My smart girl 3. Rewriting our stars

When he looked at me like that—unconsciously or deliberately biting his velvety lips to hide the smile in their corners—I wanted to lick him from head to toe, paying special attention to what was below his abs. But I understood that a hospital room was hardly the best place for bedroom games under the covers, even though it was already deep into the night and unlikely anyone would peek in at this hour. Still, although Jay was clearly not against being licked in all the strategically important places, under his hypnotic and unbearably tender gaze I ended up blushing so hard that I could only slide my fingers under his turtleneck and run them over all eight perfect abs. Even from that innocent touch, he shuddered and began breathing faster, which threw my own breathing into chaos too. Our eyes met, and heat washed over me when he repeated my question in a hoarse whisper: “Why… aren’t you kissing me?” But he didn’t let me answer. He gently gripped my chin with his fingers and authoritatively pulled me to him, covering my lips with his own in a greedy, almost desperate kiss. It let me fully feel that he was going just as crazy from the forbidden desires we couldn’t act on right now. I quietly moaned into his mouth, losing myself again and again in his passion. I gently pushed his chest, making him lie on his back, but he pulled me along with him, never breaking the embrace or the kiss. I finally decided on this small act of forbidden madness—my fingertips were literally burning, demanding contact with his hot velvety skin, just like my lips that he was kissing so unrestrainedly. It took enormous effort (and more than one try) to tear myself away from him. When I finally managed it—accompanied by a disappointed half-moan that escaped his lips—I slid my mouth down his chin, leaving the lightest kisses along his perfect jawline and lower. I rose on my hands and once again froze, admiring him: his soft, slightly parted lips that he was unconsciously biting to calm his breathing, and his thick, fluttering eyelashes that now hid from me that same magical dark fire always burning in the depths of his eyes—so I wouldn’t burn up in it completely. I smiled, stroking his cheek, and began trailing kisses down his neck. Jay exhaled raggedly and tightened his grip on my waist even more, reminding me that even from below, he was still completely in control—as always. So I’d better hurry up with licking his abs before my beloved husband seized the initiative and did something even bolder with me—something definitely not allowed in a hospital. Taking a deep breath, I slid my fingers over his chest, hooked the hem of his black turtleneck, and slowly pulled it upward. I leaned over him with a playful smile, anticipating what was coming. Of course, Jay chose exactly that moment to open his hypnotic eyes. His gaze alone made me gasp, and his hoarse half-whisper finished the job: “Come on, baby… be braver…” That invitation was more than enough. I leaned down, never taking my eyes off the magical bottomless depths of his beloved eyes, and tenderly touched my lips to the hot velvety skin just above the waistband of his jeans. I left fluttering, almost weightless kisses on the abs that had been driving me crazy for so long. Then I teasingly traced the firm, sharply defined cubes above his belt buckle with the tip of my tongue. Jay barely noticeably shuddered, closed his eyes, and bit his lip again—clearly trying to hold himself back from doing something much bolder and far more indecent than what married couples usually do at night in their bedrooms. Something I desperately wanted too. But he didn’t move, though out of the corner of my eye I saw his hands clench into fists, crumpling the sheet, and his breathing grow even faster. His reaction gave me the courage I always lost when he hypnotized me with those magical dark eyes I helplessly drowned in. I repeated the same with the other perfect cubes—all the ones above—fulfilling exactly what had been said. But Jay clearly thought it wasn’t enough. My suspicions were immediately confirmed by his hoarse whisper: “Kitten… I really don’t want to pressure you, but… is that all?” A familiar mischievous, hooligan half-smirk touched his lips, and everything inside me melted and burned away all the safety locks responsible for common sense. *Oh really? Not enough? Well, hold on, darling! Two can play this game.* Hovering over this arrogantly smirking guy (who had somehow become my husband), I breathed into his softly curved, slightly mocking lips: “And what else did you want, dear?..” *Mom always told me: don’t play with fire, silly girl, you’ll get burned… But when has that ever stopped me?* Though it seemed I really shouldn’t have started this, because… Jay’s hands instantly clamped possessively around my waist, locking it in a steel grip. He pulled me almost flush against him and growled hoarsely into my parted, breathless lips: “I would… want everything I did to you in my bedroom on your birthday… but I’m afraid if you do what I want right now, they’ll kick both of us out of the clinic for violating the rules.” Just the memory of everything that had happened between us in his bedroom that magical night sent a shiver through me and made everything inside sweetly clench. At the same time, I desperately wanted to laugh at his words. I buried my face in his chest, laughing as I grumbled: “Kick us out of the clinic? Why?” Jay smirked, then buried his fingers in my hair and stroked the back of my head, purring hoarsely in my ear: “Because… if I feel your sweet lips on what’s below your favorite abs and also wants to be licked, the entire floor will know about it… I’ve never liked holding back my moans…” *Oh God, Jay… is it really okay to do this to my weak heart?