Done (Harmony Haven #1)

Chapter 44

Chapter Forty-Four

EASTON

Since the fire, there hadn’t been anything I’ve wanted more than to wrap Jesse in my arms and assure her she was safe. I wanted to take her away from the devastation and fear that crossed over her features when she thought I wasn’t looking. I wanted to push inside of her until the only thing she could think of was what it meant to be connected to me.

But I also wanted to be sure that she was ready. Not because of the fire, but because of the last time we had made love. We were together, thinking it was a goodbye, and I never wanted to do that again. The next time we made love, I wanted to be sure she was ready for forever with me.

“Tell me what you need.”

“You. Always you.”

That’s what I needed to hear, and based on the way she was pushing her body into mine, I knew she was anxious for me to read those last two questions another time. My girl needed me to finally take the stress of the last few days away, and remind her that even though she didn’t need one, I could occasionally be her hero.

“Always me,” I nodded, guiding her over the top of my body.

As I laid back on the couch, she stretched out with me, kissing my chest, neck, and chin. My fingers skimmed up and down her side, moving the satiny fabric from her pajamas over her skin and creating goosebumps.

Then her mouth found mine, and she pulled herself up into a straddle over my hips. Her hands held tight onto my chest while she began to move her pelvis.

I wanted to help her, push her down harder and let her feel that I was already completely hard for her. But I also loved letting her set the pace. Watching her on top of me, showing me how much she needed me, was as close to heaven as I’d ever been. It was more than sex, it was trust.

“That’s my girl,” I moaned, as her lips went down my neck again. “Take what you need.”

“I just want to consume you the way you do me.”

“Trust me. You already have. I’m hanging on by a thread here.”

Her head lifted up and her hair created a curtain around us. I pushed it back so I could see her eyes and I noticed there were tears threatening to spill over .

Sitting up quickly, I held her cheeks and looked into both of her eyes more intently. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she laughed. “But sometimes you feel a little too good to be true. What if, after you left my house the night we met, I went to bed, and everything after that has been a dream? Some fantasy my subconscious conjured up after connecting with you that night?”

“Then your house wouldn’t have been burnt to the ground,” I reasoned, like there would be an upside to waking up from her dream.

“As long as Max is safe, I’d rather have you.”

With my hands on her backside, keeping her steady as we talked, I pinched her ass with both hands.

“Ouch,” she laughed.

“Good news,” I whispered, rubbing the spots I had just pinched. “You’re awake, and I’m all yours.”

Her laugh was infectious, but loud enough that we both started shushing each other so we didn’t wake up Max. Then once we were sure he wasn’t getting up, I threw my legs off the couch and leaned against the back.

“Keep touching me,” I moved her hands across my chest. “Make love to me, Jess. Let’s give it all we’ve got.”

Her smile fell, but her eyes were fire, taking my request to heart. She reached down between us and pushed the waistband of my sweats down just enough to free my cock. Her hand wrapped around me, stroking my sensitive tip as she watched my eyes flash with the same need hers had.

Our mouths clashed together, finally unable to control the need. My hands snuck under her tiny satin shorts and under the band on her panties. My fingers teased her the same way hers were teasing me.

When we both reached our breaking point, I pushed her shorts down, making her stand up long enough to get them off of one leg. She sat back down and I guided her over the top of my cock, loving the way she moaned as I filled her deep, stretching her core like it was made just for me.

“Get settled baby,” I gritted out, about to come already as she wiggled on top of me.

“You feel so good,” she moaned, moving her hips in a steadier rhythm that did nothing to ease my need to come.

“We forgot a condom again,” I reminded her as I remembered, just in case she still wanted to use one. “I have one in my?—”

“Never again,” she cut me off. “I want to feel all of you, just like this, every time. Always.”

She had told me she was on the pill, but her words were more than throwing caution to the wind. They were about her trust in me–in us–that we were exclusive, we were safe. I whispered something in her ear, and she gasped, but I didn’t give her time to respond. I grabbed her hips, taking control.

Since I was holding her up, she reached down and pulled her satin tank top over her head, exposing her nipples right in front of my mouth. I latched on instantly, biting down on one, and then the other, as if I was feeding off of her.

Her hands ran through my hair, enjoying the attention I gave her tits while her thighs began shaking. I knew she was close to coming so I pushed my cock up harder, using my pelvis to rub her clit.

When she started to moan louder, I moved my lips to her mouth, suppressing the noise and soaking in her sounds. Her pussy was coating my cock as she came, making it impossible to hold on so instead of denying myself, I came with her.

Together, we rode the high of our connection, sensitive against one another, and our hearts pounding in unison . The sensation seemed to last, moving through us over and over like electrical currents where our bodies touched.

When we were finally able to take a breath, Jesse lifted her head and showed me her bright smile. It was so much better than seeing her tears and her pain.

With my cock still inside of her, she reached down and grabbed the papers I had been holding before we got sidetracked. She made a show up straightening them out and then handing them to me with one eyebrow up, daring me to continue.

Grabbing the papers, I held them between us, enjoying the fact that she had decided to stay on top of me. By the time I answered her last two questions, I’d be hard again and ready for round two. My girl was efficient.

“Ahem,” I teased her by clearing my throat and read the next questions out loud. “Question 4. Can I come to Sunday Dinner?”

I looked at her like she had lost her mind. Of course she could come to Sunday Dinner. I’d have invited her already if it hadn’t been for her constant denial about our relationship. The last thing I wanted was to scare her even more with the idea of shelling butter beans for a homemade lasagna.

“I can guarantee that from here on out, you will never miss a Sunday Dinner.”

“Good,” she smiled. “Ms. Ellison told me Grams is the best cook in town.”

“Her lasagna is gonna change your life.”

“Lasagna? I pictured her being more about the pork chops and turnip greens.”

“She makes that too,” I nodded. “But since my dick is still nestled inside your body, let's not talk about Grams.”

Jesse giggled and covered her mouth, embarrassed that she was casually having a chat while I was busy growing hard again. Just to make sure she didn’t make that same mistake, I pushed up and made her groan and her eyes roll into the back of her head.

“Question five,” I announced, ensuring she was paying attention to the fact that I was finishing her questions. “Can we picnic at your parents’ house every now and then?”

I smiled and nodded, then threw the paper aside as I laid her down on the couch to make love to her again.

That was all she was getting for an answer because little did she know, we were going to do a lot more at that house than just picnic. It’d take time, and it’d take work. But I was determined to give Jesse everything she ever wanted, and I wasn’t going to stop until I was done.