Behind me, Jared flexes his powerful body, keeping only a minuscule distance between us. He’s about to come out of his skin too. I can feel the sexual tension exuding from his pores, and I get braver, brushing against his body as we dance a seductive dance. When his talented fingers caress my bare arms, sweeping up and down my sensitive flesh, I bite down on my lower lip to trap the moan dying to burst free.
Heat rolls off him in waves as he presses firmly against me from behind, all pretenses gone. We grind and shimmy against one another, clutching at each other as our mutual arousal elevates to dizzy heights. Shivers dance over my overheated skin, raising goose bumps, when he moves his mouth to my ear. “You are mesmerizing tonight.” His arm slides around my waist as he holds me flush against his toned body. “I want to tear every guy in this place from limb to limb for daring to even look at you.”
His jealousy and clear possessiveness shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. Pressing my ass against the bulge straining his zipper, I reach an arm around to grip the back of his neck. Tilting my head, I pull his face down to mine and direct my lips to his ear. “They can’t have me,” I rasp.
“Can I?” His sky-blue eyes are glimmering with barely contained desire as he braves the question while maintaining eye contact.
Our eyes lock in a sinful battle, and my heart is pounding superfast in my chest. Need flares in my core as my pussy clenches and unclenches. Lust pools low in my belly, and I’m struggling to not give in to what we both want. I can’t keep fighting our connection. Jared has always been it for me. This is what I have craved for years, so why am I refusing us what we both want?
Keeping my eyes glued to his, I slowly nod, conveying everything I want to say with a heated look.
Yes, J. Yes, you can have me.
Take me. Take me now.
Reclaim me and make me yours.
Jared twirls me around and clasps my head in his large hands, resting his brow against mine. “I love you, Sydney Shaw. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too.”
Tears glisten in his eyes as we stare at one another. Tension is ripe in the air, and though I want him, I can’t forget where we are. I ease my head back, and he straightens up. “Not here.”
Clutching my hand, he leads me off the dance floor with urgency lacing each step. My heart is ping-ponging around my chest, and the vein in my neck is thrumming in expectation. My panties are soaked, and I wet my suddenly dry lips as Jared pulls me into a dark alcove shielded from prying eyes on both sides. Pushing me up against the wall, he cages me in with his muscular arms. My heart thumps frantically as blood rushes to my head, and I feel a little dizzy.
He leans into my face, his hungry gaze lowering to my mouth before dancing back up to my eyes. “I need to know you are serious about this, Syd. I can’t be with you and then return to the friend zone. It would kill me.”
“I want this, J.” I clutch a fistful of his shirt. “I’m done living in denial.”
“Are you sure, Syd?”
“I am.” Steely determination threads through my tone. I grip his shirt tighter as my eyes drop to his tempting lips before I drag my gaze back up his face. “I am not drunk. I’m in control, and I know what I want.” I worry my lower lip between my teeth as I prepare to spill my truth. “I want you. I have always wanted you. There won’t be any time where I won’t want you. You’re it for me, J. You always have been.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth. I love you so fucking much.” He grips my chin, forcing my face up a little. “What about my career and Toria and my son?”
“Those are things for us to work through but not insurmountable.” We need to have a heavy conversation, and I need to share the things I’ve been holding prisoner in my heart. We can’t have a future without confronting the rest of the past. But that doesn’t need to happen now. It can wait until tomorrow. It’s better if we have that conversation completely sober and in private. If he doesn’t kiss me soon, I’m likely to self-combust.
“You are my world, baby.” His grip loosens on my chin, and his fingers sweep reverently across my face. “I will move heaven and earth to make you happy because you are everything, Syd. I never want you to regret choosing me.”
“I won’t. As long as you kiss me now.” I yank him in closer until our faces are almost touching. “I need your lips on mine stat.”
“Never beg, my queen,” he says, brushing his lips fleetingly against mine. “What you need you shall have.” His eyes flare with heat as his lips crash against mine in a potent display of longing and possession, and I am here for it.
Our reconnection is explosive as we devour one another in the shadowy alcove with a roomful of people just outside. Jared holds the back of my head, directing the angle of our kiss, as he ravishes my mouth with his lips and his tongue. I cling to his wrists, kissing him back with the same intensity as fire rages inside me. Kissing him again feels both familiar and new. Jared the man is a more skilled kisser than Jared the boy, but I still stand over my assertion.
My man is the best kisser in the entire world.
Fact.
I melt against him as his tongue roams the inside of my mouth, and his hands drop from my face to go exploring. Every brush of his fingers against my body is like lighting a fuse, and I’m writhing and moaning as he presses against me, rocking his hips in a circular fashion and grinding his erection against my core through our clothes. A squeak leaves my lips when he lifts my leg and wraps it around his waist so he can thrust more accurately against my pelvis. I see stars as his thick shaft brushes against my pussy, and I grab handfuls of his ass, pulling him in closer to me.
“J,” I rasp, peppering kisses against his face as his fingers creep up the inside of my thigh. “I need you.”
“Need you too, baby.” Jared dusts feather-soft kisses all along my neck and my collarbone, and if he keeps it up, I’m liable to come without him even touching my cunt. I hiss when he abruptly pulls back and carefully places my leg on the ground. “Don’t pout, beautiful.” He sweeps a finger along my swollen lips. “I’m taking you home so I can worship you the right way. I’m not fucking you against a wall in a nightclub where anyone could see.”
Well, when he puts it like that, I can’t complain. I thread my fingers in his. “Take me home and make me yours again, J.”
We head back to the table to say our goodbyes, and Jared calls his driver to meet us at the rear of the club. I refuse to hold his hand as we make our exit, fearful someone will take a photo of us.
