Furever Yours (9 page)

When
Jade trudged into Emily’s apartment the next day, she was so exhausted she
nearly collapsed right then and there on the floor. She’d hardly slept last
night—so worried about the baby, on top of the sickness and the grueling
workday—she could barely stand.

            Wearily,
she dropped her bags on the coffee table and flopped down onto the couch,
groaning with relief as she finally took some of the strain off her poor,
overworked body. Emily was gone, at some kind of social function for her PR job,
so Jade had the entire apartment to herself
—not
that this was necessarily a good thing because it meant being alone with her
thoughts.

            Between
approving scripts, revising storyboards, and going in and out of meetings with
the client and her bosses, her mind had still somehow found time to pepper her
with anxiety. Should she get an abortion after all? What was she going to do if
she couldn
’t find Dawson? Would
she have to hire a babysitter full time so she could continue to do her job, or
did she need to find employment that was better suited for a single mother?
Maybe John would allow her to bring the baby to work. Maybe her grandparents
would be willing to help her take care of it.

           
I could go back to work at the resort,
she’d thought at one point.
I could raise
the baby there—by myself.

            Except
that she
’d be constantly reminded of
Dawson everywhere she looked if she lived at the resort, and that would drive
her crazy.

           
I should hire a PI,
she thought to herself
, get someone to track
his luscious ass down so I can talk to him.

            That
was a plausible idea. An expensive one but
,
in this case, probably worth the cash. She’d have to look into that tomorrow
when she was feeling better.

            Decided,
she finally let the exhaustion tugging at her brain drag her down into the
depths of sleep. She enjoyed several hours of blissful nothingness before a
loud knock at the door jolted her awake.

           
Jesus
,
she thought to herself, rolling onto her side and away from the door. She was
so not up to answering the door for one of Emily’s friends. Maybe if she
ignored it, the knocking would go away.

            But
, the knocking continued, off and on, for
several minutes.

           
"Hello?” A male voice called. “Is anyone
home? I’m looking for Jade Garcia!”

            Jade
shot straight up, her heart thundering in her chest at the sound of the
familiar voice.
No way,
she thought, but she jumped to her feet, joy
and relief and anxiety racing through her all at once.
It couldn’t be him.

           
Flinging the door open, she froze, staring at
Dawson’s handsome face.

            "Oh
my God.
” She gaped at him for several
seconds, still trying to come to terms with the fact that he was standing in
front of her door. Well, actually, it was Emily’s door, which made it all the
more confounding. “How did you find me?”

            Dawson
arched a brow in that sexy way of his and folded his arms across his muscular
chest. He was wearing jeans
, a red
t-shirt and a black leather jacket—quite a change from the winter gear
they’d both had to wear back at the resort. “It’s nice to see you, too.”

            Embarrassment
flushed
Jade’s cheeks, and she stepped
inside, suddenly feeling awkward. She’d envisioned flinging her arms around
Dawson, telling him how happy she was to see him, about the baby, and how he
was going to be a father—but nerves overtook her and stole the words out
of her mouth.

            "Why
don
’t you come in,” she said
nervously, stepping aside.

            Disappointment
flashed in his eyes as though he were expecting something more from her, but he
nodded and walked in. She watched him look around the apartment as she locked
the door behind them.

            "Does
your place look anything like this?
”
he asked, turning to her with a quizzical look on his face.

            "No.
” She gave him a lopsided smile. “Mine’s got a
lot less pink and purple on the walls.”

            He
smiled slightly but the curve of his lips faded as they settled onto opposite
ends of the couch.
“Jade,”
he said, his voice low and full of hurt. “I’m just trying to understand what
happened between us. I thought we were having such a great time, you and I...
and then the next thing I knew you were gone without so much as a goodbye.” His
silver eyes shone brightly. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you
since.”

            "I...
” Jade didn’t know what to say. The enormity of
what she’d done hit her full force, and she wanted to die from shame. This was
the kind of thing women cursed men for all the time... loving and leaving them,
and yet, she’d just done it to a guy who was so hot he should be illegal and
who actually seemed to genuinely like and care about her. “How did you find
me?”

            He
scowled.
“I got your phone number from
your grandmother. But, since it was your landline, I couldn’t get anyone on the
phone. I've got a PI friend, though, and he tracked you down for me.”

            Jade
’s first instinct was to be angry until she
remembered that she’d just been having the same thoughts. “You know, it’s
funny,” she said slowly. “I was just thinking about getting some help to track
you down myself.” She smiled a little. “But, it looks like you were way ahead
of me.”

            Dawson
grinned, scooting closer to her.
“I
aim to please.” He gathered her into his arms, and she sighed a little as she
pressed her cheek against his chest. Heat curled low in her belly from being in
such close proximity to him, and when he lifted her chin and brought his lips
to hers, she didn’t even try to resist.

