CHAPTER SEVEN
WADE
DO I WANT TO GIVE it up? The money? What will I do with the firm? What will happen to The Meat Market? They need the income as much as I do.
A thousand questions race through my head. But there’s only one answer.
I reach out for her and tug her against me. “Yes.”
Her eyes widen, and she pulls her lower lip under her teeth for a moment before releasing it. “Really?”
A storm rages in the blue depths, and I know it will take some time to convince her things with us are different. But I’m willing to put in the time and the effort. She’s fucking worth it. I just hope she gives me the chance to show her how serious I am.
The Meat Market is my past. She’s my present and future.
Finally.
No more waiting. I kiss her, pouring everything I want to say into the single action. Her tongue tangles with mine, and this time, her fingers curl into my shirt, and she drags me even closer. Whatever reservations she may have had, they seem to have been supplanted by the fire burning between us, at least for the time being.
My hands slide down her small frame until I’m gripping her thighs. She doesn’t need any encouragement. She jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist, grinding her core against my rock-hard cock.
Sweet fuck…
I don’t want to tear my lips from hers, give her any reason to stop doing what she’s doing to me. But there’s information I need. Important information. So, I pry myself away from her. Her eyes fly open and search mine.
“Bedroom?” I grin at her, and she laughs, nodding her head backward toward a hallway behind her.
It’s all the direction I need.
Every step I take toward her bedroom crushes my cock against her heat. Even through our clothes, it’s scorching. I can’t remember the last time I wanted a woman this badly. The last two years have made me forget what it’s like to truly want someone. It’s a heady mix of unrestrained lust and uncontrollable frenzy.
I stumble halfway down the hall, our kiss fogging my head and making walking nearly impossible. Pushing her against the wall seems like the best course of action if I want to stay on my feet. Although, the floor of the hallway would work for what I have in mind…maybe a bit tough on the knees, though.
Wall seems to be the lesser of two evils, plus it’s closer.
She gasps when her back hits the drywall, and she breaks our kiss to pull back and look at me. “Why’d you stop?”
“Because I can’t wait another ten feet to be inside you.”
JOSETTE
His words, along with the friction against my clit from his walk down the hallway, almost have me coming on the spot.
I don’t know if it’s just been too long since I’ve had sex, or if it’s because of the way Wade throws me off balance, but any reservations I had about being with him have flown the coop. It’s probably not smart. As a lawyer, I should be more analytical. But I’m sick of analyzing Wade and his motives.
The only thing that matters right now is my very wet pussy and his very hard cock. Everything else can wait until later.
My hands move to the button of his jeans in a split-second, and his mouth descends on mine again.
Dammit.
Why are these damn buttons so fucking hard to unhook?
He chuckles against my lips and pushes me harder into the wall with his chest before moving his hands down to assist me. I clutch his hips between my thighs until his palms return to support my thighs.
Lips connect with the heated skin on my neck, and I grind against him. He sucks against the throbbing pulse there, and a bolt of electricity shoots straight to my clit.
One of his hands moves down to the waistband of my yoga pants. “We need to get these off you.”
I nod my agreement and wiggle my hips to assist him as he pulls the fabric down my thighs.
My feet fall to the floor just long enough for him to bend and fully remove them and then shove his jeans and boxers down before I’m back up and pressed against the wall with his mouth on mine. The length of his dick presses against the very thin material of my thong. I reach down and capture it in my hand.
Holy hell.
I know I haven’t seen or felt a dick in a long time, but this is far from average. Not that anything about Wade is. Just the thought of having this hunk of meat inside me has my core pulsing and clenching.
He groans against my lips then moves his mouth across my cheek to my ear. “God, Jo, you are so fucking beautiful. You’re driving me crazy.”
My lips find his ear, and I lick around the lobe, savoring the twitch of his cock in my hand and the shudder that rolls through his body. “Ditto, counselor.”
“Fuck!” He pulls his head back and takes my face in his hand. “Say that again.”
“Say what?”
He grins and tilts my head back, then presses his lips to mine. “Call me counselor.”
The giggle tumbles from my mouth, and I can barely get the words out. “Whatever you want, counselor.”
With a chuckle, he pulls back slightly and quirks an eyebrow at me. How the hell does he make that look so damn sexy? “Whatever I want? That’s a dangerous statement, Attorney Westmore.”