Her mouth formed a perfect little “O” before color flooded her cheeks and her eyes dropped. Fearing I’d pushed her too far, too fast, I backed out to give her some space.
“Take a few minutes to get settled. Just knock on my door when you’re ready to go downstairs and meet everyone.”
She nodded, her gaze once again lifting to snag mine. Behind her glasses, Jessica’s eyes were so damn big and beautiful just holding her gaze had my dick stirring to life. I couldn’t wait to see them staring up at me while she sucked me off. “Thank you,” she said. “For everything.”
“My pleasure.”
Then I got the hell out of there before I did or said something stupid that would have her fleeing the place like her ass was on fire. She needed the safety of the club right now, and I refused to take that from her to satisfy my own desires.
I straightened up my room while I waited for her knock. Since we’d be heading downstairs to introduce her to the rest of the club, the massive hard-on happening in my pants was a problem. I forced my mind away from thoughts of her plump lips locked around my cock, but none of my other thoughts were much better. I wondered if she was just as horny as I was, and imagined her in her room touching herself, her fingers soaked from the sexual chemistry between us.
Would she call out my name when she came?
Would it be thoughts of my face between her thighs that helped her find release?
By the time she finally knocked on my door, my cock felt like it was about to bust out of my pants like the Kool-Aid man breaking down a wall.
Oh yeah.
“Spade?” Jessica asked hesitantly as she pushed the door open.
“You ready to go downstairs?” I was standing beside my bed because it hurt too damn much to sit. “Come in. Let me grab my phone from the charger.”
Unplugging my phone, I turned around in time to watch her close the door. With her back toward me, I had a second to look her over. She’d changed more than her clothes. Her dark hair was down from its messy bun, cascading in soft waves down to the middle of her back. She wore a mid thigh length black coat, her legs were bare, and her high heels were now red instead of black.
It was the sexiest view I’d ever seen.
She turned around slowly and gave me a shy smile. Her cheeks were pink, but her eyes were full of determination as she unfastened the buttons on her jacket and pulled it open. A sheer, pink nightgown was all she wore beneath it.
Holy shit!
Leaning against the bed for stability, I let my eyes drink in her body, pausing at the swell of her breasts and the dark circles of her nipples. Her waist was narrow, and her hips were wide. Thick, luscious thighs led down to muscular calves. My fingers itched to raise my phone and snap a picture.
Jessica was a work of art.
Hands trembling slightly, she dropped the coat to her feet. Then she sucked down a shaky breath and took a step forward.
Her round tits bounced, her hips swayed, and I nearly lost my goddamn load. She took another step. My eyes snapped each movement like a photo and bundled them together to create a collage of sensuality. I didn’t want to blink, or move, or even breathe, because I needed this to be real and not just some apparition or fantasy caused by a lack of blood to my brain since it was all fueling my erection.
“I think I would like to take you up on your offer,” she said, swallowing.
“You think?” I asked, needing her to be certain.
She nodded. “Yes. I want to. I’m twenty-five, and I have no regrets. Not one. I don’t want to be boring anymore, Spade. I don’t want to be looked over for a promotion because I’m ‘too safe’ ever again. I was thinking, and… I could have died today. He had that gun, and I…” She shook her head. “It made me realize that I haven’t even really lived. My first year of college, I created a bucket list. There were so many things I wanted to do… skydiving, snorkeling, skiing. I haven’t done any of it. I’ve just been working and letting life pass me by. I’ve never even had a one-night stand.”
Of course, she hadn’t. She was too good. Too perfect.
“So, I was hoping… Uh. Think you can help me cross that line item off my bucket list?”
My mind struggled to catch up. She wanted me to fuck her? “You want me to be your first one-night stand?” One night? Could I do that? She was like peach-scented crack; one night would only make me crave another fix.
My hesitation caused a ripple of fear and uncertainty to wash over her face. “I…” She must have thought I was rejecting her. She glanced at the coat on the floor, and I could practically see her calculating the time it would take to throw it on and get the hell out of there.
And there was no way I was letting that happen. She didn’t have a damn thing to be ashamed or afraid of, so I told her the truth. “There’s nothing in the world I want more than to fuck you right now.”
Her gaze snapped back to mine. She was so self-conscious, her hands moved to cover up her breasts. Forcing them back down, her eyes filled with vulnerability. She wanted this as much as I did, but she needed me to take control, to be like the men in her books. I could do that. Hell, I’d enjoy it.
“Get your fine ass over here.” I snapped.
