Blissful volume 3 (New Adult Romance) (4 page)

Turning my head, I see Amy standing in the doorway with a tray in her hands.

“Hey, you awake?” she whispers.

I groan, indicating that I am, but I’m still tired. Guess I haven’t slept much at all.

She shuts the door with her foot and comes up to me. It smells like carrots in here. She holds the bowl in front of my nose and makes humming noises.

“Like pumpkin soup? I made it for you,” she says.

Oh, pumpkin. Well, it sure smells like carrots, but pumpkin soup is even better. I can’t believe she made this. Rose used to make this for me all the time when I was still working on the ranch. I’d come home and have a delicious evening meal. This makes me reminisce of those times. Maybe I could have that life again. A family life with a girl who loves me.

Maybe.

I sit up straight and rub my eyes. Amy sits down on my bed and puts the tray on my legs.

“Looks delicious,” I say. She waits until I put the spoon into my mouth. It’s hot, but very spicy and good. Much better than what I remember it to be.

“This is good!” I say.

“You think?”

I nod and slurp up some more. My stomach is growling, and I could
use some food to keep it quiet. Amy just keeps looking at me with each sip I take.

“You
gonna stay here?” I ask, wondering why she keeps looking at me like that.

A flush appears on her cheeks. “I just wanted to take the tray back with me when you’re done, so I thought I’d wait.”

“Oh …” I say with one eyebrow raised and a coy smile on my face. I know it’s a lie. I can tell by her nervous smile. She’s using the food as an excuse to watch me eat and be with me for a little longer. It’s cute, though.

Besides,
I don’t want her to leave either.

When I’m done, I put the tray aside and lick my lips to get off the last bit of soup. “Thanks.”

“No problem. I love cooking here. You have a lot of utensils. I don’t even have that much at home.”

Hmm, yeah that’s because of Rose. But the way she says home, irks me though. It’s like she misses it
, and it scares me, because I don’t want her to go away. I want her to stay with me.

I grab her hand and squeeze it, letting her know I appreciate her.

She smiles, slightly. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for being so obnoxious about your … drinks. I didn’t know, but now that I do, I totally understand.” She grabs the tray and puts it on the nightstand.

I frown.
“What? You mean about Rose?”

She turns her head away and nods. I guess she’s just as afraid to talk about it as I am. Mentioning the past usually brings up painful memories that are better left alone. I can see it in her eyes that she’s afraid I’ll get hurt if we even talk about it. I feel like an asshole for constantly thinking about Rose, even though Amy is here and alive. And she wants me.

I pull her close and say, “Hey. Look at me.”

She turns her head toward me, and I can see the concern in her eyes.
Probably feeling shitty about what she’s done after hearing about my wife. I should’ve told her sooner. She shouldn’t have to go through all this.

“It’s okay. You did what you had to do. I get it. It’s fucking stupid of me to be drinking, I know that.” I sigh, preparing for another promise I’m about to make, which I know I probably won’t be able to keep. But I can try. “I promise I’ll stay away from the alcohol.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I want to become a better man for Maddy. She needs a dad who’s there for her.”

Amy suddenly jumps forward and surprises me by throwing her arms around my neck. I gasp as she pushes herself onto me and her firm boobs are pressed against my chest. Just the idea of having her so close is making my cock stiff again.

Fuck.

When she releases me again, she looks me in the eye, and her pupils dilate. Her cheeks grow rosy, and she says, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to squash you there. I’m just happy you say that.”

She clears her throat. “I’ll get off now.”

I grab her arm. “No, please, don’t. Stay with me.”

She gapes at me with a flustered look on her face. I realize my fingers are clenched around her too tightly, so I let go again. “Sorry. I just … Can you please stay for a bit longer?”

She bites her lip in a way that makes my insides burn with lust. “Um … I don’t know. Why? Do you want to talk about something?”

I know she knows what I mean and what I’m thinking. She just doesn’t want to admit it. I can see it in her eyes. She thinks it’s futile to begin anything, because my heart still belongs to someone else. She’s wrong.

“No. I want to be with you,” I say. I inch forward and put my hand on her back.

Goose bumps start crawling onto her as my fingers dwindle off to her waist and pull her closer to me.

I’ve been thinking about it ever since I saw her face since waking up in the hospital. She’s the one who saved me. Not only from the water, but from myself, too. And I want to change the way I am. I want to change my life. I want it to be better, and with her it can.

“
I want to kiss you,” I mutter.

I lean in closer and look into her eyes. She doesn’t lean in too, but she’s not withdrawing either. She’s waiting for me. Waiting until I make my decision and decide what I want. What I want is her.

I put my lips on hers, and they’re as sweet as I can remember. It’s what I need and desire the most. To love someone again, and to feel the warmth of being loved again. And I don’t care if it’s not right or that it’s just lust. I need this now, and that’s all that matters.

Chapter 4

Amy

Kissing him has been on my mind since we came home today. Even after all that shit that happened between us, I still want to be with him. I just can’t stay away. No matter how many times I tell myself this isn’t good, I can’t stop wanting him.

Just looking at him makes me ooze with pure want.

He’s just so damn sweet and sexy. A caring man, who had to stumble his way through a rough life. A proud man, who’s afraid to admit he can’t handle his problems alone. A kind and gentle man, who stole my heart. His flaws make him perfect.

But his lips are cold, so cold they create goose bumps on my skin.

I take my
mouth off his. “You’re as cold as ice.”

He bites his lip to hide a sneaky smile. “Warm me up then.”

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him, but I push away again. “You’re really cold, Jack. Jesus, this isn’t good.”

He sighs. “I don’t feel it.”

