Free If I Return by Sawyer Bennett, The 12 NAs of Christmas Page B

breastbone.
    “Hope... I’ll be leaving soon and I don’t know what fate has in store for me. Please come to my room with me. We don’t have to have sex. I just want to hold you, talk to you, and be reminded of all the wonderful things I’ll be leaving behind. I promise... no more brush offs. It was stupid and I underestimated how much you have gotten under my skin in such a short time. Please... say yes.”
    His words float over me like a warm, summer breeze, wrapping me in a peaceful feeling. I step into his body and wrap my arms around his waist, laying my head on his chest.
    “Okay. Let’s go back to the original plan and make the most out of these last two nights.”
     
     

     
    I step out of Jack’s bathroom and find him lying on the bed, the covers pulled up to his waist and his bare chest is magnificent. He’s flipping channels on the TV.
    He turns to look at me and pats the bed beside him. “I’m trying to find a good movie for us to watch. Come get under the covers.”
    I walk around the bed and slide in next to him, leaning back against a pillow-lined headboard. After a few moments of channel surfing, he finds Forrest Gump on TNT.
    “I love this movie,” he proclaims.
    I do, too, but I’m not interested in it right now. Turning in the bed to look at him, I say, “What are you doing, Jack?”
    He looks at me in surprise. “Watching a movie with you. And if you snuggle up next to me, it will make it that much better.”
    Sitting up all the way, I make quick work of slinging one leg over Jack’s lap and then I’m straddling him. His hands automatically come up to grip my hips and his eyes shimmer with hunger.
    “What are you doing?” His words come out softly.
    Placing my hands on his chest, I lean forward and kiss the corner of his mouth. Pulling back, I look him dead in the eye. “I’m making the most of our time left together. Forrest Gump has no room in this bed. We have more important things to do.”
    His fingers flex into my hips, pushing me down onto the bulge I feel growing harder by the moment. “I just want you to know... it’s not just been about sex for me this week. I mean, don’t get me wrong... it’s been phenomenal, mind-blowing sex, but it’s more. You’re more. I’m happy to just lay here and watch movies with you.”
    The honesty of his words shoots a piercing arrow through my heart, because they continue to make it that much harder for me to walk away in the end. I give him a gentle smile and lean forward to kiss him softly. “I know, Jack. I know.”
    Pushing up from his chest with my hands, I stand up on the bed, my feet planted on either side of his hips. His large hands circle around my calves, holding me steady as he looks up at me in amusement. “Now what are you doing?”
    Pulling my t-shirt over my head, I say, “Getting naked.”
    He watches me silently, particularly when I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and start sliding them down my legs. His eyes glaze over a bit. When they drop to my calves, he steadies me by holding onto my legs so I can lift first one leg, then the other to kick them off me.
    Now I’m standing over him on the bed, completely naked and vulnerable to his stare. He licks his lips and runs his hands up the insides of my legs. When he reaches the apex, he slides his finger through my folds and I jerk from the ecstasy of that small touch, almost losing my balance. With one hand latched onto a thigh, he keeps me standing in place while he rubs between my legs with slow, lazy strokes.
    “Jack,” I gasp. “It’s your turn to get naked.”
    I feel him kicking at the sheets and look down as they slide from his lower body. He’s already naked.
    “Put a condom on,” I tell him. “I want to watch you do it.”
    He turns slightly in the bed to angle toward the bedside table, pulling a single packet out. I watch intently as he rips it open and smoothes it over his hard length. The fact that he strokes himself a few times