Not wanting things to get too out of hand, I finally managed to pull back, looking down at her. My hands framed her face, our breaths mingling as our eyes locked. I knew where this was headed, knew I needed to do something to slow it down, to at least put the brakes on before I ruined everything, but I didn’t want to.
Somehow, I managed to step away from her, hating myself when her hands fell from beneath my shirt. Rather than dwell on it, I took a deep breath and tucked her hand in mine once more.
“Starting over,” I told her, smiling. “You down for that?”
Her smile surprised me with its intensity. “Yeah. I think I am.”
“Come on,” I said, my voice rough. “Let me get you home.”
As we neared our building, I noticed her fingers were cold, so I tucked her arm under mine and enveloped her small hand in both of mine, warming it as we continued to make our way down the fairly deserted sidewalk. We didn’t talk about last night, or even about that kiss a few minutes ago, but there was definitely more sexual energy sparking between us, intensifying with every step.
“This is me,” she said, stopping in front of the first building we came to when we crossed the street.
I looked up and realized we were there. I’d lost all sense of where we were sometime in the past few minutes. She did that to me.
“I’ll walk you up,” I teased.
“You don’t have to do that,” she said, looking up at me, her hand still tucked in mine.
“Trust me, I do,” I assured her, and not only because we lived on the same floor. I didn’t want to leave her just yet.
With a simple nod, she led me into the building, then to the elevator. The lobby was empty except for the security guard sitting at the desk. He didn’t even look up from his computer screen.
A minute later, we stepped out of the elevator and I followed her to her door. Before she could open it and disappear, I stopped her.
“Thanks for tonight,” I said softly, cupping her face in my hand. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch her. She was so small, my palm cradling most of her face while I stared down at her.
I’d thought about this woman for almost three weeks, imagined all the ways I wanted to touch her, explore her, and for now, this was good. Last night, though… I wasn’t sure I’d ever forget what she’d tasted like, how she’d felt wrapped around me, didn’t think I’d ever stop thinking about how amazing it had felt to have her body against mine.
“I’m the one who should be thanking you,” she replied just as quietly, her eyes locked with mine.
I wanted to kiss her again. No, I needed to kiss her again.
And as I leaned down, tilting her face up to meet mine, I prayed I’d be able to keep myself under control. When her arms slid beneath my jacket, her hands gliding up my back as our lips met, I questioned myself. It damn sure didn’t help when she whimpered softly as I licked my way into her mouth, tilting her head slightly as I controlled the kiss.
Fuck. So good. So sweet. So…
Another moan escaped her, and I knew I would have to put the brakes on or I’d lose my sanity. As much as I liked her, I had meant it when I said we would start over. This time, I wanted to do things right. I didn’t want to move too fast because … well, because that never did work out well.
For me, it really was all about the foreplay.
I pulled back, then pressed my forehead to hers, trying to regain some semblance of my composure. Not an easy feat when she kept her arms around me, her breasts crushed against my chest. I was breathing hard, but so was she.
For the second time tonight, I managed to force my feet to move back, releasing her as I did. Her arms fell from around me and I stared down into her wide eyes. Her lips were swollen from our kiss and it made me want to kiss her again. This time, starting at her toes and working my way up.
Fuck.
“I should go in,” she whispered, turning slightly and angling her head toward her door.
“Maybe I’ll see you for coffee in a few hours.”
“I’d like that,” she said.
I was taking a step back, prepared to call it a night, when Presley turned back toward me. “I … uh…”
“Good night, Presley,” I told her, fighting the need to reach for her again as I slowly backed away.
She stared at me, the heat in her gaze making my heart race. And then she cleared the distance between us, forcing me back against the opposite wall when she crashed into me, her mouth finding mine when I reached for her. Hard. Urgent. A kiss so potent I thought for a minute I’d lose my balance. But I regained my senses as our tongues dueled and I held her to me, spinning us so that she was against the wall, my hands sliding down to cup her sweet little ass. It was an involuntary reaction, fueled by instinct and the desire that ripped through me.
“Jake.”
The way she said my name… Holy shit. This woman was going to be the death of me.
We made out in the dimly lit hallway for several minutes before we both took a step back, both desperately sucking in air.
“I’m going in now,” she said, a full-fledged smile on her lips.
“That’s probably a good idea.” Or I was going to risk stripping her right there in the hallway and fucking her up against the wall.
Like I said, she brought out my baser urges.
I waited as she unlocked the door and pushed it open, but before she stepped inside, I heard it.
“Oh, Gil! Fuck me! Harder!”
Giggles followed and I couldn’t help but laugh.
Presley rolled her eyes and I could tell she wasn’t looking forward to going inside. I couldn’t blame her. There was a chick in there screaming like a banshee. Shit, I didn’t want to go inside.
“Let me see your phone,” I blurted before I knew the words were coming out.
