Page 36 of Every Time We Touch

One night?

That’s all Jen’s text says. It could mean a lot of things, but I know exactly what it means. I most certainly wasn’t expecting that—not from Jen. She must really want it. Or is she out somewhere and had too many cocktails? I don’t know her that well, of course, but that kiss was pretty spectacular.

I weigh my options, but it’s just for show. Perhaps because of what Skye said but, truth be told, her speech only stopped me from contacting Jen first. It doesn’t work the other way around—for this message I’ve just received. Because my lips are drawn all the way into an inadvertent smile and my heart slams against my rib cage. If I really tried, I could maybe ignore how I feel. The problem is that I don’t want to. Without giving it any further thought, I text back:

Yes!

Jen’s reply comes quickly.

Tonight?

Fuck, yes. My body’s already buzzing with anticipation and I still have two classes to teach. My fingers can’t move quickly enough when I text her my address and that I’ll be home at nine.

It takes everything I’ve got to focus on my students, yet I also dance with a lightness to my step. Jen’s coming over tonight. I can’t believe it.

My hands tremble when I open the door to Jen, but my nerves fade instantly when I see her in my doorway. She just stands there grinning, as if she’s in on some big, delicious secret. She’s most certainly about to be.

Instead of saying hello, I grab the bottom of her blouse and tug her inside. I figure she hasn’t come to talk and if this is going to be one night only, I don’t want to waste a minute of it on unnecessary words.

I slam the door shut behind her and push her against it, my body pressing into hers. It’s been a week since I last saw her—since we kissed—but it somehow feels as though she’s been with me all along. The thought of her hummed constantly in the back of my brain. The memory of that kiss has haunted me non-stop.

Something stops me from kissing her though. Probably my lips that can’t keep smiling. What the fuck is this? I didn’t even come close to this feeling with Eric. Oops. Best not go there.

“Hi,” Jen says, still with that same loopy grin on her face.

“What’s happening?” I ask. “Is this real? Are you really here?” I slip my hands under her blouse.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Jen says. “I don’t know how.” Her voice is breathy and low.

“Ditto.” She looks so beautiful when she’s already a little undone like this—I can’t wait to see what she will look like later, fully unraveled. My thumbs trace the line of her ribs and I feel the sharp intake of her breath beneath my hands.

Her smile falters and she leans in. Her mouth hovers over mine and her hot breath fans my face. I close the distance between us and kiss her, at last. It’s all I’ve been dreaming of the past week. Those soft lips on mine again. But Jen didn’t come here for a night of just kissing. She’s come here to make all my other dreams come true as well—the ones I fell victim to every time I’ve closed my eyes since last Wednesday.

I push her harder against the door and deepen the kiss, which is already so different from our first kiss. Inevitable though it was, it was also explorative and more tentative. This kiss is anything but hesitant. It’s the kiss of two people who know exactly what they’re here for. It’s foreplay.

Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer. My tongue slides against Jen’s, slick and slow, and my heart doesn’t know what to do with itself. My nipples strain against the cage of my bra. It’s not just this kiss that’s foreplay. It’s the hours of teaching her to dance and the days of wanting what I couldn’t have. Jen makes a low sound against my lips and I feel it everywhere. We have all night—at least I think we do—but I want her now. I need to have her. Now that she’s here, pushed up against my door like this, her tongue dancing with mine—no lessons required—I can’t hold back any longer.

When I pull back for just a split second, her lips instantly search for mine again. Like she can’t bear for our mouths to be apart for even a moment. My hands slide higher, up the swell of her breasts. This is where she stopped me last time—when it all became too much. I swipe my thumbs over her nipples and her response this time is only to sink her front teeth into my lip. To lower her hands until one of them slips underneath the back of my jeans and the other flips open the button. God, this woman. I barely know her, yet I want her with every fiber of my being.

Instead of kissing me again, Jen’s lips find my ear. “I need to be inside you,” she whispers.

My clit roars to attention, and it’s hardly been dormant since I received that text. Next, Jen pushes herself away from the door and turns us around in one smooth motion—you’d think she’s the professional dancer here. My back meets the wall and I have zero objections. There’s nothing I want more than Jen’s fingers inside me.

Again, Jen doesn’t kiss me, but she might as well be giving me the hottest, most maddening kiss ever, because, her gaze locked on mine, she slowly slips her hand between us. Heat pools in my belly as her fingers glide into my underwear. My breath stutters as I grab onto her shoulders. Jesus. She’s barely in the door and her hands are so close to my clit already. Her fingers skate through my wetness—and dripping wet for her I am.

Jen’s still looking me in the eye as her fingers enter me. I gasp as she moves inside me. As my body tries to catch up with what is happening. I try to hold her gaze, try to look into her beautiful blue eyes, but I can’t stop my head from falling against the door, from surrendering to this pleasure. A helpless sound escapes me. I clutch at her shoulders, but my body’s already giving in. Jennifer St James’ fingers inside me like this, fucking me against my front door, is simply too much. I clench hard around her, wanting to trap those divine fingers inside me for much longer.

“Jen.” Her name breaks from my lips as I lose myself completely in what she’s doing to me. In this madness that seems to have come out of nowhere. The tension inside me coils tighter and tighter—until it snaps. The orgasm tears through me, relentless wave after wave, my body shaking against her. I whisper her name again, but softer this time, like a secret I’ve been keeping from myself. She doesn’t look away as I come undone for her. This is why she’s here. Or maybe she had to be all over me as soon as I let her in, so that she couldn’t change her mind.

A small smile plays on her lips—making her look like the opposite of a woman about to change her mind—as she slowly slides her fingers out of me.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jen whispers and even though her voice is soft, it almost sounds like an accusation—albeit the best kind. Then, she surprises me again by bringing her fingers to her lips and sucking them all the way into her mouth. Fuck me. My clit starts pulsing between my legs again. And she says I’m too hot? I just came and I already want her again.

Chapter 19

Jen

As soon as Clancy let me in, I lost my mind. I’m no longer the Jennifer St James I’ve always been. Since Marcy planted that seed in my head—because she absolutely did—and gave me the permission I didn’t know I was waiting for, to have my fingers inside Clancy, my eyes on her gorgeous face, is all I’ve been thinking about. Although thinking is hardly the right word for it. I’ve been consumed by it, because rational thought has nothing to do with any of this—as if my brain has stepped aside and left my body to deal with the consequences.