Their Broken Pieces by Jessica Gomez

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Alex

 

 

Here I am, trying to be the good guy and climb into bed, not expecting anything from Jasmine, but then she comes out of the bathroom in that short little hotel robe, and all I can think about is her soft, touchable skin underneath. That thought is wiped from my mind as I climb into bed, tossing the sheet over part of my thighs, trying not to notice how beautiful she is and how much I want her at this moment.

I try to focus on the TV when I notice she hasn’t moved to get into bed, as if stalling. “Jasmine, what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” she says, and walks closer to the bed.

I lay back, focusing on the TV again. Staring at the boob tube is the only way I can keep myself focused and off the things I want to do to her right now. When she stops beside to the bed and just stands there, I glance at her to see what she’s doing.

Big mistake.

Huge mistake.

Gigantic mistake.

She’s bare, her robe falling to the floor with a soft whoosh. My head snaps around so fast, it makes me dizzy. When my eyes finally focus on her and comprehend what I’m seeing, words elude me. She’s so fucking beautiful.

“You see something you like?” she asks shyly.

Hell, yes. I see everything I want. I see something I’ve been dying to have since we reunited a couple of weeks ago. My mouth is slack and my eyes are huge. I’m sure I resemble an idiot staring at her like this, but there’s little to nothing I can do about it; she has that power over me. Finally, I blink, clearing some of the shock on my face.

“Jaz.” I retreat, but then realize I’m sporting a massive hard-on, and pull the sheets over my body, trying to cover the bulge. The gesture has her feeling rejected. It’s written plain as day on her face. The look breaks my resolve, not able to stand the thought of her feeling as if I don’t desire her, because I do… I crave her. Good God, I want her more than anything I have ever wanted. “Jaz, we don’t have to. I’m okay with just being here with you,” I offer, hoping my words will defuse the situation.

No such luck.

“I know you are, but I want more. I want to be with you, Alex.” She takes my truce and body slams it. She’s getting shy standing next to the bed naked. Honestly, holding out this long has been a miracle. The way she glows, standing naked for me, is unforgettable. She causes my insides to tangle and flip.

“We can’t…” I start, but who am I kidding? If she takes one more step, I’m done.

My determination is weakening, vanishing when she steps closer and pulls back her side of the bed, revealing white bedsheets. The thought of her lying next to me, naked, with nothing between us, almost has me coming without even touching her silky skin.

When the word “Please,” passes through her lips, that’s it. My heart shatters. Any resistance I had evaporates. She owns me now. More than anyone ever has, or ever will.

I look down for a second, gather my will, and then reach out to her. She wraps her fingers around mine and lets me pull her closer as I whisper, “Come here, querida.”

She must see the hesitation because she says, “I want this, Alex. Let me have this one perfect memory of us before we go our separate ways. I want you to be my first. Only you. Please understand.”

A ball of guilt sits heavy in my gut, feeling as if I’m taking something that doesn’t belong to me, but I’m being a selfish bastard tonight. I want to be her first. To always remember that it was me who made love to her for her very first time. Nobody else should have that honor, or her, ever. She’s mine.

Laying her gently down on the sheets, I lean over her, making my intentions clear. Instead of being the gentleman I intended, I tell her, “ Now kiss me.”

She does. Fuck, does she ever. Her tongue is fiery hot and tangles with mine immediately, fighting for dominance as my cock nudges her thigh, letting her know exactly what she’s doing to me. A triumphant smile tips her lips against mine, and I know she’s gloating, happy with herself for finally breaking me down. The friction of our bare skin is an inferno of need when our chests touch, peeking her harden nipples, and eliciting carnal moans.

“I love you, Alex. I want you so much,” she mumbles through our kisses.

My heart soars toward bursting proportions, puffing with alpha male pride. There’s nothing in the world I want more than to hear those words whispered or screamed from her lips, preferably while I’m slamming my cock deep in her pussy, over and over. The animal within is urging me to uncage him, to let him devour Jasmine until she’s boneless and mewling with pleasure underneath him. The beast and I are on the same page, but I check myself, wanting to take my sweet time with her. No rushing. This moment will be perfect for her; for both of us.

Even though the words, I love you, too, are stuck in my throat, held hostage by our uncertain future, I show her with my touch, with each kiss, that even though unspoken, they’re completely reciprocated. My fingers softly glide across her jaw, down her neck, and around the plush mounds of her breast, following the rivets of her ribs. All while my lips follow the same searing trail seconds later.

She sucks in a breath, both from excitement and nervousness, sensing it in the tightness of her body. “You have nothing to worry about, cariño. I would never hurt you.” As the words are aired, I know they’re untrue. No matter how we leave this, it’ll scar us, creating a festering wound that’ll eat at us for years to come.

“I know,” she moans.

She trusts without cause, more than any person has in my life, tightening my throat as I choke on the unfamiliar sensation. I swallow around the emotion and continue to caress her because backing out now would only leave bigger wounds. Besides, stopping is no longer an option, she’s unleashed the pent-up desire I’ve shoved down deep, short-circuiting all normal thought process. Only one goal remains, and that’s getting between her legs, and marking her as mine… forever.

She digs her nails into my skin when she wraps her arms around me, branding me with her touch, and claiming her male.

“You’re perfecta, muneca.” I brush the words against her belly as I kiss and lick every part of her body.

She breathes in sharply and lets out a sexy ass moan, breaking the last of my willpower.