Unexpected Lovers Box Set by J.B. Heller

I have dreamedof this moment for so long it barely feels real.

Keeping my eyes open is a mission, but I refuse to miss a second of it. My gaze is locked on Lennon as she kisses and licks her way down my abs to the band of my sweats. Then she looks up, a devious grin on her face, and I narrow my eyes.

Ever so slowly, she sits. Her manicured nails toy with the band of my pants. “I want you to come to Kinsley’s wedding with me.”

I blink dumbly. “You want to talk about this now?”

“Yep,” she hums.

“Of course I’ll go with you,” I tell her, hoping like hell the talking portion of tonight is over.

She smiles, slides off my lap, then climbs off the bed. I gape at her as she picks up her discarded tank and pulls it back on.

“Have I missed something?” I ask. I’m so fucking confused right now. All the blood in my body is currently gathered in my dick, and my brain doesn’t understand what’s going on.

“No,” she says casually.

I stare at her, then at my extremely hard dick, then her again. “Then why are you over there and not on top of me?”

She sits in the armchair by the window, a calculating gleam in her eyes as she crosses one sculpted leg over the other. “You know all those times over the last year that you cornered me in my office and taunted me with almost-kisses and featherlight touches?”

My brows knit together. “Yeah,” I say, not liking where this is going.

“This is called payback,” she says. “I should have bought shares in Duracell with the amount of batteries I’ve burnt through in the last year.”

I swallow hard at the mental image. Reaching out, I run my palm over my straining erection. “You’ve made your point. Now get back here,” I say almost desperately.

Her mouth curves in a gorgeous grin. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen. I had to deal with all that sexual frustration on my own. Now it’s your turn.”

“Fine,” I retort, tugging the waistband of my sweats until my cock springs free. Her eyes narrow as I spit in my palm then wrap it around my length, giving myself one long, slow stroke. “Sure you don’t want to help me?”

She grits her teeth, her gaze locked on my hand.

I’m so on edge this isn’t going to take long. Especially not with her blazing eyes on me. I’d much rather her hands right now, but I’ll settle for her gaze. I know what this is doing to her, and that only serves to turn me on more.

Pre-come seeps from my tip, and I run my thumb over it then use it to help my hand glide up and down my shaft. My hips arch into my touch, and I moan. My breathing is erratic. My pulse thuds in my ears as pleasure coils inside me so tightly it draws my balls up, and I let go, shooting thick spurts of come over my fist and abs.

I open my eyes just in time to catch Lennon removing her hand from her sleep shorts, a satisfied smile gracing her face.

Goddamn it. I didn’t even notice her touching herself.

Dropping my head on her pillows, I sigh, both contented by the epic orgasm and pissed off I missed the show. The mattress dips beside me, and I peek an eye open and find Lennon climbing in beside me.

With my shirt, she wipes the come off my hand, then my abs, and finally my semi-hard cock. She tosses the shirt off the bed then curls into my side, resting her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around her, holding her to me.

We’ve never done this before—cuddling. And I fucking love it. So much so that I close my eyes, giving in to the urge to take a post-climax nap.

The next time I open my eyes, the light has been turned off, and Lennon is still in my arms. Her back is pressed to my side while she uses my bicep as a pillow. I roll so I can spoon her, and I nuzzle my nose into her hair, taking a deep breath.

Fuck, I love the way she smells.

“Stop sniffing me, freak,” she mumbles groggily.

I chuckle softly. “Sorry.” I give her a squeeze, tugging her closer until every inch of our bodies are melded together. “Go back to sleep.”

She mutters something unintelligible then falls silent, her breathing evening out as she drifts off again.

I smile, happier and more content than I can ever remember being.

* * *

Bright sunlight streamsin through a gap in the curtains, landing right in my face. I blink a few times, taking in my surroundings.

I’m alone.

I sit up, gritting my teeth as a fist wraps itself around my heart, making each beat more painful than the last.

She ran—again.

How could she leave after last night? She said she was done fighting this. Why would she let me hold her all night long, only to disappear without a word in the morning?

Is she purposefully trying to hurt me?

Anger bubbles up inside of me, and I clench my fists, wanting—no, needing—to hit something. I prefer the anger over the pain. It’s easier to deal with.

After flinging the blanket back, I throw my legs over the side of the bed. I’m about to storm out when a sound from the adjoining bathroom snags my attention. I switch directions, stalking toward the partially closed door.

