My smart girl 3. Rewriting our stars

I was still hiding my face, burying my nose in his warm neck, unable to find the courage to look at him. As always, Jay perfectly sensed my state and didn’t say anything else or rush me. He simply let me soak up his warmth and tenderness to the fullest — his calm strength that always made me feel both weak and strong at the same time. In his dimly lit bedroom, the candles were still burning, softly flickering and spreading a pleasant spicy aroma through the air. At first I hadn’t even noticed it, but now it mixed with the sweet fragrance of rose petals and the heady scent of his body, creating a feeling of complete peace. After some time, Jay finally pulled back a little, leaving a soft kiss on my shoulder. He stroked my cheeks and smiled as he whispered: “So, sunshine, how about a shower and… round two?” “…round... Two?” My eyes widened in shock at his words. I still hadn’t even recovered from the first one. Seeing my reaction, the cheeky brunette chuckled quietly and nuzzled into my neck, breathing out: “God, Bambi… Don’t look at me like that, all scared. I was just suggesting…” Of course he was “just suggesting”… It looked like Mr. McFell had returned to his usual arrogant, teasing self and was already trying to provoke me again. I rolled my eyes and lightly punched his shoulder, grumbling: “Just suggesting, huh… For your information, Doctor Know-It-All, I still haven’t come down from the first round. It seems you actually kept your threat.” I smirked and gave him a meaningful look from under my lashes. He shifted to a more comfortable position, bracing his arms on either side of my face, and raised an eyebrow, purring hoarsely: “What threat, Bambi?” “To fuck me… until I pass out,” I said with the most deadpan expression I could manage. At those words, Mr. Big Dick (also known as Fiery Temper, also known as Jay McFell) burst out laughing. His broad shoulders shook with suppressed laughter as he dropped his forehead to my shoulder again, quietly snorting and apparently unable to stop. “Hey… Stop laughing at me, or I’ll just get up and leave, got it? And get off me already, you’re heavy…” I threatened with a sigh, lazily trying to push his massive body off me. While he was supporting himself on his arms, I didn’t feel his full weight, but now he had relaxed and was lying completely on top of me, still quietly laughing, practically squashing me into the mattress. In response to my complaints, the troublemaker only snorted again and laughed even harder, earning himself another punch to the shoulder and an indignant huff from me. Eventually he rolled onto his side, pulling my heavily sighing self against him. He kissed the top of my messy head, leaned down, and murmured confidentially into my ear: “Trust me, baby, if I had really done that, you wouldn’t even be able to close your legs right now, let alone have a civilized conversation with me… You’d also be breathing like you just ran a marathon. But we still have the whole night ahead of us, and my promise is still in effect.” A wave of heat flared low in my belly at his quiet, seductive words spoken in that deep velvet baritone he always used when we were alone in his bedroom. I closed my eyes for a moment, involuntarily shivering from the sweet wave that surged inside me, and pressed myself even closer to him, unconsciously tracing patterns on his chest with my fingertips. “To be honest… I’m already scared,” I said with a sly smile. “So a second round is probably not in your future, darling…” But he only smiled softly, stroking my back, and brushed his warm lips against my temple, reassuring me: “Don’t worry, kitten… I’m not insisting on anything. Everything will happen only when and how you want it. But we do need to take a shower.” I sighed in dismay and buried my nose in his shoulder, sadly informing him: “I understand, but… I don’t think I can even walk there…” “Why?” the cheeky brunette asked with a smile, lazily running his hand up and down my spine, making me shiver and freeze from the sweet waves of pleasant trembling that followed his touch. “After what you just did to me, my legs won’t hold me,” I admitted, closing my heavy eyelids with a quiet sigh and hugging him tighter so he wouldn’t dare slip off to the shower alone and leave me here in proud solitude. Jay just chuckled in amusement, then trailed lazy kisses from my temples and cheeks down to my lips. Pressing against them, he whispered hoarsely: “Then I’ll carry you, little one… and bathe you myself…” His hot lips met mine — unbearably tender, yet insistent and almost demanding. I moaned softly, parting my lips and arching into him, once again feeling that languid heat awakening in my blood. I realized that if he kept kissing me like this, we wouldn’t make it to any shower. I’d be facing not just a second round, but a third, fourth, and fifth… and then I really wouldn’t be able to close my legs. But to my disappointment, Jay pulled away first — though clearly reluctant. In one smooth, graceful motion he slid off the bed, easily scooped me up into his arms, and smiled as he whispered: “Let’s go take a bath, sweetheart… The night isn’t over yet.”