JAY JAY POV
The cool air of the room hit my damp skin as the zipper finally gave way, but the chill didn't last more than a second.
I felt Keifer's lips on the center of my back.
My breath hitched, my lungs suddenly forgetting how to function
It was a slow, burning trail he was blazing across my spine. His lips were warm, a stark contrast to the lingering dampness of my skin, and the vibration of his low, satisfied hum sent a thousand high-voltage electric shocks straight to my toes.
"Keifer…" I breathed out, my forehead leaning against the cool surface of the wall for support. My knees were officially reaching their melting point.
He didn't stop. He moved lower, his teeth grazing the sensitive dip of my waist
I could feel his hands—steady and possessive—sliding around to my front, pulling me back until my skin was flush against the heat of his chest.
"You're shivering, Jay-Jay," Keifer rasped against my skin, his voice dropping into that deep, gravelly register that always made my thoughts scatter like leaves in a storm. "Is it the cold… or is it me?"
"It's the fact that you're a pervert," I managed to squeak, though my hands were betraying me, reaching back to tangle in his hair.
Keifer let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated through both of us. He spun me around in his arms, trapping me between the dresser and his hard body
"I'm your pervert," he murmured, leaning down until his nose brushed mine. "And in exactly fourteen days, I'm going to be an ocean away. Don't expect me to be a gentleman tonight, Mrs. Watson. I'm spending every second I have left claiming what's mine."
He didn't give me a chance to issue a penalty. He crashed his mouth against mine in a kiss that tasted like the storm outside—raw, heavy, and completely unstoppable. My fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer as I realized that in two weeks, the space between us would be thousands of miles of ocean.
But for tonight, the only thing between us was the sound of the rain and the frantic rhythm of two hearts that refused to let go.
I kissed him back, letting my resolve crumble into the hotel carpet. If he was going to London to fight for his future, I was going to make sure he had a reason to come back.
Infinitely.
The storm outside was a chaotic roar, but inside the room, the air was thick, heavy, and practically vibrating with the heat between us. We reached the bed, leaving a trail of soaked, discarded clothes across the floor.
Suddenly, there was nothing left between us but the truth.
We were both naked, our skin meeting in a rush of friction and heat that made my brain completely short-circuit. Keifer didn't waste a heartbeat. He hovered over me, his weight pinning me into the mattress, his dark eyes looking at me like I was his entire world and his only salvation.
He leaned down, his lips ghosting over the curve of my neck before trailing a searing path to my collarbone. He didn't just kiss me; he sucked the skin there, a sharp, possessive claim that made my back arch and my toes curl into the sheets.
"Oh dear god, Keifer…" I breathed out, my head falling back as a thousand electric shocks shot through my entire body.
"I know," he rasped against my skin, his voice dropping into that deep, gravelly register that made my knees feel like they were made of cotton candy. "But it's just me, Jay-Jay. Only me."
I nodded frantically, my fingers tangling in his damp hair as I tried to calm the desperate urges screaming inside me. It wasn't our first time, but every single time he touched me, it felt like a brand-new explosion.
He moved lower, his teeth grazing my cleavage in a sharp, playful bite that made a broken moan escape my throat.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Keifer growled, his breath hot against my sensitized skin. One of his hands slid down my body, his thumb tracing the curve of my hip before his fingers hooked around my thigh, pulling it up to wrap around his waist.
His words hung in the air like a promise and a threat all at once. His hand slid down my thigh, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, and when he hooked my leg around his waist, I felt the hard evidence of his desire pressing against me. My body responded instinctively, arching up to meet him, a silent invitation that needed no words.
"You're so wet for me already," he murmured against my ear, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my entire body. "So ready."
I could only moan in response, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back as he positioned himself between my thighs. But instead of entering me, he shifted lower, his dark eyes never leaving mine as he began to kiss his way down my body. His lips were a brand against my skin, searing a path across my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel and making me gasp.
"Keifer..." I breathed, my hands tangling in his hair as he moved even lower.
He settled between my thighs, his shoulders pushing them wider apart. I felt his hot breath against my most sensitive flesh a moment before his tongue made contact. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as he licked a slow, deliberate stripe up my center. He wasn't gentle or tentative; he was devouring me, his tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive spot that made me tremble and writhe.
"You taste so fucking good," he growled against me, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through my body. His fingers joined his mouth, one sliding inside me as his tongue focused on my clit, circling and flicking until I was a quivering mess beneath him.
He added a second finger, curling them inside me to find that spot that made my vision blur. His mouth closed around my clit, sucking gently at first, then harder as he felt my response. My hips bucked against his face, chasing the pleasure that was building to an almost painful intensity.
"Keifer, please..." I begged, not even sure what I was pleading for. More? Less? Release? All of it?
"Let go, Jay-Jay," he commanded, his voice muffled against me. "Come for me."
That was all it took. The tension that had been building inside me finally snapped, and I cried out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My body convulsed around his fingers, my thighs clamping around his head as he continued to lick and suck me through my orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until I was completely spent.
He didn't give me time to recover. He moved up my body, his mouth claiming mine in a deep, possessive kiss that allowed me to taste myself on his lips. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I spread my legs wider in invitation.
He reached over to the nightstand, fumbling in the drawer for a moment before producing a foil packet. The sound of him tearing it open was loud in the quiet room. I watched as he rolled the condom down his length, his movements practiced and sure.
When he finally entered me, it was with a slow, deliberate thrust that stole the air from my lungs. I was already so sensitive from my orgasm that every movement sent sparks of pleasure through me.
"Keifer..." I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut as he filled me completely. The stretch was exquisite, a perfect ache that made me feel whole in a way nothing else ever had.
He began to move, setting a rhythm that was both tender and demanding. Each thrust pushed me higher, building the pleasure until it was almost too much to bear. His mouth found mine again, the kiss deep and possessive, his tongue claiming every corner of my mouth as his body claimed mine.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with emotion. I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. "I want to see you when you come."
His words sent another jolt of electricity through me. His hand slid between our bodies, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. He began to circle it with just the right pressure, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Keifer, please..." I begged again, already climbing toward another peak.
"Let go, Jay-Jay," he whispered, his voice strained with his own mounting pleasure. "Come for me again."
That was all it took. The tension that had been building inside me snapped once more, and I cried out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My body convulsed around him, milking his own release from him as he followed me over the edge with a guttural groan.
We lay tangled together for long moments afterward, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing gradually returning to normal. Keifer's weight was a comforting presence above me, his heart beating against mine in a steady rhythm.
"I love you," he murmured against my hair, pressing soft kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my lips.
"I love you too," I whispered back, my fingers tracing patterns on his back. "So much."
He rolled onto his side, taking me with him so we were face to face. "Thirty days," he said, his expression serious. "Then I'll be back."
"And I'll be waiting," I promised, my hand coming up to cup his cheek. "Always."
His eyes softened, and he leaned in for another kiss, this one slow and tender, full of all the words we couldn't seem to say out loud.
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