My moan was lost between our mouths.
7
Jackson
Irelished the feel of her body wrapped around me as I picked her up. The hem of her dress slid farther up her thighs, and I felt the material shifting under my fingers, which ached to free her supple skin.
Thankfully, the wall kept us both steady because the sexy sounds escaping her drove me crazy. I would love to have her like this, and from the way she clutched and ground against me, she wanted it. It wouldn’t take much to undo my jeans and ease into her, but I wanted something else right now. I wanted to see what other sounds I could get out of her. I wanted to touch and taste all the beautiful skin that had been teasing me all night.
I needed to see the full extent of the lacy bra that had been driving me wild since she had first sat down next to me.
My hands gripped her thighs, and dear God, I needed a second to enjoy the feel of the firm muscle. I imagined running my tongue along the inside of her thigh as I breathed in her sweet scent.
As if she sensed where my thoughts were, her legs tightened around me, and I moaned as she ground against my hardening cock.
Fuck, I really needed to take this to the bedroom; otherwise, we wouldn’t make it out of this hallway. And I really wanted to get naked.
I pulled us away from the entryway wall and walked forward toward the open living area. It was light enough that I could make out the shape of the couch but too dark to make out much more.
She hadn’t had time to turn the lights on when we’d entered the apartment, and I snuck a look around while stopped in the middle of the room, trying to decide whether to use the couch. It looked comfortable enough, but the thought of it irked me.
So that left me with one option.
“Um,” I pulled back and chided myself for feeling remotely nervous. “Which way is the bedroom?”
Audrey, looking kiss drunk, considered the question. She relaxed her legs, making it clear she wanted to get down. “Right! Sorry.” She sounded bashful, and it only made her more attractive.
I set her down, and she took my hand, “This way.” When we reached the bedroom door, she looked back at me, her eyes gleaming with playful intent. Here, again, was another view into this hidden side of her, seductive and exciting. I wondered if she even knew she was doing it.
Her nerves were back in force when she reached the bed and sat down on the edge. She eyed my body hungrily but didn’t quite meet my gaze. I watched as her fingers absentmindedly trailed the hem at her thighs, dipping under the fabric to stroke her skin.
Fuck, she was sexy.
I licked my lips, and her eyes jumped up to meet mine, sparkling in the low light. Usually, I wouldn’t have waited, but I wanted to take my time, enjoy her reactions. She seemed caught in the middle of herself—half the time, she was patient, waiting for me to take control; and the other half, she was a live wire, primal and demanding. I honestly didn’t know which I liked more, but not knowing what to expect from her had me more worked up than I’d ever been before.
I could spend hours just taking this woman apart, and God, I wanted to.
I brought my hand up to my chest and ran it down my shirt; her eyes followed the movement. I grabbed the material of my sweater and hoisted it over my head, leaving me shirtless before her.
She averted her gaze, dropping it to my crotch, her bottom lip caught in her teeth. I was straining against the material. I’d meant to tease her, and sure, it was working, but I felt she was having more of an effect on me than the other way around. And she hadn’t even touched me yet.
I stripped off my pants and underwear, enjoying the way her breath hitched at my nakedness. Then she surprised me again by giving me a wicked look as she undid the zip of her dress, standing briefly to let it fall to the floor.
Unbelievable. One minute, she was nervous, and the next, she was commanding. I was captivated.
That same lacy bra that had tormented me earlier looked as enticing as I imagined. “Beautiful,” I told her because it was true.
She said nothing, covering herself with her hands. That wouldn’t do. Before she could get too self-conscious, I slipped my arms around her waist and lowered her onto the bed, kissing her thoroughly.
She relaxed underneath me, and I became addicted to the sounds of her whimpers. I needed to do whatever I could to keep her making them. I wanted to make her feel as good as possible.
Breaking the kiss, I asked. “Tell me what you like.”
“Um …”
There was a long pause. I felt her fingertips softly stroke my shoulder. “We can stop,” I offered, in case she was having second thoughts.
This time her response was immediate. “No.” A soft smile played on those perfect lips, and I wanted to kiss her nerves away.