Presley’s eyebrows knitted in question, but she reached in her pocket and retrieved her phone.
I quickly typed in my contact information, then called my phone so that I would have her number as well. Maybe a little forward of me, sure, but I couldn’t resist. I did not want to go another minute without being able to talk to her.
As it was, I didn’t want to leave and I lived next door.
“Coffee,” I reminded her. “If you’re up for it.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
Presley smiled, taking her phone back when I held it out. Our fingers brushed, and I was tempted to pull her back into my arms, but I resisted, promising myself that I wouldn’t do anything to fuck this up. Although keeping my hands off her was likely going to be the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life.
Looked as though we were safe. For now.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Presley
Closing the front door, I took a moment to lean against it, my fingers on my lips as I relived that kiss once again.
I knew one thing for certain… Jacob Wild could kiss as well as he could write, perhaps even better. Not once in my twenty-eight years had I ever had a kiss like that. One that consumed me on all levels. Hell, I hadn’t been able to resist kissing him again, actually throwing myself at him before he could slip away.
To top it off, he’d done the noble thing and left me at my doorstep when he could’ve lingered long enough for me to invite him in. I’d been tempted to.
Even now, knowing he was right next door, it was hard to resist the urge to open that door and go to him. Especially when I heard Gil’s overnight guest chortle at the top of her lungs. Except now the mood was gone. That eerie squeal was a turnoff like no other.
“Oh, God! Yes. Like that, Gil. Just like that.”
Pushing away from the door, I went straight to my room, closed and locked my bedroom door, turned on the radio as loud as I dared, then went to take a shower. Twenty minutes later, I felt a little better. Less worked up. Though that had been thanks to the handy dandy removable showerhead, some exquisite thoughts of Jake, and the amazing things a stream of water could do when directed at my clit.
Luckily I’d washed before I’d gotten creative with the water. Otherwise, I wasn’t sure I’d have had the energy to.
One orgasm later, I was clean, dressed, and ready for bed.
Well, I would be once the acrobatics ceased in the room next to mine. Until then I would have to occupy myself with…
My phone chirped and I snatched it from my desk, peering down at the screen.
I smiled at the text message from Jake, which showed to be coming from Chapter One. He’d entered it into my phone that way. I liked that.
I knew I should’ve invited you to my place.
Stacking the pillows against my headboard, I dropped onto my bed after grabbing my headphones and putting them in my ears.
I responded to the text with, Yes, you should have. The noise over here is scary.
I briefly wondered whether or not he could hear it. If our condos shared a wall, it was possible. I hoped for his sake that wasn’t the case.
While I waited to see if he would respond, I thought back to our date. Could it be called a date? It felt like one, but it’d been so long since I’d gone on one I wasn’t sure if it qualified or not.
Next time, feel free to invite yourself. I’ll never turn you down.
Laughing, I felt my face heat and my stomach do a strange flip. I liked the flirting thing. It was one of the things I’d missed about dating. Sure, sex was high on my list of things I missed, but truthfully, the buildup was always the fun part.
I typed: I guess you made it home safely?
The boogie man did not get me in the hallway, if that’s what you want to know.
Thank goodness. I was worried.
I wasn’t sure I’d smiled this much in a long time. I felt like a teenager, anxiously waiting for a response.
Maybe you should come tuck me in.
The thought of that made my pussy clench in need. My imagination conjured up an image of Jake naked and waiting for me in his bed.
I typed: I would, but…
But what?
Did I dare? I stared at the screen, contemplating whether or not I wanted to take this where it seemed to be going. Something about Jake kept me on edge, a need unlike anything I’d ever felt coursing through me. But I had to remind myself that it was only sexual attraction. I’d been reading his books, and somewhere along the way, I had started getting caught up in the happily ever after. I didn’t want to go that route, didn’t need to get in that mindset when the only thing that was on the table here was sex.
Sex for the sake of sex.
That was all.
“Screw it,” I said to myself as my fingers flew over the letters on the screen.
After my shower, my legs are a little weak.
Hopefully he understood where I was headed with that.
Girl, you’re gonna be the death of me. Tell me more. In vivid detail. Spare nothing.
I laughed at that. I couldn’t help it.
Here was a man who knew how to write a sex scene that could make a woman spontaneously combust, and I was supposed to tell him about my shower.
Hmm.
I typed: The water was warm.
How warm?
Very. Especially when…
Presley… Girl, don’t leave me hanging.
I blushed as I typed the next words: Especially when I aimed the spray at my clit.
Jake’s response was instant: Oh, fuck. Don’t stop now.
I thought of your hands, your lips… And when I came…
My body had heated several degrees as I sat there in my bed, waiting for Jake’s response, suddenly wishing he had invited me back to his place.
You’re a naughty girl. And I fucking love that about you.
My heart gave an extra hard kick in my chest. Yeah?
Definitely. I want to see you again.
When?
Now.
