Page 42 of Most Likely to Deny Love (Yearbook #2)

JACK

I woke to the feeling of Mia’s curves pressed against me, her breath warm on my chest, one leg thrown over mine.

The late afternoon light filtered through the gauzy curtains, painting golden stripes across the tangled sheets.

I glanced down at her sleeping face, watching the gentle rise and fall of her breath, the slight part of her lips.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

My body responded instantly to her proximity, hardening against her thigh.

Three times already and I still wanted her with an intensity that surprised me.

I’d expected sex with Mia to be good, but nothing had prepared me for the reality of having her beneath me, around me, the sounds she made when she came.

I shifted slightly, my hand trailing down the curve of her spine.

Her skin was impossibly soft, warm from sleep and our earlier activities.

I traced the dip at the small of her back, remembering how she’d arched up when I’d touched her there earlier, how responsive she was to every stroke of my fingers, my tongue.

Mia stirred against me, making a small sound in her throat as she pressed closer. I glanced at the clock. If we were going to make our dinner reservation, we needed to get moving.

“Mia,” I murmured, my voice rough with sleep and lingering desire. “Time to wake up.”

She burrowed closer, her nose pressed to my chest. “Five more minutes.”

“We have reservations,” I reminded her, though the idea of canceling them to stay in bed was becoming more appealing by the second.

“Where?” Her voice was muffled against my skin.

“It’s a surprise. But trust me, you’ll want to see it.”

Her eyes fluttered open, gray and slightly unfocused with sleep. When they met mine, a slow smile spread across her face, warm and satisfied. “Hi,” she said.

“Hi yourself.” I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. “Sleep well?”

“Mmm.” She stretched against me like a cat, seemingly unaware of how the movement pressed her breasts against my chest. “Someone wore me out.”

My hand slid down to cup her ass, squeezing gently. “You weren’t complaining at the time.”

“Definitely not.” Her lips brushed my collarbone, sending a jolt of heat straight to my groin. “In fact, I was thinking of a repeat performance.”

“Shower,” I said, the word more command than suggestion. “We both need one, and we’re running out of time.”

“Separate showers?” She pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a way that made me want to bite it.

“Fuck no.” I stood in one fluid motion, scooping her up with me. She let out a surprised squeal, her arms instinctively circling my neck. “I’m not done with you yet.”

The bathroom was as opulent as the rest of the suite, all gleaming marble and gold fixtures. I set Mia down on the edge of the massive tub, reaching past her to turn on the shower. Steam immediately began to fill the space, fogging the glass enclosure.

When I turned back to her, Mia was watching me with a hunger that mirrored my own.

Her eyes traveled slowly down my body, lingering on my obvious arousal before meeting my gaze again.

Without breaking eye contact, she slid off the tub and stepped into the shower, the water immediately slicking her hair to her skull, rivulets running down her curves.

“Coming?” she asked, a challenge in her eyes.

I stepped in behind her, pulling the glass door closed. The water hit my back, hot and pulsing, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Mia’s skin as I pressed her against the marble wall. My mouth found hers in a kiss that was pure hunger, my tongue sliding past her lips to taste her.

Her hands were everywhere, nails scraping lightly down my back, fingers tracing the muscles of my shoulders, my chest. When they wrapped around my cock, I hissed a breath between my teeth, nearly undone by her touch.

“Fuck, Mia,” I growled against her neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

“That’s the idea.” Her voice was breathier now, a hitch in it as my fingers found her center, already slick and ready for me.

I slid two fingers inside her, watching her face as she gasped, head falling back against the marble. “Already so wet for me.”

“Always,” she admitted, her hips moving against my hand.

With my free hand, I lifted one of her legs, hooking it over my hip to open her wider to my touch. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, fingers digging in as I found that spot inside her that made her gasp.

“Please, Jack,” she begged, the water streaming down her face, her eyes dark with need. “I want you inside me.”

I withdrew my fingers, replacing them with the head of my cock, teasing her entrance. “Like this?”

“Yes,” she moaned, trying to force her hips down. “Please.”

With one smooth thrust, I buried myself inside her, both of us groaning at the sensation. She was tight, perfect, her body gripping mine like she was made for me. I gave her a moment to adjust before beginning to move, each thrust driving her back against the marble wall.

