kiss of air on my skin as JJ tugs the sweatshirt I’m wearing up, his calluses scraping deliciously over my smooth skin after pulling it off.

How warm his body feels pressed against me after he pulls his own off.

The way his kiss grows more desperate when his mouth slants over mine again, and how much more of JJ I want as he rocks his hips against my pelvis.

“I need to touch you. Is that okay?” JJ asks, his voice shaking after breaking our kiss as my chest rapidly rises and falls underneath his stare and I nod without hesitation.

“Please touch me,” I say, nearly begging when he finally cups my breast with his large palm, dipping his head to drag his tongue up the crevice between them.

JJ takes my nipple in his mouth while simultaneously rolling my other between his fingertips.

I hook my leg over his thigh, shamelessly grinding against him.

The teasing scrape of JJ’s teeth causes a whimper to slip from me, turning into a moan when he bites down, having taken notes and his attention to detail only adds to the moment before he soothes the sting away with his tongue, pressing a sweet kiss after.

“Je ne te laisserai jamais être un presque,” 27 he whispers against my skin, and I wish I had enough sense to ask what the significance of the word almost is to him. Instead, JJ torturously blows air on my wet skin, causing me to grab the sheets.

“More, please.”

“Tell me what to do, baby. I want to be a good boy for you,” JJ says, and I smile at the beautiful man above me.

“Kiss me.”

Before JJ, I never would have thought a kiss would feel like gasoline being poured on a raging fire, but it causes my body to burn brighter and hotter than before.

Much to my delight, his hand slips between us, dipping beneath the elastic band of my lounge shorts and underwear.

JJ circles my clit with slow, teasing circles, and I tip my head back in pleasure to gasp, breaking our kiss.

JJ’s mouth moves to my jaw, and then my neck as my grip on the sheets tighten.

I think he’s making it his personal mission to know my body better than I do.

The crescendo in my body builds as JJ shows me exactly how well he’s been paying attention. “ Good boy, keep . . . going, please,” I beg as JJ dips his fingers into me, maintaining pressure on my clit with the heel of his hand.

“I love how polite you are, even when I’m fucking you with my fingers,” he says, and my hips roll in response.

JJ takes my nipple in his delicious mouth again, and my body falls over the cliff, a cry slipping from me as I tangle my fingers in his dark waves, holding him close.

My breathing is heavy when JJ looks up at me, a pleased smile on his pretty face. “What?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” I smile at him, chuckling as I brush a stray dark wave out of his face. “Are you okay?” I ask, and JJ nods, his cheeks pinking.

“Just thinking about how far I need to dig my grave.”

Grave? What? I shift, sitting up to look at him, noting how his green eyes drift to look at my breasts, his jaw clenching. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m not sure how long a guy is supposed to last, and what if I accidentally hurt you?

I try so hard to be mindful of how much bigger I am than you, and I want it to be good for you, but what if I’m so bad at sex you want to break up with me?

” JJ admits, and my breath catches. I can’t believe I didn’t think about JJ being nervous and having performance anxiety.

I reach up and cup his face in my hands.

“ Amore mio, there is nothing you could do to make me want to break up with you—especially sex. I don’t care how long you last because I only want to feel close to you.

You’re doing a pretty damn good job of making it good for me if you can’t tell,” I say, but he still looks unsure.

“We don’t have to do anything else if you’re not ready, but it’s never crossed my mind you might hurt me.

If I don’t like what you’re doing, I promise I’ll tell you if you promise to do the same. ”

JJ nods, and I lean forward, kissing him gently on the forehead. “I promise too. I want to be with you,” he says, sliding his hand into my hair to pull my mouth to his again.

Shedding the last of our clothes, I reach into the drawer of my nightstand, grabbing a condom from the box. I try not to drool as I let my gaze roam over JJ, enjoying the work of art that is his body. Without a doubt, everything about JJ is proportional from his large frame to his hands—everything.

“Do you want to put it on?” JJ asks, stroking his cock, his hungry eyes never leaving mine when I rip open the packet.

A hiss escapes him when I replace his hand with my own to position the latex over the tip, slowly rolling it down his thick length.