It would be so easy to give in. I knew I just had to say the word and Jake would probably be right back at my door, ready and willing to lead me back to his place.
Another text came in before I could respond.
But coffee’s good, too. And maybe tomorrow night I’ll save you from the noisy roommate.
Even knowing this was moving fast, I still couldn’t resist. I’d like that.
Good night, Presley. See you at seven?
I didn’t bother telling Jake that I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Instead, I ended the conversation with, Seven works. Night.
Flopping over onto my bed, I stared at my phone screen for the longest time. And before I allowed myself to drift off, I set my alarm for six thirty.
Because, even though I knew I shouldn’t, I definitely intended to see him again.
Soon.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Jake
Sex.
It was what the moment called for.
And since I wasn’t having any tonight, I figured what the hell. Might as well get it out there.
Still, I couldn’t help but think about Presley and me as Kora and Donovan. It was one of those fantasies that I was about to put on paper, and my dick was hard just thinking about it.
Grabbing my pen, I closed my eyes momentarily, putting myself into the scene, then started to write.
Kora wasn’t sure how they’d gotten to this point so quickly, but she didn’t really give a shit, either. The only thing she cared about was feeling Donovan. In the span of a few minutes, he’d already made her body burn hotter than anything she’d ever felt before. She was to the point that the ache between her thighs hurt, longing to feel him inside her, filling her. She needed him. And she needed him now.
After rolling the condom over his thick, heavy cock, Kora sucked in a breath, desperate and aching. He was big, bigger than she’d expected. Definitely bigger than Sam had been, which both thrilled and terrified her in equal measure.
“You sure about this?” he asked again.
Seriously, how many times was he going to make her tell him this was exactly what she wanted? Rather than answer him, she reached between them, then guided his erection toward her entrance, hissing when the blunt head pressed against her wet sex.
“Donovan,” she whispered. “Please.”
I stopped writing for a second in an attempt to gather myself. I was getting lost in the moment and knew I shouldn’t fight it, but I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t get Presley out of my mind. She was next door, probably lying in her bed. Was she thinking about me? Thinking about all the things I could be doing to her right now?
She was so fucking close, yet it felt like she was a million miles away.
I seriously had to get my head out of the clouds. This book needed my attention and these characters were waiting.
I knew from experience the thoughts would go once I started the sex scene. These were always the easiest for me. The words would come rapidly and little editing would be done. That would come later, when I went over it again, tweaked it for maximum impact.
Flexing my fingers, I reviewed the last paragraph, then put my pen to the paper.
Thankfully, Donovan took it from there, his hand sliding beneath her thigh, lifting her leg against his hip as he gripped himself, aligning their bodies perfectly. He’d been teasing her ruthlessly since they’d stepped into that closet, and now, the only thing she wanted was to be filled by him.
“Hold on to me, Kora,” Donovan instructed, his voice loud in the small space.
Kora slid her arms around his neck, holding him tight as he brought their bodies together, pushing inside, filling her, stretching her, making her moan.
“Kora,” he growled against her ear, a needy sound that matched what she was feeling. “Fuck, baby.”
She wasn’t sure why he was using terms of endearment; this was a one-time thing and she was more than willing to let him send her into hyperspace, but she could do without the needless chatter.
“Fuck me,” she insisted, tightening her hold around his neck, taking him deeper as his fingers dug into her thigh
. “Hard.”
Donovan muttered something, but then he thrust his hips forward, slamming into her, filling her completely.
Kora sucked in a breath, blinded by the sudden bite of pain that quickly dissipated, morphing into incredible pleasure. It was too much and not enough—all coalescing into a turbulent storm that she was eager to drown in.
“Don’t let go, Kora,” he demanded, and Kora realized her arms had slipped from around his neck. “Hold on tight.”
Needing him to give her more than he was, Kora dug her fingers into his shoulders, pressed her back against the wall, and rolled her hips, changing the angle, allowing him to slide deep, then withdraw. In, out. Slow, gentle.
Shit. He was driving her out of her mind. She wanted him to fuck her, to make her come. This … whatever he was doing was too intense.
“Faster,” she encouraged, trying to ride him, thrusting her hips forward to meet his.
“Not gonna happen,” he said. “Not yet.”
Kora pulled back, staring into those emerald depths. For the first time, she noticed the passion burning in his gaze. It matched his words from earlier, and she knew he wasn’t going to make this fast and dirty.
Well, dirty, maybe, because he chose that moment to start mumbling words in her ear, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other beneath her thigh as he rocked his hips forward, back.
“So fucking tight, Kora. Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
His words caused her inner muscles to clench.
“That’s it, baby. Milk my cock. Take all of me, Kora.”
Her body tingled in places she hadn’t known could tingle.
Donovan lifted her leg higher, changing the angle once again. This time, he pulled back, putting a small amount of space between their upper bodies, allowing them both to look down to where they were joined.
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