His thumb stroked my cheek. “Not on the road. Not at home. Not on a plane or a train. I’ve been stuck on you, Miss Jessalyn.”
I was elated but struggling to wrap my head around it. “So you’re not pretending?”
He looked down into my eyes, fingers brushing some hair behind my ear. He chuckled self-consciously, blushing like he was embarrassed. “Honey, I was never pretending.”
I launched myself at him, throwing my arms around his neck and jumping. He caught me around the waist and pinned me against his body, laughing as his head dipped for a wild and unrelenting kiss. His lean muscle pressed against me as his tongue danced with mine, surrounded by Ben. I loved how big his hands felt holding me up, safe and protected as we were real with each other. Raw. Unleashed from pretending and fully going for it.
This man had stormed into my life, taken me in, done anything and everything to make things easier for me, to support me. And I couldn’t be happier to have him.
He tried wrapping my thighs around him, but that would involve flashing half the neighborhood with my bare ass.
“Skirt,” I mumbled into his mouth as a car tooted its horn. Our ride had arrived anyway.
The Uber home was tense. We didn’t want to be the weirdos making out and making it weird for the driver, so we told terrible jokes and laughed way too hard at them. I kept coming up with reasons to laugh and grab his arm or lean into him. Eventually, he kept the touch going.
“You’re silly tonight, Sweet Cheeks,” he said, squeezing my thigh. But then he left his hand there. I put my hand on top of his and scooted it farther up my leg. Maddeningly, his index finger stroked my inner thigh, sending shockwaves to my core. It wasn’ta long ride, so it wasn’t long before the driver let us out in front of our building.
I pressed the button to the elevator with Mikey creeping up behind me. He gripped my hips as we waited, breathing into my neck. His lips ghosted over my skin, making me moan. I didn’t care what I sounded like or who heard. I was with a man who valued me, who turned me on, who made my whole body feel alive.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Thankfully, it was empty. I took Mikey’s hand and led him inside. He pressed the button for our floor. The second the doors shut, his body was on mine, pinning me to the wall. His mouth covered mine, tongue sliding, heart pounding, like we’d die if we didn’t taste each other. His hand rode up my skirt to my bare hip, searching for fabric and finally finding it at the top of my hip bone.
“Christ, Jessie, these feel sexy,” he growled. “Do you want me to touch you?”
“Uh huh,” I mewled. Without hesitating, he reached back to push the stop elevator button and dropped to his knees.
“You’ve been wanting this real bad, haven’t you, Jessie Girl?”
“You’re really going to do this?”
“I made you a promise, honey, and I keep my promises.”
I spread my legs for him, ready to cash in on any and all of Ben’s promises.
“That’s it. Let your man take care of you.” He pulled my thong to the side and kissed my sensitive inner thighs. “Goddammit, Jessalyn.”
I clamped my thighs around his hands, panicking. “What? Is something wrong? Is it gross?” I mentally cursed myself for not changing my underwear after work.
“Not at all, hon. It’s fucking beautiful.” He looked up at me, brow furrowed. “Can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me.”
My cheeks burned, not accustomed to getting compliments onthat part of me. “Oh?”
He kissed around his hands on my thighs and I relaxed again. He wasted no time, putting his tongue on me before I could think any more, amber eyes watching me. The pleasure was so intense I could hardly stand, legs shaking.
“Your taste, Jessie,” he said before diving back in. I grasped his reddish-brown strands and tugged. He moaned into my skin and looked up at me with the most salacious grin.
A click resonated through the elevator. “Is everything okay in there?”
Fuck. The security guard. I looked around for a camera but didn’t see one.
Ben stifled a laugh.
“Oh. Yes. We must have bumped the stop button,” I said brightly. “Do I just press it again to restart the elevator?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Okay, thank you!”
Mikey looked up at me. “To be continued.” He put my underwear back in place and pulled my skirt down. He stood and leaned into me.