“I do. C’mon,” I say, and I pull him out of the bed. “We need to get you under the shower. Some hot water will get you up to temperature again. And why were you sleeping without a blanket anyway?”

He
chuckles from my jabbering, but lets me drag him along anyway. I open the door and get him inside before closing it behind me.

“You
gonna wait here ‘till I get naked or something?” he says.

“What?” I stammer.

I hadn’t really thought about it before, but now that I’m looking at him I realize he’s still dressed. Of course. To get under the water, one must get naked. Sometimes I feel like a drooling little girl. He has to take off his clothes, and I’m still here. What am I doing here?

He turns around with a smirk on his face and stays put in the middle of the bathroom, arms folded. “So, you want a peepshow or something?”

Heat rises to my head, and I know my cheeks are glowing red. “No, of course not.”

I quickly turn around and put my hand on the door handle, but then his hand suddenly presses firmly against the door. His arm is beside me and I’m staring at a bulk of muscles, so firm, I want to touch it.

I swallow.

Shit, these hormones are driving me crazy with lust.

Jack’s chest presses against my back and I can hear him inhale. He smells me, his nose close to my hair. When he exhales it sounds as though he’s relaxing, but his hand is still jammed against the door, pinning me between both.

I gasp when his finger grazes my neck and brushes aside my hair. His finger is cold and yet it heats me up to my core.
When his lips make contact with my skin I gasp.

He’s so smooth and his kisses are to die for. The way he presses them softly onto my shoulder and neck makes me feel like a precious prize.
As if I’m all he wants.

As much as I want him.

I let go of the door handle. His hand slips off the door and drifts to my waist. He’s taking a hold of me, and I can’t resist. I don’t even try anymore.

“Stay with me,” Jack whispers into my ear. It sends electric shocks through my spine. “I want to be close to you.”

My heartbeat rises as he works his way up my neck and nibbles my earlobe. He pushes himself against me, and his growing pants are unmistakable. Oh, yes, I can definitely feel him and his desire.

He tugs my body
, and my feet move without me having any control over them. It’s as if my mind is blank and my body is running on pure lust. I’m not sure whether it’s right or wrong, especially not because of his past, but I can’t stop wanting him and more of this. His love is so affectionate, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Tender and passionate. He provides what I’ve been missing for so long. I need him like a drug.

Hooking his fingers underneath my shirt, he pulls it over my head, and it drops to the floor.
His rough fingers linger on my arms and smooth down toward my armpits. He holds me close, lets me feel his body against mine, as if he wants me to feel the closeness between us. As if he’s ready to give me more.

Calloused fingers slip under my bra and harden my nipples. His lips are all over me now, and I let myself go. With a flick
, he unhooks my bra and then jerks down my sweatpants that I put on for comfort. My panties are also suddenly gone.

A laugh that sounds more like a groan leaves his
mouth. It’s gruff, so manly, and it makes me wet. He helps me get out of my shoes before letting his fingers slide all the way up to my butt, leaving tingling sensations everywhere. God, this is good. I want more of this. Every day.

One quick jerk and his pants are down, too. Now we’re both naked, and hot and bothered.

I don’t dare turn around, afraid I might faint if I see his naked body. Not that I have any say in it. With his strong hands, he’s already turned me around and steadies me with his strong arms. Pressing me against his chest, he locks his lips on mine.

His soft but cold lips are eager and hunger for more, but he stops quickly when I feel his erection prod my thighs.
He smiles slyly and it makes me shy, so I turn my eyes away from him, biting my lip. His sweet, salty taste still lingers on me, and it makes me want to lick him for more.

Then I notice the bruises on his muscular arms. I let my fingers glide over the dark green marks, and he frowns.

“From the accident?” I ask.

“I guess.”

“Does it hurt?” I look up at him again, and his eyes are completely focused on mine. As if he’s trying to dig deeper and find something inside me that makes me want him even more.

“Not when you touch me.” He entwines his fingers through mine and brings it up to his lips, leaving a soft peck that sends shivers down my entire body. “I like it when you do.”

Jack yanks the curtain open and pulls me inside the shower. Turning on the faucet, I jolt up from the sudden hot water bursting out. It falls straight into my eyes, and I shut them, and then wash it out.

“Hmm …” I hear Jack murmur.

When I open my eyes again, I spot him staring at my boobs, biting his lip. My nipples are pointing forward, fully erect.

My eyes widen and I immediately cover my breasts with my arms. The heat from the shower isn’t hot anymore, now that I’m burning up.

He stares at me, blinking, like he’s confused. All I can do is feel embarrassed that I was so exposed. I’m not used to it. Especially not with a hot guy like himself.

God … he looks delicious.

Taut muscles, beads of water running down his trained body like a rivulet, a hard abdomen, full of raw muscles that scream to be touched, and scorching eyes that light me on fire.

He grasps my arms and steps closer while nudging them aside. “Don’t hide yourself from me.”
Intently, he stares me down until I give up and let him win. A smirk appears on his face as he notices my eyes dwindle to his pectorals. I’m all wired up.

He kisses my neck, and I’m swept away again. His tongue moves skillfully up to my earlobe, leaving nibbles on the way. “Let me see you. The entire you. Your beauty. E
verything. I want it.” He leaves kisses everywhere, as if he can’t get enough, but then he stops and rests his chin on my shoulder. “God … how much I want you to be my everything.” With those last words, he retreats and moves back under the shower head. Letting the water cascade down onto him, he sighs and rubs his hands over his face.

He’s right in front of me, wearing nothing but his nude self, and all I can do is gape. Of course I can’t help but glance at the length that’s between his legs. I hadn’t seen it last time, and the thickness of it makes me gulp.