“Hutch.” Jillian caressed my cheek. “Whatever you fought about doesn’t matter in the end. He’s your brother, and I’m sure he was just looking out for you.”
“He’s afraid that I’m going to end up hurt when you leave,” I whispered.
Jillian pressed her face into my chest. “What do you think is going to happen?”
“I don’t want to think that far ahead.”
“Why?”
I pressed my lips together. “Because it hurts,” I admitted before I wrapped my arms around Jillian to pull her closer. The truth was I already felt myself falling too fast, too soon, for her, and what Pat said had hit closer to home than I realized. We stood like that for a few minutes, breaking in each other’s scents, not saying anything, just holding one another until she pulled back.
“There’s this little thing called a cell phone.” A smile tugged at Jillian’s lips while a sparkle danced in her green eyes. “You can send messages on it or call someone if you miss them. And”—she untangled herself from my arms—“sometimes”—she unzipped her little bag, that I deposited on the floor when she walked in, to dig out her phone—“there’s this thing called FaceTime. See?” She winked at me. “Where you can call someone. Watch.” Jillian pressed the button that caused mine to start ringing. “You can talk to someone face-to-face if you miss them enough.”
“You’re making fun of me,” I accused.
Jillian shook her head as she hit end on her cell. “I’m not, Hutch, I’m just trying to be realistic.” She put her phone on top of her bag. “I’m not sure what’s happening between us right now, but what if we don’t last until I leave?” I watched her brows dip as her eyes told me a different story. Dared me to defy her.
I took a step closer. “What if we do?” I asked.
“Then we make it work.” Jillian’s voice caused heat and lust to consume my body and senses. I was seriously fucked.
I was on her before I even realized it; my mouth on hers, telling her without words what I wanted. Jillian kissed away all my doubts and fears away whether she realized it or not, understanding me like no else ever did. Our tongues tangled together as she clutched at my shirt, little whimpers escaping her throat, and when she broke the kiss to nibble at my bottom lip, I knew what she wanted by the look in her eyes.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. She pressed two fingers to my mouth.
Was it? She had no idea how much I wanted her, how much I yearned to strip her naked, lick every single inch of her skin, and then spread her legs to eat her pussy until she screamed my name. It wasn’t just that I was unexperienced; it was that I was scared. Things went on inside my head that no one knew about. I cupped her head in my hands. “I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about.”
“You deserve to have someone pleasure you.”
Jillian smiled. “I’m perfectly capable of pleasuring myself, Hutch.” Her words caused liquid fire blaze through me and my cock, which was already rock hard and felt like it might burst through my jeans.
“Is...is that something you do often?” My voice sounded strained.
“Why? Do you want to watch?” Jillian cupped my jaw between her fingers. “I wouldn’t mind.” Her husked, sultry voice sent my mind into a tailspin.
I growled something that didn’t even sound human as I watched her begin to move toward my bed. Holy fuck, was this actually happening right now? I wasn’t sure I would be able to control myself. Jillian slowly began to peel her clothes off, first starting with her shirt, followed by her leg warmers, then her leggings, until she was standing naked in front of me.
“Let me know if this is too much for you.”
I shook my head.
“Should I put a towel down?”
Again, I just shook my head.
“Are you okay?” Jillian asked.
I swallowed. “Fine,” I assured her. Fine was probably not how I would describe myself, but it was the only thing I could think of right now.
Jillian tilted her head and whispered, “Hutch, you can look at me.”
“I...” Was I not looking at her? Shit, she was beautiful. Her tits—breasts—I corrected myself, were prefect little handfuls with pink little areolas, and her nipples, Jesus, they were hard as diamonds right now. I was pretty sure I groaned when I saw Jillian reach up to pinch them between her forefingers. Her body was a dancer’s paradise. Not an inch of fat to be seen, her stomach toned, her legs muscled and long. My eyes darted between her legs. Her pussy, fuck, it was bare of any hair and glistening with desire.
“I really like nipple play,” Jillian murmured as she continued to roll and tug at them. “Feels so good and gets me going.”
This was torture.
