It starts soft, then escalates like someone slid a dimmer switch to full. We press together, arms wrapping, mouths hungry for the taste of each other, and half stumble into a shelf. A couple of boxes clatter to the floor.
“All OK in there?” Lianne calls.
I’d almost forgotten the rest of the world existed.
“Yep, my bad!” Tippi calls back, breathless, laughing as she bends to replace the boxes. When she straightens, she looks at me like I’ve just done something unexpected and delightful. “I think weshould leave. Fast.”
“Agreed,” I say, still a bit dazed. Wondering what on earth is going to happen when we get back to my place.
“I brought one of Leo’s cars,” she adds. “So I’ll have to follow you.”
“Fine,” I say. “Anything. Just - yes.”
She grins. “I promise I’ll be as fast as I can.”
I don’t know what possesses me, but I hear myself say, “And I promise I won’t be.”
Her mouth drops open; then she laughs, delighted. The sound makes me feel ten feet tall.
I’m clumsy and giddy and more turned on than is strictly practical, but I swear to myself: whatever it takes, I’m going to give this woman the kind of climax that lives up to the name of the shop we’re standing in.
Chapter 7
Tippi
Part of me wonders if he’s driving so carefully in front of me to heighten the anticipation for what’s about to happen. Delayed gratification is sexy as hell. But I know the truth is probably that he’s a by-the-book road user who’s never been given a ticket in his life, and would probably barf in horror if it happened.
I hum along to the music in Leo’s Audi, tapping on the steering wheel in time to the beat of Alice in Chains. Jacob really does look sogoodtonight; he’s wearing a henley rather than a shirt and tie, and it subtly emphasized how toned his body is. I make a mental note to thoroughly enjoy every inch of it, and to lick his abs the first chance I get.
This evening is going to be different.
I’m going to ruin that man. Show him how to have me screaming his name, andthen…
I can feel the sinful grin spreading across my face as a wicked idea occurs to me.Hell yes. Now I knowexactlyhow I’m going to return the favor.
When we pull up outside his house, the smile he gives me is still shy, but there’s heat in it. And a very endearing dash of determination, like he’s going to make this good for me if he has to die for it.
I chuckle inwardly. I may take his breath away as I deal outle petit mort, but it won’t kill him.
The way he looks at me when we get into his hallway has me melting in my panties; he’s still, but his fists are clenched by his side, and the yearning on his face makes me want to climb all over him like a purring cat. I get the impression he’d love to make the first move, but he’s not sure how. I don’t mind. It’s not exactly a hardship to walk over to him and glide my hands under his shirt. I give him a tiny grin;definitely lickable abs. The muscles jump, and his breath stutters a little.
We’re nose to nose, his neck bending down because he’s so tall, as I methodically strip him naked, letting his clothes fall wherever I drop them. He’s not going to need them for a good few hours. The vulnerability in him as he stands there, his cock throbbing as it points due north, his eyes burning into mine, tears something loose in me. I think, after a false start, he’s going to end up being one of the lovers I’ll never forget. The chemistry between us, for all our opposites, is some of the most intense I have ever experienced.
Maybe it’s that waybecausewe’re unalike.
Keeping my eyes on his, I reach up under my dress and wriggle out of my black silk thong, kicking it to one side. His eyes flare, and to my surprise he finally moves, his jaw tight with restraint. I can see the beginnings of a smile as he tugs gently on the ties at my shoulders. This sundress is one of my favorites to throw on, as it’s made of light, thin cotton, but the ruched bust holds it in place. Pity; it would have been awesome for it to have floated to the floor when he untied the straps. Still, the way it feels sliding over my nipples as he slowly pulls it down is really quite something.
Jacob stops breathing for a few beats when he sees me standing before him, naked except for my sandals, and I bite my lip as I notice how much his dick is dripping in response to me. I’ve rarely felt this desired, like he’s going to combust and die if he doesn’t touch me soon. He swallows hard, and I can feel the waves of lust emanating from his body like a heatwave. I reach out and take one of his hands in mine; even this simple, non-sexual contact has my cunt heating and tingling for more. “Take me to your bedroom,”I say softly.
Wordlessly, he leads me to his stairs, and I kick off the sandals before I begin the climb. “Oh, wait.” Jacob stops still as a statue, taking me literally and holding his position as I quickly retrieve my handbag; it has the nipple clamps in it, after all. They ended up being a freebie from Lianne and Rush as thanks for featuring them onJust the Tippi; from the wink Lianne gave me, she knew exactly when I was planning to use them, and with whom.
I take his hand again, and we resume the ascent, his steps getting marginally quicker as we go, until we reach a sanded wooden door that he pushes open like he’s running out of time.
I have mere seconds to take in his room - spartan, dark, tidy, with a huge kind sized bed in the middle of the far wall with the window to the left side of it - before he abruptly pushes me against the back of the door and kisses me, cupping my face in his hands and making sure his fingers cradle my head from the surface of the wood as his tongue meets mine.
My god, this man can kiss.
He’s less jittery than the first time, and even though he’s not taking his time, even though there’s a hurried quality to it, it speaks of passion rather than inexperience; he knows what to do, he just needs to feel confident enough to do it. Or maybe we just mesh well together. Whatever it is, it’s making me wet and starving for more.
