I moved closer so my body was flush against his. He put his hands on my hips, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Our noses were an inch apart.
“And you thought kissing me would fuck this up?” I murmured.
He nodded slowly. “Yeah, because I knew if I started kissing you, I wasn’t going to want to stop.”
My heart thumped in my chest as we stared into each other’s eyes.
So, when I lowered my head, I made sure my lips were against his as I spoke. “Then don’t stop.”
All the air left my body when his lips seductively covered mine. The kiss earlier had been quick, soft, earnest. It had made my stomach flutter. But the slow, sensual, knowing way in which his mouthmoved over mine now got me wet. I grabbed the collar of his T-shirt as his kiss swept through my body.
His hands slipped from my hips to my ass, and a chill ran up and down my spine. When he leaned back slightly, pulling me onto him, I felt his erection. And as our kiss deepened and our tongues met, I found myself attempting to climb into his lap.
Something within me snapped.
The combination of our passion, our conversation, our chemistry, and that bulge in his shorts had me ready to give myself to him. I was so shocked by the realization that I pulled away.
“I see what you meant earlier,” I said breathlessly.
Still cupping my ass, he kept me pinned to him. “Which part?”
“About not wanting to stop.”
“Then we should get out of here.” His lips pulled into a slow seductive smile. “Because right now, all I want to do is tie you up, stretch you out, and bury myself deep inside you. I want to make you come… loudly… and repeatedly.”
His words hardened my nipples, and I swallowed hard.
The good sense I’d been born with, that I’d cultivated through adulthood, left me as I stared into his eyes. “I want that, too,” I told him.
“What?”
“All of it. I want everything you want.” I loosened my grip on his shirt and allowed my hand to travel between us, moving down his firm chest and over his soft midsection.
Holding my gaze, he licked his lips. “Jazmyn, I want to know what you sound like when you come.”
I moved my hand to the bulge that was straining against his shorts. “And I want you to make me come so you can hear me.”
His eyes closed momentarily. “Jazz…”
The sexy way he dragged my name out made my toes curl.
“I like you,” he said roughly. “I don’t want to rush anything and mess up what we have going on. But if you don’t stop touching me, I’m going to bend you over right now and make you come on my dick.”
“I like you.” Bringing our faces closer, I squeezed his erection. “And I want to come on your dick… I need it.”
His mouth covered mine before the sentence had completely left me. We kissed with reckless abandon. Our hands were all over each other. I wanted him so bad that I was starting to lose control. The only thing I could think about was what it would feel like to be with him.
Breaking the kiss, I created enough space between us to be able to unzip his shorts.
His eyes dropped and watched me as I slipped my hand into his boxer briefs and wrapped my hand around his girthy dick. My eyes widened as I realized how big he was. And when I pulled it free, I sucked in a sharp breath.
Ohmigod …
Long, thick, hard, with a slight curve to the right. I was staring at a work of art.
When our eyes met, there was so much intensity in his gaze that I froze.
He grabbed the back of my neck and crashed his lips into mine. The force combined with his grip did something to me. I started stroking him, and he groaned into my mouth. Then he broke the kiss and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. The moment I saw the condom, another chill ran down my spine.