Pushing it open, the air is knocked from my lungs at the sight before me. I grab onto the frame in an effort to hold myself back.

Lennon is standing under the shower spray, her long, purple hair hanging down her back as she tips her face into the stream of water. I take an unconscious step toward her.

Her eyes flash open, landing on me.

“I thought you left,” I murmur, taking another step.

She shakes her head, a soft smile playing at the corner of her lips. “I have to get ready for work.”

I nod but remain silent. I’m still tense from the residual anger pulsing through my veins.

She tilts her head to the side, examining me through narrowed eyes. “What’s wrong?”

My fists clench and release at my sides. “I thought you left,” I repeat.

Understanding fills her gaze, and she turns around, turning off the water then stepping out of the shower. She closes the distance between us, wrapping her arms around my waist. She presses her wet, naked body against me and rests her cheek on my chest.

I curl my arms around her, holding her tight. Tension leeches from my muscles, allowing them to finally relax. I brush a kiss to the top of her head. “Things changed last night, right?” I ask, needing this reassurance from her.

She lifts her head, letting me look into her eyes as she says, “Yes.”

“Good, ’cause I can’t go back, Lennon. This is happening. You can’t change your mind.”

“I know. And I won’t,” she whispers, pushing up on her tiptoes and brushing her lips over mine in a soft, tender kiss. “I’m all in.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I slide my hands around the back of her head, holding her in place. Grinning against her lips, I demand, “Say it again.”

“I’m. All. In,” she breathes, wrapping her arms behind my neck.

A wave of helplessness engulfs me as I stare into the depths of her hazel eyes. I am powerless against this woman. She is my everything. There is no end I wouldn’t go to for her. “Thank you,” I murmur, touching my forehead to hers, breathing her in.

My hands drift over her bare back, and I fucking love the feel of her silky-smooth skin as I lightly trace my fingertips along the ridges of her spine. A shiver wracks through her body, and her arms tighten around my neck.

I knew the second Lennon’s lips grazed mine the day my life imploded a year and a half ago that she was always meant to be mine. Her kiss took the sting out of what Jess had done. It was like the clouds had evaporated and I could finally see clearly. Jess and I were never supposed to be long-term. Lennon was my endgame all along.

She traces a finger between my brows, her eyes searching mine as she asks, “What are you thinking about so hard?”

“I’m thinking I’m glad Jess screwed me over,” I tell her honestly.

Her eyes widen in surprise.

How can she still not know?“Lennon, the moment you kissed me, I knew without a doubt in my mind that everything that went down between me and Jess had to happen to bring me to you.”

She blinks at me, frowning. “You’re insane.”

Shaking my head, I say, “I haven’t touched another woman since that day.”

“What?” she gasps, rearing back.

I shrug. “What was the point? I knew what I wanted—nobody else would do.”

Her eyes shine with emotion, and she dips her head, avoiding my gaze. “I don’t deserve you,” she murmurs.

I glide one hand up her side, over her shoulder, and along her collarbone. “Lennon,” I breathe, tipping her chin until she finally meets my gaze. “I don’t expect you to have saved yourself for me. You weren’t in the same place I was. I knew you needed time to get there. Why do you think I’ve been harassing you all this time?” I say, smirking.

Before I can blink, she’s on me. Her lips seal to mine in a raw, passionate kiss that wipes away every thought that isn’t her. I groan, sliding my hands to her hips and lifting. Without hesitation, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I back her against the wall.

Naked in my arms, she writhes against my length, which is straining to get to her through my sweats. She never breaks the kiss, and I want so desperately to tug them down and slide inside of her wet heat. My hands shake as need pulses through me.

We devour one another. Nothing else matters except this, her, us.

“Arch,” she moans, grinding her pelvis up and down my shaft. Her head tips back against the wall, her breathing coming in short, sharp bursts.

I move with her, thrusting my hips. My eyes dart to where our bodies are so very nearly joined. I groan as she moves faster, chasing her climax. Fingers digging into her ass, I press hot, openmouthed kisses along her throat as I’m overtaken by sensation. “Fuuuck,” I pant against her skin.

“Yesss,” she whimpers. “So close, so close, don’t stop.”

My hips flex, and I drop a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit. She cries out, her body shuddering as she comes in my arms, and I join her a heartbeat later.