* “And then… you won’t have any clothes left, and you won’t be able to hold back either, because I’ll do everything in my power to make sure of it… and… most likely… we’ll end up in a very compromising situation, sweetheart…” he added in a temptingly hoarse whisper, catching my earlobe with his lips and gently biting it. A current shot through me to the tips of my fingers. I dropped my head onto his shoulder with a quiet moan, thereby proving his point—I definitely wouldn’t be able to restrain myself. In truth… I was already barely holding back from pouncing on this reckless, wild, unbearable… beloved hooligan, who could drive me crazy with just his smiles and hoarse whispers, forcing me to acknowledge and act out all my darkest, boldest desires—desires I hadn’t even suspected until he became their cause. And I… wanted him to do to me again everything we did at night in his dark bedroom. I wanted it so much that my hands were shaking and my breathing was ragged from the mere thought of it. But this bandit—with his deep, seductive voice that gave me tachycardia and, well… sinful thoughts (I caught my hand already reaching for his fly)—looked perfectly calm, like a sated, phlegmatic python, smiling so carefree that it was… simply outrageous! Taking a deep breath to calm down at least a little and (as I hoped) discreetly moving my treacherous hand away from his groin, I shook my head and gave him a reproachful look from under my lashes. In response, my passionate Jaymeo only raised a dark eyebrow in mocking question, deliberately teasing and throwing down another challenge. “You… are crazy, Jay… just crazy,” I grumbled, but my lips still twitched into a smile—thanks to him, I had at least temporarily forgotten about reality. But he smiled and shook his head, cupping my face in his warm palms. He pulled me closer, softly kissed my forehead, and breathed almost inaudibly: “I’m just in love, darling… Madly in love with my little, still incredibly stubborn fawn…” My heart fluttered and clenched at the sincerity of his quiet words—I had no doubt about it. I pressed my cheek to his hand, closed my eyes, and listened to his tender hoarse whisper as he continued: “…who is still shy about her desires… but you can put your little hand back where it was a moment ago, because… I definitely wouldn’t mind feeling it there again…” *Oh Lord… at this rate I definitely won’t survive the night.* Though… dying in the arms of the man I love is probably the best death possible. I bit my lip, trying to cope with the treacherous trembling that had taken over my whole body from his frank confessions. I decided I wouldn’t scold him anymore for this outrageous frivolity (it had long become familiar, there was no point denying it) and only sighed softly, shaking my head again as I drowned in the sparkling warm golden sparks in the eyes opposite me. “Crazy,” I repeated, leaving a light kiss on his beloved lips. Jay just shrugged with a carefree smile and lay back on the pillow, pulling me with him. I let him, comfortably settling on his firm chest, but I couldn’t resist a little revenge. “Do such indecent thoughts really wander around in your head, Mr. Mcfell?” I raised an eyebrow, resting my chin on his shoulder, and smiled lazily—though in reality I was burning to hear every single one of them. And even better—to feel them on me. His dark eyebrows rose in the most provocative way possible, and he didn’t even bother making excuses. He honestly admitted: “You have no idea… how indecent they are, sweetheart…” A deliciously sweet shiver ran through my entire body, reaching even the tips of my fingers. I closed my eyes to calm down at least a little and not rape this insolent provocateur right here and now for shamelessly teasing me with his disgustingly transparent, languid hints. Of course, that was almost an impossible task when the man in bed with me was a real demon from the hottest part of hell named Jay Mcfell. His hot palms slid down my back, stopping at my hips and squeezing them noticeably, once again shamelessly knocking my breathing and pulse out of rhythm. His soft, parted lips pressed to my neck, making me throw my head back and moan helplessly—to his obvious pleasure. “Have you decided… to finally drive me insane?” I breathed almost soundlessly, once again gasping for air. I had long given up on the idea of breathing evenly and calmly—the guy lying beneath me was doing everything to make sure that didn’t happen. Jay smiled slyly, leaving another kiss under my chin, and purred: “I thought I already had…” “This is cruel…” I whined, pressing my forehead to his shoulder and sighing in defeat. “Why, bunny?” A smile crept into his deep hoarse voice like a cat on soft paws, and he gently stroked the back of my head, soothing me. This contrast between passion and unbearable tenderness simply wouldn’t let the fire in my blood die down. “It’s just… we can’t… do everything we want here…” I sighed again and fell silent, enjoying the tender caress of his fingers in my hair like a consolation