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With a sigh of defeat, I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight against me. If this is goodbye, then I’ll make this the best goodbye sex she’s ever had.
Chapter Twenty
Dallas, TX
Mia
The touch of Jake’s lips on mine is intoxicating. I can’t get enough. All I want is him. And I want him now.
I know where this could lead. There’s no doubt he’s thinking the same thing. Thinking this is a bad idea. But with the way he’s kissing me back and the way he’s holding me close, I don’t think either of us care. This feels right. Maybe, after all this time, we need this connection.
I’ve dated other men before. Been with them intimately. But none of those moments with those other men compare to what’s happening right now.
At this point, I’ve come to the realization my crush on Jake never ended. I used to be afraid of him seeing all of me, the real me. Not anymore. I’m done hiding from him. If this is my one chance to show him how I feel, I’m taking it.
He pulls me closer to him, one strong arm wraps around my waist while the other brushes over my butt. I cling to him, wrapping a leg around his. His cock is hard against my inner thigh. I moan as he breaks our kiss. He glides his lips down my jaw, my neck, my collarbone, before stopping at the swell of my breast.
All that arguing, his teasing, his flirting. Was that to get my attention? To tell me he wants me as much as I’ve wanted him? If that’s true, I’m now kicking myself for not giving in sooner. For not setting aside my fears and insecurities long enough to see him as the man I’ve desired for all these years, not the man I couldn’t have.
I lift my shirt over my head and let it fall to the ground. I grab him again and crash my lips to his. His muscled chest feels hard against mine.
“Mia,” he breathes between kisses. “Are you sure?”
I pull him back into my kiss. No talking. No more arguing. No regrets. I’m done fighting what feels natural.
I want him. I crave him.
“I need you.”
I barely get the words out when he grabs hold of my legs. “Jump.”
I do as he says. He lifts me, pinning me against the wall. My sex rests on his cock, only the material of our jeans separating us.
“Fuck,” he moans.
I wrap my legs around his hips, bringing him closer and scratching my nails down his back. His breath hitches between kisses.
I accept his kiss deepening kiss. His taste is something out of this world. The heat that burned the last time he kissed me now has grown into a wildfire. I need him to put out the flames quickly building inside me. No other man that can do that
I try to wriggle against him. Anything for that orgasm. But he holds me tight, keeping me from finding friction. Dammit.
A frustrated moan escapes my lips.
“You do that, baby girl, and we’ll be fucking in the hallway.”
“So?” I don’t know what’s come over me. At this point, as long as I have him, I don’t care where we do it.
“You deserve better.”
“Then take me to the bedroom already.”
“All in good time. I intend to take my time with you.”
“But I want?—”
He shushes me with his warm lips on the sweet spot of my neck. “You’ll have it when you’re ready, baby girl.”
“Your place or mine?” I say, kissing up and down his neck. I’m desperate for him to give me what I want.