CHAPTER TWO
Jack
She’s been killing me all night in that fucking dress. The shimmery material is practically begging me to unwrap her like a present on Christmas morning. I’d love to take it off her nice and slowly back at my place and see exactly what’s underneath it.
Ever since we met—when Ry and Maggie first became roommates and before they became more, of course—Sarah and I have been tiptoeing around our attraction to one other. I’d been in a pseudo relationship with Brittany, but with her being in Boston and me only making the occasional stop there for work, it never really got off the ground. She’s a great woman, and I know she’ll find someone more suitable. Not to mention, Brittany never made me feel the way I do just being near Sarah does. Like a match dropped onto dry tinder, my body feels like it’s instantly going up in flames.
The moment she turns her head and kisses me is the moment I’ve been dying for. To see if the ever-present attraction and sexual tension between us—which hinted at the possibility of rocking my world—are valid. And her lips on mine prove it. Vaguely, I register the sound of her small clutch purse dropping to the floor. Her hands slip beneath my suit jacket and glide around to the back of my button-down shirt before they descend to cup my ass and tug me closer. A rough sound erupts from deep in my throat at her boldness. I’ve never encountered someone like Sarah before.
And I like it. A whole hell of a lot.
I rock my hips against her, allowing her to feel how hard I already am and show her what she’s doing to me with just a kiss. She tastes like dark chocolate and champagne, and I can’t seem to get enough of her. My hand grazes her side, rising to slide the pad of my thumb across the silky smooth skin atop her luscious breasts, and her breath hitches before releasing a tiny moan against my lips. That sound in and of itself sends more blood rushing to my cock. Jesus. There’s no way in hell I’ll be able to return to the dinner party in the state I’m in.
Which means I’ve got to even the playing field.
My other hand reaches down to her knees and slips underneath the hem of her dress, sliding up the expanse of the smoothest, silkiest thigh I’ve ever felt, and makes a beeline for her center.
Fucking hell. She’s soaked. Sliding a finger over the dampened fabric of her panties, I break the kiss. My lips descend to the graceful column of her neck, and I whisper, “These are mine now.” Her chest rises and falls with slightly staggered breathing. It makes me damn glad I’m not the only one who’s turned on. “I might give them back.” My eyes meet her heavy-lidded ones, and I can’t resist a smug grin. “Maybe.”
Working them down over her hips, I kneel to tug them off the rest of the way and over the fuck-me heels she’s wearing. My jaw clenches at the thought of her in only these heels while fucking her and making her scream my name until she’s hoarse. Rising, I bring what must be the tiniest excuse for a thong—blue, of course, to match her dress—dangling from my index fingers. And hell if I can’t smell her sweet arousal on them.
My eyes fall closed in a painful wince—if I thought I was hard as nails a moment ago, that’s nothing compared to right now. Something about this woman just gets to me like no other.
“You always go around stealing women’s underwear?”
Goddamn. That voice of hers, the sound of it—slightly husky and heady—and the way her eyes are watching me, as though she’d let me take her right here, right now…
“Actually, I don’t.” My lips quirk upward. “You’re the first.” And damn it, I shouldn’t be doing this at Ry’s engagement dinner party. He’s my best friend, for fuck’s sake. But when I get around Sarah, all bets are off.
She matches my slight smile. “I’m honored.”
Footsteps sound down the small corridor, and her entire body jolts in alarm at the clicking of firm heels upon the stone floor. Abruptly shoving her underwear into my pants pocket, I grab her purse from the floor and reach out to tuck the few stray strands of her hair behind her ear.
“Debauchery time is over.” Her whispered words and the underlying tone of disappointment are at odds with the way her eyes crinkle at the corners in humor.
Dipping my head to dust a kiss over her lips, I murmur, “Until later.”
“Sarah?”
Her eyes widen at hearing Maggie call out for her. Stepping back where I’m still safely out of sight in the small storage alcove, I place my index finger to my lips and tip my head toward the corridor, gesturing for her to go. With a brief nod, she brushes past me.
But in typical Sarah style, it isn’t without a hitch. She allows her palm to brazenly graze my dick.
“I’m here, Maggie.” She steps out, and her heels clatter as she walks. “I was just checking out the architecture of this place. But now I’ve got a really good feel for things.”
Nicely done. My lips quirk at her play on words.
I listen for the sounds of their heels to fade before adjusting myself and willing my hard-on to ease.
I had no idea my best friend’s engagement party would be this much fun; not to mention I might have a chance with the beautiful blond, soon-to-be maid of honor.
* * *
Two hours later
Max Londons restaurant
Sweet Jesus. If this woman leans her ass into my crotch one more damn time, I can’t guarantee I won’t toss her up on the lacquered bar top, part those smooth thighs, and fuck her in front of everyone here. Just the knowledge that her pussy is bare beneath that dress is more than I can handle right now.
I dip my head closer to Sarah’s ear and mutter, “You’re playing with fire.”
It’s noisy and crowded here, which is why the handful of us who decided to walk to Max Londons and have a few drinks are standing around the bar, shooting the shit. Actually, “crowded” is a polite way of putting it; packed in like sardines is more like it. On any other day, I’d call it a night and head out. Tonight, though, the overcrowding works in my favor.
Her head turns, gaze locking with mine in the bar’s mirrored wall, and a wicked smile toys at her lips. And that’s all it takes. Because I refuse to let her one-up me.
Continuing to carry on a conversation with one of Ry’s cousins about my business, I casually shift the arm I’ve been resting on the small portion of available bar space. Using the space beneath the bar top to hide my actions, I slip my hand underneath the back of the short hem of Sarah’s dress. Her body stiffens immediately, and I can see the tiny goose bumps popping up on her bare shoulders and arms. Before she can think to react further, I slide my middle finger between her thighs.
And into hot, soaking wet heaven.
The pulse point at the side of her neck is going crazy, and I would give anything to nip at it. Slowly pumping my finger in and out of her, I decide to get even braver—thanks in part to her reaction and probably the number of drinks I’ve had—and add another finger. It just so happens it’s at the exact time she decides to take a sip of her white wine. She sputters and coughs slightly.
Withdrawing my fingers, I pat her on the back, genuinely concerned. She turns to face me fully with ire in her eyes.
“You.” She points her slim index finger at the center of my chest.
“Me…?” I raise my eyebrows expectantly.
Crooking her finger at me to lean in closer, I comply. Her cerulean blue eyes meet mine. “You need to decide whether you’re taking me home with you or not.” There’s a brief pause. “Right n—”
“I am.” I hold her gaze, not caring that I’m acting like an overeager teen who’s about to get laid for the first time in his life. Something about Sarah makes me revert to the painfully nerdy kid I was back in the day.
A wicked gleam shines in her eyes. “Let me say my goodbyes, and I’ll meet you out on the sidewalk.”
“Deal.”
She shifts to move away, but I snag her wrist at the last second. Her eyes lift, meeting mine curiously, and I dip my head, bringing my lips to her ear.
“Don’t plan on going to the gym tomorrow. You’ll be getting more than your fair share of cardio tonight.”
Spinning around, I begin bidding my farewells in haste, knowing how I’ll be ending my night.
Between Sarah Matthews’s thighs.