Despite having wished I’d waited for JJ, I’m a little glad it’s not my first time, because I think I’d be more nervous about whether he’d fit.

JJ is still bigger than both of my previous partners, but since he already made me orgasm, I’m not worried.

“How do you want me?” I ask, my body practically vibrating with a need for JJ to be inside me.

“On top,” he says, his voice rough, and I rest my hand on his chest to push him back into the pillows.

“You’re definitely a Pillow Princess,” I say, causing him to laugh until I climb over him, positioning my knees on the sides of his hips to lean down and kiss JJ again.

His hands glide up the outside of my thighs before grabbing my ass to move me forward, and I curl my fingers on his chest as he slides against my opening without penetrating me.

“Please,” JJ whispers against my mouth, and I reach between us to wrap my hand around the base of his cock, lining our hips up.

I bite my lip as I sink down, feeling him stretch me in a way no one else has.

My body sings in pleasure, but I don’t dare shut my eyes at the feeling because I refuse to miss a second of the look on JJ’s handsome face.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his fingertips digging into my skin as he grips my hips.

“You can take it, sweetheart. Make it fit,” he says through clenched teeth.

“Oh my god,” I say, doing my best, but it’s too much on the first try, my body not accustomed to something so big.

When I lower myself for a second time, his eyes flutter shut in ecstasy, a groan slipping from his addicting lips when I bottom out, holding still for a moment while my body adjusts to the feeling.

The strong column of his neck exposed as he tilts his head back into the pillows. He looks straight out of a dream.

“You feel . . .” he trails off, and I agree. There are no words for how right this feels.

“Oh fuck,” I swear, rising up most of the way, taking all of JJ again, my hand on his firm chest for balance. I feel so full.

My heart is racing in my chest as he thrusts up, meeting me halfway, and I gasp, our movements growing smoother as we learn how our bodies work together.

JJ’s hands leave my hips as I rock them, fully seated to grind my clit against his pelvis, before cupping my breasts, his thumbs pressing against my sensitive nipples again.

I arch into his touch, a gasp escaping me as he thrusts up into me.

I can feel the pressure in my body start to grow again as JJ plays with my nipples, tweaking them as his movements grow less controlled.

“Yes,” I pant, looking down between us to watch him thrust into me, the sight adding to the heightened sensations until he lifts me off him completely.

I look at JJ, my jaw slightly ajar, wondering what the hell he’s doing.

“I want you on your back,” JJ says, rolling us to flip our positions. My mouth waters as he kneels between my legs, my body aching to be filled by him again.

“JJ, please,” I whimper, shifting restlessly.

“There you go again using that word,” he murmurs, hooking his hands around the back of my thighs to pull me closer to him.

I open my mouth to ask what’s so wrong with the word please, but JJ pushes into me, and I moan instead.

I wrap my legs around his waist, doing my best to meet his strokes as he leans down, kissing me with a desperation I didn’t know existed.

JJ’s mouth is hot and demanding, and I respond with just as much enthusiasm.

He groans, the sound echoing through every inch of my body as I drag my nails over his wide shoulders.

JJ turns his head, breaking our connection as my thighs tremble.

“Fuck me, please ,” I say, and my taunt is rewarded with a rumble from JJ, his lips latching onto my neck as he thrusts roughly, the room filling with the sounds of our moans.

“Oh fuck,” JJ mumbles against my throat, and I love feeling him lose control.

JJ’s grip tightens as his hips jerk, holding me close as his cock throbs inside me, his strong body shuddering as he comes.

I smile when his body sags against mine, my heart racing in my chest. “Perfect. You’re perfect,” he says, out of breath, but as JJ eases off me, his hand slips between my legs, circling my clit.

I sigh in relief, turning my head to look at JJ as he watches me with a relaxed smile. I chase my impending orgasm, teetering on the edge as I keep my eyes locked on JJ’s as my hand joins his, my legs falling open more.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he says, and my back arches up at the same time my breathing hitches, my orgasm sweeping over me as my toes curl.

I fall into the dream of forever as JJ leans in to press the sweetest kiss against my lips.

Only . . . I didn’t know how different our forever would turn out to be.