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Body Talk: An Ex-Navy SEAL Billionaire Romance by Ashlee Price (102)


 

He started to take me towards the bathrooms. I told him no. Jerold had a look on his face like he was going to do it anyways, but then he changed directions and we were heading out the front door. “Really, Jerold, what are you doing?”

Not answering me, he gave the ticket to the valet and told him to hurry up. I was kind of giggling at him, until I saw the look in his eyes and my throat constricted. I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I was lost in the moment, and then he moved in for a kiss. It matched his mood, impatient and a little out of control. I had seen the bit of madness in his eyes, and while I had seen it before, tonight it was as if something wild had been unleashed inside of him.

His mouth was hard, his tongue persistent until I let him in. Letting him back in came with risks, but I knew that I had to give it a shot. I had missed him so much, and my body remembered him well. It wasn’t hard to forget that we were in the front of a restaurant. Only when the valet was somehow beside us did I realize that we were no longer alone.

It took Jerold longer to figure it out, and I had to push back on his chest. “The car.”

He grinned, a grin that was full of mischief and transformed his face. This was the man I remembered, and it made my heart clench a little. I had really been lost without him. I had quickly learned that he was the part of life that I had been missing. There were no more thoughts of Jamie or any of the other guys before him. Jerold was exciting, and I could hear my heart beating a mile a minute when I got in the car.

I thought I would be safe for a while, but before he had pulled away from the curb, his hand had slid between my legs and he was checking for panties. When he found that I wasn’t wearing any, his finger pushed inside of me so quickly that I cried out from the sudden pleasure of it all. I couldn’t believe how ready I was. My eyes closed and I didn’t care that he was driving distracted. As long as he didn’t stop, I didn’t think I was going to care about any of it.

My hand covered his and I pressed down with his fingers. I just needed a little more. He slapped my hand and then my wetness, hard enough to make a sound that echoed in the car. It jolted me a little and made it hard to concentrate. I just need something more. I wanted another slap. His fingers were already wet and felt rather amazing.

“You have been bad, Nicola.”

Another slap and I opened my legs wider. I didn’t care where we were, what we were doing, all I cared about was his hand on me once more. The thought consumed me. I was going to lose it. My hips rose up from the seat, and when his hand came down again, I bit my lip in anticipation. Just a few more times and I was going to lose it. My own hand moved to my breast and I started to play with the nipple through my dress. It was getting hard and I could see its outline.

“Can you not control yourself?”

I shook my head that I couldn’t. If I’d thought he would let me, I would have touched myself right then. The slaps were too slow. It was like he knew that I was on the verge. Sweat had broken out on my brow and I was feeling desperate. Did he know that he was going to drive me insane?

“Please, Jerold. It’s been so long.”

His hand moved closer and he started to tap a little faster. “You did this to yourself, Nicola. You denied me many times. I’m going to make sure this time that you can’t get away from me.”

That sounded a little ominous to my ears, but I was sure that he didn’t mean it the way I thought he did. I imagined things that made me finally come. It washed over me so quickly that it took my breath away and I cried out. Jerold didn’t stop the steady movement of his hand when I tried to push him away. It was starting to become too much, just like he himself.

“Please, Jerold.”

Only when I thought I was actually going to go insane did he stop. I couldn’t control myself, and before I knew what I was doing, I was promising to do anything he wanted. He pushed the issue by making me promise that I would never leave him again. In truth, it was so hard to think that I would have agreed to almost anything. Every muscle in my body was tight, and I needed relief more than anything else.

His hand finally stopped and I started to mellow down. I was breathing hard and I couldn’t think, but at least I was given a moment. It took several more before I was able to open my eyes and look around. We were in a driveway that I imagined was his, and the car was stopped. How had I not known that we were stopped? How long had we been there? I wasn’t sure.

When I felt his hand on my thigh, I could feel the wetness. I moaned at the direction he was going.

“You ready to go in?”

Why did that feel like a loaded question?

Shaking my head, I got out and stared up at the large house. It was a mansion, really, and I couldn’t imagine living there. My practical side kicked in and I wondered how long it would take to clean it every day. The thought brought me a little more clarity, but not much. Jerold wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his hard body. His lips and teeth were nibbling their way down my neck, biting me where it connected with my shoulder. The act almost brought me to my knees and I had to settle myself. It was just too much.

The door opened and I pushed away from him when someone answered. The tall man didn’t really look at me, but past us, and I just walked in. It was strange and I wanted to look back, but Jerold was pushing me forward and I was left to go where he directed me. It was just like old times. I was under his spell once more.

We stopped at a door and he put a code into the panel next to it. The whole house was modern and high tech, but it was only then that I really started to notice it. When Jerold’s hands were on me, it was hard to think about anything else.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Again he was being kind of ambiguous about his answers, leaving it open. I wondered if he wanted me to imagine where it was we were going. We were going down, and as the elevator started to move my stomach lurched a little with it. I kept asking myself what I had gotten myself into.