Fuck it.
I reach for her.
I thread my fingers through her messy hair and pull her mouth to mine. She surprises me by kissing me back without any hesitation. She grabs my lower lip with her teeth and pulls. I respond by grabbing hers back, my hand sliding down to her ass, gripping it firmly and pulling her closer.
She exhales sharply into my mouth as my cock grinds into her lower stomach. Her fingers find my shirt, and fist it, holding me to her body.
And fuck, it feels so good to have her pressed against me like that.
My tongue pushes into her mouth. Her tongue entangles with mine, and something about the way she tastes just sets me off.
I want her.Now.a
I push her into the counter, her little gasp only pushing me forward. I pull my mouth from hers, and kiss her cheek under her jaw, then her neck. I take a moment to bite into her flesh, and she immediately leans her head back, a light moan slipping from her lips.
I need her to do more of that.
My composure slips, and lift her shirt, exposing her skin, smattered with freckles. I drop my body, kiss her ribs beneath her black lace bra.
“We should eat,” she breathes out, squirming against me.
I immediately pull back, sensing the shift. “Too much?”
She shakes her head. “It’s just… Been awhile.”
“Like a week?” I chuckle but rip myself away from her.
She smooths her sweater out. “Well, yeah, but I don’t think that… I don’t think that really counts?”
I cock a brow at her. “Wait, so sex in a parking lot doesn’t count?”
Her fingers tremble as she continues to tug at the hem of sweater. “Well, no,” she says quickly. “But it wasn’tthatintimate, you know? Like, we were just on the high of… Whatever that was.”
“Me sucker punching your coworker?”
She breaths out a sigh. “Well, that’s one way to put it.”
“Really,” I fork out her pasta into a bowl. “It’s the only way to put it. Speaking of, how is your relationship with Ian now?”
She rolls her eyes. “He avoids my office like the plague.”
“Good,” I mutter, hating the vindication that follows that fact. Something has tripped my obsessive tendencies, and it’s better to just name it, than ignore it. Though, the thought of that fucker touching her flashes through my mind intrusively. Irritation spikes, then fades.
I hand her the bowl, dropping a piece of garlic bread on the top. She eyes me, as if I might take it back or something. There’s something so fucking weird about Dr. Jenna Williams, and I can’t put my finger on it.
She holds my gaze as she takes a bite, chews, and then swallows. “This is really good. I’m impressed.”
“Mmm.” I grab her hips and lift her onto the counter so she’s facing me. I watch her eat, enjoying the way she moves—slow, tantalizing, and completely distracting.
“You’re handsy.” She runs her tongue along her lower lip.
I slide my hand onto her thigh and stare at her while she keeps eating. I’ve completely lost my appetite for the food. “You’re too appealing, Jenna.” I hesitate, trying to hold back the animalistic side of me. “You can tell me stop.”
She swallows, a thread of lust in her expression. “Keep going.”
“Good, because you’re my fucking dinner.” I toss my hat to the counter and hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants after undoing the button. I start the process of pulling themdown. I lift her, slide the jeans below her hips, and set her back down.
She goes to set her bowl down.
