Not with Mike.Not with anyone.
This isn’t an obligation.
This isn’t routine.
This is electricity and gravity, and heat.
“C’mere,” he grunts and licks a trail from my neck to the valley between my breasts.
I clutch his shoulders.
J.T.is enormous.
So sexy.
So sure of himself.
But more than that?
He’s sure of me.
And as his hands move with growing confidence, as his mouth finds mine again—slower this time, deeper—I realize something that makes my knees go weak.
I’m not just turned on.
I’m awake.
And I don’t ever want to go back to sleep.
Chapter12
J.T
Unwrapping Kelly is like the best damn gift I’ve ever laid my hands on.
And I am a man who has had access to just about anything money can buy.
None of it compares to this.
She’s even more than I imagined—and that’s saying something, because I’ve got one hell of an imagination.
Years of it.
Years of watching her from across rooms, picturing what it would feel like to peel fabric from skin, to hear my name fall from her mouth in the dark.
Years of discipline.
Of restraint.
Now she’s here.
In my house.
In my fucking bedroom.
Just a few steps from my bed.
And the real thing?