            Hunger
swept through her, hot and fierce
,
as he nipped at her lower lip with his teeth. She fisted her hands in his hair
and held him tight, crushing her mouth to his. Her tongue tangled with his, and
a ripple of satisfaction went through her as she heard him groan.

           
“God, I missed you,” he rasped, sliding his
hands up her body. She moaned as he palmed her breasts through her bra. One
hand slid around her waist to tug her into his lap, and she straddled him as he
quickly worked the buttons on her blouse, his fingers fumbling. It slid free of
her shoulders to pool around her elbows, and he lifted her breasts free of her
bra, crushing the fabric beneath the heavy, tender mounds so he could take one
in his mouth.

            "Oh
God,
” she moaned as he licked and
suckled. His tongue swirled around her nipple, then flicked back and forth
across it, driving her wild. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and rocked
against him, heedless of everything else except the need to feel his mouth
against her skin.

            He
lifted his dark head to gaze up at her with his molten silver eyes.
“Kiss me,” he demanded.

            As
she did, he popped the top button on her jeans and slid them down to her knees
along with her panties. Cool air brushed between her legs, drawing attention to
the moisture gathered there, and she whimpered a little against his mouth. The
whimpering grew louder when the air was replaced by his fingers, the tips
gliding against her folds.

            He
nipped her bottom lip, then drew back a little.
“I
want you to bite me.”

            Confusion
widened her eyes, and she would have jerked back if not for the fact that his
fingers were doing wicked things to her between her legs.
“Bite you?”

            He
leaned his head back and angled his neck.
“Here.
It’s a sensitive spot. Just start kissing me there. You’ll know what to do.”

            Hesitant,
she leaned forward and brushed her lips against the spot he
’d indicated, where a tendon ran up along his
shoulder and connected with his neck. She pressed her lips against the spot and
felt his muscle twitch. A smile curved her lips, and she flicked her tongue
out, tasting sweat.

            "Yeah,
” he groaned, sliding a finger inside her, and
she moaned, momentarily forgetting what she was doing. “Don’t stop.”

            It
was hard
to stay focused with the way he
kept sliding his finger in and out, but, somehow, Jade managed to enjoy both
giving and receiving pleasure in two very different ways. She licked and teased
the spot on Dawson’s neck and was rewarded with another groan of pleasure when
she sank her teeth and started sucking.

            "God,
” he moaned, and she felt his cock swell beneath
his jeans in response.

           
Wow, he wasn’t kidding when he’d said this was
an erogenous zone for him.
She
licked and sucked for a minute more and then found the zipper on his jeans and
tugged.

            His
cock sprang free of the confines of his clothing, and she wrapped her fingers
around the hard length of him, smiling when he groaned again. Scooting back on
the couch, she lowered her head
to
taste him, sliding her tongue along the small slit at the top, taking his
moisture.

            "Jesus,
” he gasped, his cock jerking against her
tongue. “Jade...”

            Whatever
he was about to say was lost in a strangled gasp as she took his cock into her
mouth. It pulsed against her cheek as she sucked, and she closed her eyes,
savoring the way he tasted. His hands, still damp from playing with her, slid
into her hair and held tight, his groans filling the air like the most erotic
music she
’d ever heard.

            She
lost track of time as she played with his cock, sucking hard, then pulling back
and forth slowly. She released him fully so she could drag her tongue along
his length from base to tip and then swallowed
him whole again so she could swirl it around the shaft. The way he trembled
beneath her—her name on his lips, his eyes bright with need—was
intoxicating. She wanted more of it, all of it.

            Suddenly,
his entire body stiffened, and he yanked her up against him, positioning her
legs around his hips. She cried out as he plunged into her, shock and pleasure
rippling through her, but he gave her no time to adjust, clamping his hands
around her hips in a vice-like grip and bouncing her up and down his shaft. Her
gasps punctuated each hard thrust, shockwaves of pleasure going through her,
each one chasing the other on its heels until finally it was all just one huge
wave of orgasmic pleasure.

            "Dawson!
” she screamed as the orgasm shook her, clinging
to his shoulders.

            "Oh
yeah,
” he groaned, his hands
clamping around her ass. He thrust a few times more, and then his hot seed
gushed inside her again, his body stiffening as he roared his pleasure.

            Jade
stiffened
, too, but not from pleasure.
She’d been so consumed by the lust that had hit her when Dawson touched her that
she’d completely forgotten about her pregnancy, but the feeling of him coming
inside her reminded her all over again.

            "Jesus,
” he panted, leaning back against the couch. His
eyes, gleaming with satisfaction, roamed over her. “That was great.”

            "Yeah,
” Jade said as his cock, growing flaccid now,
slid free from her, and she scooted back.