Despite the twirling ceiling fan, the temperature in the room seemed to rise by a dozen degrees. Jamar took a step toward her, a spark of heat flashing in his eyes.
“When I say anything, I mean . . .anything.”
There was no mistaking the meaning behind his words.
They stood there staring at each other, a silent, seductive ribbon of awareness wrapping around them. Her gaze dropped to his chest, then came up to his full lower lip. He pulled it between his teeth and her heart started to beat triple time.
“What do you need, Taylor?” There was a hint of challenge in his voice.
She set the glass down and grabbed hold of his shoulders, drawing him to her. Without another word, she crushed her lips to his,takingwhat she needed.
She warned herself to slow down, but then completely ignored her own advice. She didn’t want slow. She wanted them naked and sweating as quickly as possible.
Jamar pulled the ponytail holder from her hair, causing her braids to cascade down her back. Capturing the back of her head in his palm, he held her steady as his tongue pushed past the seam of her lips with a possessiveness that made her nipples grow tight.
Taylor splayed her fingers wide over his muscles, marveling at the topography of his chiseled chest. The man was a work of art. Every curve and contour felt as if it were carved out of stone.
“Taylor,” he rasped against her lips. “What are we doing?”
“I’m not explaining it to you, young buck.”
He pulled his mouth away from hers, his breaths choppy. “I’m serious. We said we wouldn’t do this.”
Yes, they had. And not even an hour into her stay she had his tongue down her throat.
But, dammit, shewantedhis tongue down her throat. She wantedmorethan his tongue down her throat.
“Look, I know what we said, but it isn’t realistic. We both know that we want this. Common sense demands that we satisfy that want. It’s called ‘let’s get it out of our system’ sex.”
“You just made that up.”
“I did not! Look, we do it this one time so that we both don’t spontaneously combust. And then we’re done.”
“And you think one time will be enough? It doesn’t work that way, Taylor.”
She huffed out a laugh. “What? You think I’m gonna get dick-whipped after one time?”
The grin that curled up the corners of his mouth was impossibly wicked. “It’s happened before.”
Taylor narrowed her eyes at him. If she didn’t want him so bad right now, she would put his cocky ass out of his own pool house.
Yeah, that wasn’t happening. At least not until he gave her the orgasm she’d been dreaming about for these past few weeks.
“Are we doing this or what, Twenty-Three?”
He shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. What if you end up regretting it?You’rethe one who initially said we shouldn’t go there, remember?”
“I also said the minidresses-over-jeans trend would make a comeback. Sometimes I say stupid shit.”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
She ran her hands down her face in exasperation. “It means you should forget what I said before and fuck me, okay! It’s not a hard concept to grasp, Jamar.”
“Interesting choice of words.”
She pointed to his crotch and the bulge straining behind his zipper. “That says it all.”
“Don’t worry about this,” he said, pulling at the front of his jeans. “I can take care of this.”