Water streamed down between us, adding another layer of sensation as I claimed her mouth again. Her leg tightened around my waist, changing the angle so I hit that spot with every stroke. I felt her begin to tighten around me, her breathing growing more erratic.

“You going to come for me?” I urged, my voice rough with exertion. “Let me feel you, Mia.”

Her answer was a moan as she shattered around me, her body clenching in rhythmic pulses that nearly pulled my own release from me. I slowed my thrusts, letting her ride out the waves before I carefully withdrew.

“Turn around,” I instructed, my voice low with command.

Her eyes widened slightly, but she complied, turning to face the wall. I pressed against her back, my cock sliding between her thighs as I reached around to cup her breasts. When I pushed inside her again from this new angle, she cried out, the sound echoing off the marble.

“Good?” I asked against her ear, already knowing the answer from the way she pushed back against me.

“So good,” she gasped, her hands braced against the wall.

I established a rhythm that had us both climbing rapidly toward release, one hand kneading her breast, the other sliding down to circle her clit. When she came again, the force of her orgasm triggered my own, and I buried myself to the hilt, emptying inside her with a groan.

We stayed like that for a moment, both catching our breath, before I carefully eased out of her, turning her in my arms for a gentler kiss than before. The water was starting to cool slightly, reminding me that we had somewhere to be.

“We should actually shower now,” I said against her lips. “Or we’ll miss our reservation.”

She looked up at me, her eyes soft and sated. “Is it worth leaving this room for?”

“You’ll see,” I promised, reaching for the soap. “Trust me, I have plans for you.”

She smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “You already said that once today.”

“And delivered.” I raised an eyebrow.

“True.” She took the soap from my hands, beginning to wash my chest with small circular motions. “Very, very true.”

We managed to actually shower after that, though it took longer than it should have with wandering hands and stolen kisses. By the time we stepped out, wrapping ourselves in the hotel’s plush robes, we were running dangerously close to missing our reservation.

“Get dressed,” I told her, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. “Wear something nice. I’ll call down for the car.”

As Mia disappeared into the bedroom, I caught myself staring after her, something unfamiliar stirring beneath the physical satisfaction.

Whatever it was, I shoved it aside. This weekend was about pleasure, about giving Mia the Paris experience she deserved.

Anything beyond that was a complication I wasn’t ready to consider.

Twenty minutes later, I was sitting in a chair by the window in our suite, dressed in the charcoal colored dinner suit I’d brought especially for tonight, waiting for Mia to finish getting ready.

I checked my watch, calculating how late we could be without losing our reservation. We were cutting it very fine.

“Car’s waiting downstairs. You almost ready?”

“Just a minute!”

Moments later, the bathroom door opened, and all thoughts of time constraints evaporated from my mind.

Mia stood framed in the doorway, a vision in a deep blue dress that hugged every curve before flowing out around her knees.

Her hair was swept to one side, exposing the elegant line of her neck and collarbone.

The neckline dipped low enough to hint at cleavage without revealing too much, and the color made her gray eyes look almost silver in the hotel lighting.

“Will this do?” There was a hint of nervousness in her voice as she smoothed her hands down the fabric.

Getting to my feet, I couldn’t speak for a moment, struck by how utterly beautiful she was.

Not just her body, which I’d spent the afternoon exploring in thorough detail, but everything about her.

The slight flush on her cheeks. The way she bit her lower lip as she waited for my response. Everything about her.

“Jack?” Her brow furrowed slightly at my silence.

“You are beyond stunning,” I finally managed.

She smiled, relief and pleasure mingling in her expression. “Thank you.” Her eyes trailed over me, and there was no mistaking the heat that flared there. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”

I crossed the room to her in three long strides, unable to resist any longer. My hands went to her waist, drawing her against me as I lowered my mouth to hers. She responded immediately, lips parting, body melting against mine.

When we broke apart, both slightly breathless, an idea struck me with such force I couldn’t ignore it. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly sank to my knees before her.

“What are you doing? I don’t think we’ve got time for this.”

I ran my hands up her calves, underneath the flowing material of her dress.