A smile lifted the corner of Jackie’s juicy, full lips.
Antonio raised a brow. “Oh, it’s like that?” He put his arms around her waist. “We can stay in, ma. Whatever you want.”
Jackie’s hand went under Antonio’s shirt, her nails slightly grazing his chest.
Antonio closed his eyes, breathing through his nostrils. “Lucky,girl…” He was trying really hard not to get hard in front of a group of senior citizens. “You gotta chill.”
Jackie removed her hand with a seductive smirk.
Antonio pulled her by the shoulders to his side as they walked back to the trolley.
CHAPTER 39
Jackie couldn’t give a damn about dinner. Who cared about lamb chops or whatever the hell was going to be on the menu? The only thing she wanted to devour was Antonio. As soon as possible.
By the time they got off the elevator, Antonio had picked Jackie up, grabbing handfuls of her ass. She wasn’t sure how he was able to carry heranduse the keycard to open the door to their suite, but he did. All those years of football must have contributed to his dexterity.
“Where do you want it?” Antonio asked huskily, still holding Jackie. She enjoyed the feel of her body in his hands.
She scanned the room. There was a very large chaise near the window, overlooking the Savannah River. She nodded toward it, her hands gripping Antonio’s shoulders.
He walked across the suite, placing Jackie onto the chaise. Then he kissed her so deeply, so passionately, that Jackie forgot to breathe. When he released her from his kiss, he pinned his hands on both sides of her. “Howdo you want it?’
It was such a simple question. One that Jackie, in any other circumstance, would have an answer on the ready. A very nasty, very dirty answer. But her brain felt scrambled, and she felt as if she’d forgotten the English language. She closed her eyes and felt the energy between them, a pulsing warmth that moved from deep in her belly to her heart to her throat, and then—
“I want you…completely.” They were the first words she’d spoken in weeks, since shortly before her meeting with Guzman. And to the man who had her tongue-tied in the first place.
Antonio stroked Jackie’s throat tenderly, then kissed just under her jaw. “Damn, I’ve missed hearing you talk to me. You have no idea.”
“Antonio,” Jackie sighed, her voice shaky and a little scratchy. “I’ve missed saying your name.”
“You’ll have your chance to say it all night.”
Antonio stood up and calmly removed his clothes. First, kicking off his trainers. Then, pulling his hoodie and tank over his head. When he got to the waistband of his sweats, Jackie had to say something.
“Slower,” she demanded. She damn sure didn’t want him unwrapping her gift in such a hurry. She considered it an early Christmas present.
Antonio chuckled but acquiesced. He slowly lowered his sweatpants over his large thighs until they pooled on the floor. Jackie looked at the print of his dick in his designer boxer briefs, erect and rigid against his thigh.Damn, she marveled. The man’s dick was so solid, it needed his thigh for support. God was definitely showing out when they made Antonio Steele.
Antonio was about to drop his drawers when Jackie shook her head. He tilted his head.