prize. Though it was so pitifully little compared to what I desperately needed that I wanted to cry. Jay sighed, ruffling the strands on the top of my head with his warm breath, then carefully rolled us over so I was on my back. He smiled slyly—something I already knew usually promised me nothing good—and with one lightning-fast movement pulled off his black turtleneck, revealing his magnificent trained body. My breath caught sharply and my mouth went dry at the gorgeous sight I had missed so much. “But we can still do some things…” he purred hoarsely, once again hovering over me half-naked. In my head, huge neon letters flashed: “Damn, Rose, you are one lucky girl!.. Such a gorgeous guy warms your bed every night…” I didn’t even have time to make a sound before he treated me to another free striptease—just to cheer me up. Truly the perfect guy, perfect man, perfect husband… And honestly, in that moment I envied myself. Jay smirked in satisfaction when he noticed I had once again (and certainly not for the last time) frozen, shamelessly staring at his broad shoulders and sculpted torso, nearly drooling from my slightly open mouth. Taking advantage of my stupor and not wasting time, he authoritatively pulled me to him and whispered right against my lips before claiming them with his own and robbing my head of all thoughts: “It’s better this way, right? Come here, baby… I’ve been starving for you…” And it really was better… much, much better… to feel him so close, when the only barriers between our bodies were the thin fabric of my shirt and his jeans. He pressed against me so tightly that I could feel all of him. Closer… hotter… more explicit… sweeter… and so damn hot—in the literal sense, because Jay was always so hot that his velvety skin almost burned me even through clothing, which now felt like a completely unnecessary, irritating obstacle between me and my beloved. But I didn’t mind at all. I continued burning together with him in his strong, familiar embrace, absorbing his warmth with every cell during these endlessly long winter nights. And this night was no exception. Actually… it was. Because now Jay was kissing me so passionately and sensually, forgetting the carefulness with which he had treated me all this time, that I completely lost myself in him. I answered his deep, drowning kisses feverishly, almost suffocating under his lips, completely forgetting where we were. “What… are you doing?” I whispered with a smile when he finally pulled back a little, letting me breathe again. I stroked his cheeks with the tips of my trembling fingers. He answered with what I had already felt with my whole body: “Driving you crazy, Bambi…” Jay purred hoarsely, leaning toward me again. And he succeeded—one thousand percent. My hands seemed to start living their own life, wandering over his broad back and shoulders, squeezing, stroking, and rediscovering every millimeter of his scorching-hot skin. I buried my fingers in the soft dark hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer and closer, practically pressing him into myself, while his lips hotly caressed mine—finishing one kiss only to immediately start another. He gave me only a second’s respite to catch a breath before dragging me back to the bottom of the deep, dark, tender waters of our feelings, making me drown in them and in him without regret, never wanting to surface again. I felt him trembling with barely restrained desire, felt his ragged breathing, felt how fast and hard his heart was beating under my palms—and from that, I felt… truly happy. Damn… I missed this so much… And it seemed I only fully realized it now. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had seen my husband without a shirt. An unforgivable oversight. But all coherent thoughts flew out of my head when I felt a new, hot, wet kiss on my neck. I arched toward him, dragging my nails hard down his spine. A low, hoarse groan escaped Jay’s lips, sending a sweet shiver deep inside my body and waking up every peacefully sleeping butterfly within me. My husband’s velvety lips slid down my neck to my collarbones, kissing every millimeter of exposed skin. His hot palm pulled the thin shirt off my shoulder and gently squeezed my breast, making me moan so sweetly and openly that it apparently blew the last of his restraint. Just as his hot, skilled caresses had done to me. “Bambi… fuck… you have no idea what you do to me… and it looks like the only one who’s completely lost his mind here is me…” Jay rasped, pressing his whole body against me and revealing with that single action the full force of the desire burning him from the inside. His voice—already velvety and hoarse—seemed to become even lower and deeper. I gasped convulsively, once again trying (and of course failing again) to calm my completely shattered breathing, and stroked his cheek with trembling fingers, carefully brushing the unruly dark strand that had fallen into his eyes. “Not the only one, Jay…” I whispered almost soundlessly. “…this sweet madness… has long been shared between the two of us… And I don’t regret anything, do you hear me? Not with you… Because you are the best thing that has ever happened to me in this life…” He froze and seemed to even stop breathing upon hearing it. Then his eyes flared with tender dark fire. He leaned down and left an unbearably gentle kiss on my lips: “You are my life, baby… Never forget that.”