CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Jack
“You’re not upset that we’re not hanging out Downtown?” I wink at Sarah, who merely shakes her head with a laugh.
She and I decided to head over to Max Londons after we finished dinner with Maggie and Ry. We’ve been sitting at the bar of the crowded restaurant, chatting and people watching. She’s sipping a glass of their house special, a white wine sangria, while I enjoy a Saratoga lager.
I nudge her shoulder playfully. “You should have known better.” Leaning close, I bring my lips close to her ear to ensure she hears me over the bustling noise of the restaurant. “I love everything about you.” I pause briefly, my voice growing a bit hoarse at the mere thought of her body beneath mine. “Especially tasting you.”
Drawing back, she turns slightly, her blue eyes hazy with lust. “You’re dangerous.”
“How so?”
The tip of her tongue darts out to wet her lips before she leans in closer. “You make me want to do things that could get me in trouble.” She runs a palm over my thigh, and it seems innocent enough but then she grazes over my cock before retreating.
Instantly hardening, that brief graze makes me ache for more of her touch. “Sunshine.” I shake my head, my gaze locked with hers. “You’re playing with fire.”
With a wicked smile, she reaches into her purse for what I’ve come to think of as one of “her” chocolates. Unwrapping it, she reads the small message on the inside of the wrapper before taking a tiny bite. Just as she’s about to put the remaining chocolate back in the foil wrapper, I lay my hand on her thigh, my fingers slipping beneath the hem of her skirt to stroke her inner thigh.
“You’re not going to offer me any?”
Her eyes dart to mine, hesitating a moment before she lifts the chocolate to my lips. I wrap my lips around her fingers, the tip of my tongue touching a fingertip. Her lips part, pupils dilating slightly, and her breathing quickens. I can’t restrain the satisfied look that spreads across my face.
Dipping my head, I dust a soft kiss on her lips, murmuring against them, “Feel like heading back to my pla—”
“Yes.” Her immediate response sends anticipation strumming through me. But it’s the way her hand easily—readily—slips into mine when I offer to help her down from the barstool that resonates. A flood of possessiveness rushes through me as we exit the restaurant, hand in hand, and all I hear in my head is the echo of one word.
Mine.
* * *
“You have too many clothes on.”
Sarah’s whispered complaint makes my lips curve upward. She frantically tugs at the buttons on my shirt as we make our way to my bedroom. She’d stripped me of my suit jacket the instant we were inside my apartment.
“Same goes for you.” My hands slip around to the back of her skirt, finding the small zipper and drawing it down until the fabric drops, pooling at her feet.
It doesn’t matter how many times I see this woman undressed. The sight of her still manages to rob me of my breath. Gently gripping her waist, I brush my thumbs against the tiny waistband of her panties.
“Off.” Sarah tugs at my shirt, and I slip it off each arm while she directs her attention to my belt, tugging at it as if she’s being timed and has to unfasten it in thirty seconds or less.
“Sunshine.” My tone is laced with amusement, and her eyes flick up to mine in question. “There’s no rush here.”
“Wrong.” Her response is immediate, and I can’t resist the small laugh it elicits. “I’m in a serious rush, Jack.” Those blue eyes appear to darken further with lust, and she worries the bottom edge of her lip before her voice turns husky. “If you feel me, you’ll understand why I’m in such a rush.”
Fuck me. This woman… Never have I been with someone so confident, so unafraid of expressing herself and her desires.
Slipping her panties down over her hips, she shimmies out of them while simultaneously loosening my pants and shoving them down along with my boxer briefs. Without any hesitation, my hand dips between her thighs and two of my fingers easily slip inside her wetness.
Her soft gasp drifts over me, and I watch as her eyes flutter closed, her hips canting slightly.
My head descends, bringing my lips to brush against hers with each whispered word. “You’re so wet, Sunshine. For me?”
“Yes,” she whispers hoarsely.
“Open your eyes,” I command, backing away slightly. My gaze briefly flickers down to where I drag my fingers out of her, finding her eyes locked onto the view of my fingers just as I plunge them back inside her. Her heavy-lidded eyes watch, transfixed, as my fingers continue their ministrations, coated in her arousal. I jerk at the feel of her soft palm wrapping around my thick cock and feel myself harden further at her touch.
“You’re coating my fingers.” Moisture gathers at my tip as she begins to stroke my length while I simultaneously thrust in and out of her. Frantic, I grasp the hem of her loose-fitting blouse and lift it over her head. Releasing me briefly to pull her arms from it, she hurriedly rids herself of her bra before taking my cock in her hand once again.
“Sunshine.” My voice sounds ragged and harsh to my own ears. “Not sure how much more I can take.”
When she relinquishes her grasp, moving to lie back on my bed, her smile is wicked. “Then you’d better do something about it.”
Reaching for a condom, I tear open the packet with more urgency than I think I’ve ever felt before and slide it on. Moving to join her on the bed, I brace myself on my forearms above her as my tip presses against her entrance.
Softly pressing a kiss to her lips, I whisper, “You’re beautiful.” Inching inside her, our combined moans sound in the silence of the room. Continuing to press deeper, I’m nearly buried to the hilt, only a little farther…
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!
Both of us jerk with a start at the blaring sound of the fire alarm. Rolling off her quickly, I hand her clothes to her and attempt to pull on my own as fast as possible. Once we’re dressed, I take her hand, and we rush down the stairs to exit the building.
We huddle together with the other tenants standing near the street curb, curiously discussing what might have happened as there was no sign of a fire nor billowing smoke.
* * *
We finally learned that one of the tenant’s preteens pulled the fire alarm “on a dare.” Once the fire department secured the building, they’d allowed us back inside.
“Jack Westbrook,” Sarah murmurs as she prepares to leave my apartment. “I feel like your penis and my vagina are determined to maintain a standoff with one another. As in no mutual orgasms.” Her smile is halfhearted at best. “Like a royal decree has been declared.” She deepens her voice dramatically. “Your penis and my vagina. Never shall the two climax together.”
“It’ll happen, Sunshine.” I brush my lips against hers before deepening the kiss, my tongue twining with hers.
I know she has an early shift tomorrow, which is why she has to leave now, but I can’t help it. I have to taste her one final time. Her Uber will be here soon, and I don’t want her to miss it. I just need another taste…
She backs away slightly, ducking her head to press a soft kiss to the base of my throat. “I have to go.”
“I know. I wish you didn’t.”
Her lips tip up. “Me, too.” Kissing me one last time, she opens the door and steps into the hallway. “Good night, Jack.”
“Night, Sunshine.” I pause. “Text me when you get home safely.” She nods with a soft smile and disappears down the hallway, heading to the elevator. And it fucking sucks to watch her leave. Part of me wants to chase after her and get one more kiss. Just one more taste…
Screw it.
I jog down the carpeted hallway, my shoeless feet soundless, and approach her right as she steps into the elevator. My hand slips around to stop the doors from closing, and her startled eyes lock with mine.
“One more kiss?”
Her features soften, and she steps forward to briefly press her lips against mine. Backing away, she gives me a smile I know I will store in my memories. Tender, intimate, affectionate.
“Bye, Jack.”
I step back, allowing the elevator doors to close, and stand here for far longer than I’d care to acknowledge.
I don’t care how much of a pussy it makes me to admit it, but I fucking hate saying goodbye to her.
If I had my way, I’d do everything in my power to ensure I’d never have to.