Groaning into her mouth, I deepen the kiss as I lift her onto the counter. It’s only on rare occasions I get to take her anywhere I want now. I don’t mind Rupert living here—he’s a great guy—but I do miss the spontaneity our sex life once had.
My hands travel up her sides, taking her shirt as I go.
‘What about Rupert?’ she enquires when I draw back from the kiss, pulling her shirt over her head.
‘He’s having drinks with some of the guys from work. He won’t be home until later.’
‘I love how well he’s fitted into your company,’ she says, reaching behind herself to hastily remove her bra.
‘And I love you,’ I reply as my hands cover her magnificent tits.
‘Oh Brock,’ she moans the moment I replace one hand with my mouth. I’ll never get my fill of her.
‘Wrap your legs around me,’ I command. When she does, I lift her, carrying her over to the island in the middle of the kitchen. Laying her down, I step back and pull her yoga pants down her incredible legs. I wanted to give her the gift first, but that will have to wait now. She always manages to distract me.
Dropping her pants to the floor, my fingers trail a path over the silk fabric of her panties. A growl forms in the back of my throat when she arches her back and pushes her hips towards my hand. I crave her so much sometimes it scares me. Entwining my finger and thumb in the side of her underwear, I tear them easily from her body before shoving them into my pocket. Even though Jade lives with me now, my obsession with ripping off her panties hasn’t diminished in the slightest. I’ve set up an account for her at the lingerie store. It’s an expensive habit, but it’s worth every fucking cent.
I delve my fingers into her sweetness and she whimpers at the contact, throwing her head back. The noises she makes are like music to my ears. My cock is so hard it strains painfully against my pants. Since we’re alone, I wanted to take my time with her, but my good intentions have flown out the window. I need to be inside her more than I need my next breath.
I pull down my zip and free myself before drawing her to the edge of the bench. I slide inside her heaven as she wraps her legs tightly around my waist. Moving my hands behind her body I draw her torso to mine. Pulling my hips back slightly, I push all the way inside her again. I can feel her tits pressed firmly against my chest through my shirt as my mouth crashes into hers. I need skin against skin, but I don’t have time to remove my clothes. I’m too lost in these incredible feelings she gives me.
‘I love you so much,’ she whispers against my lips, making mine curve into a smile.
She doesn’t tell me often, but when she does, it’s amazing. I can’t even find the words for how it makes me feel.
After we shower, we head back downstairs for dinner. I still use Erika for the housekeeping and shopping, but Jade cooks all the meals. I wouldn’t have it any other way—I love her cooking. Her talents are endless.
‘I made the most amazing caramel and apple tarts in class today,’ she says, when I take a seat at the breakfast bar so I can watch her as she prepares our food. ‘We’re going to have them for dessert.’
Shit, that reminds me—the surprise.
‘You know I’m going to get fat eating all these sweets you keep bringing home.’
‘Never. I’m more than happy to help you work off the extra calories.’ She gives me a knowing look, and my cock stirs again. If she keeps this up, we’ll never eat.
‘You enjoy those classes, don’t you?’ I ask, trying to change the subject. If I don’t, this conversation will only end one way—more sex. Rising from the bar stool, I pick up my suit jacket.
‘I do,’ she replies smiling as she glances over her shoulder. I love seeing her happy. She’s a different person to the woman I met all those months ago. She’s more carefree.
After stashing the envelope in the back pocket of my jeans, I clutch the small pouch in my hand as I approach her. Standing behind her, I dangle it in front of her eyes.
‘What’s that?’ she asks, turning to face me.
‘It’s a gift. I bought it for you today.’
Her gaze moves between the pouch in my hand and my face as she smiles.
‘Open it,’ I say, laying it in her palm.
‘Wow … it’s beautiful.’ She gazes down at the round glass locket in her hand.
‘It’s a memory locket. You said you wanted to make beautiful memories with me, so I thought this would be a great way to keep a record of them. I’ve already added a few charms to get you started.’
‘Brock,’ she whispers as her eyes meet mine. ‘I—I don’t know what to say.’