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Chapter Five

Jared

My hands are on her waist, yanking her close. My lips are on hers like I’m starving. And I am.

Every kiss, every damn touch feels like it’s not enough.

She tastes like cinnamon, sweet and warm, and I can’t get enough of her. She moans into my mouth, and fuck, it’s like gasoline on a fire.

I abruptly remember her talking about Christmas for some reason. She smells like Christmas in that way that makes me remember being excited about presents, family time, and a break from school.

I vaguely realize that this is crazy to be thinking about Christmas when I’m desperate to get her clothing off.

I slide my hands down, grabbing her ass, pulling her against me. Her tights are so damn thin it’s like they’re daring me to rip them off, and hell, I’m up for the challenge.

“Jared,” she breathes, already wrecked, and we’ve barely even started.

I glance down at her legs, grinning like a bastard. “These poor tights,” I murmur, gripping them harder, teasing the fabric between my fingers. “They don’t stand a chance.”

Her eyes are half-lidded, lips parted, and that soft, desperate sound she makes—it’s all I need.

I tear into the tights with both hands, splitting them right down the middle, the sound of the fabric giving way is a rush, like the snap of tension between us. My fingers slide over her now bare thighs, her skin soft, warm, practically begging to be touched.

She whimpers as I shove her against the wall, sinking to my knees in front of her. “I’m not done ruining them yet.”

Before she can say anything, I have her panties pulled down, and my mouth is on her. She gasps, her hand tangling in my hair, yanking almost too hard, but I love it. I fucking love how lost she is already.

Her taste, sweet and intoxicating, spreads across my tongue, and I dive in deeper, licking and sucking until she’s whimpering like she can’t take it anymore.

“Jared, please,” she begs, her voice sounding almost broken.

I grin, pulling back for just a second, my breath hot against her. “You want more?”

She nods, biting her lip, and I notice that her legs are shaking.

“Good girl.” I don’t wait for her to answer, burying my face between her thighs again. My fingers slide inside her, just two, and she arches off the wall like she’s going to come undone.

Every thrust, every flick of my tongue drives her closer, and when she finally breaks, she shatters around me, crying out my name like a prayer.

I stand up, wiping my mouth, watching her try to catch her breath. She looks down at me, eyes wild. “Fuck, Jared.”

I grin. “You’re welcome.”

She pulls me in, lips crashing against mine.

I chuckle, feeling her hands slide under my shirt, fingertips tracing over my abs. She’s got this look on her face like she’s still starving, and it’s driving me insane.

She peels off my shirt, tossing it somewhere across the room, and her eyes light up like she’s unwrapping a damn present.

“Jesus,” she mutters, fingers trailing over my chest. “What kind of lawyer looks like this?”

I laugh, but the sound cuts off as she drops to her knees, hands already working my belt. The sound of the leather sliding out of the loops makes me harder than I thought possible, and when she tugs my pants down, I have to grip the edge of the dresser behind me to steady myself.

“You don’t have to…”

But before I can finish, her mouth is on me, hot and wet, and every damn thought in my head vanishes. She takes me deeper, her hand stroking in time with her mouth, and I’m trying not to lose it. My hands tighten on the dresser, the edges digging into my palms as I fight to stay in control.

“Shit,” I groan, my head falling back. “You’re gonna make me come too fast.”

She pulls back with a grin, her lips slick and swollen. “I won’t stop you.”

I grab her by the arm, pulling her to her feet and spinning her around, pinning her against the bed. “As much as I love that idea, I’m not done with you yet.”

I grab a condom from my wallet, tearing it open with my teeth. Her eyes track every move, pupils blown wide. There’s something innocent and wild about her all at once, and fuck, it’s addictive.

She lies back on the bed, her legs spreading like she’s inviting me in, but I pause, crawling up her body.

“You sure you want this?” I ask, my voice low.

She grabs my hand and guides it between her legs, where she’s still soaking wet. “Does that answer your question?”

“Fuck, Savannah.”

I push into her, slow and steady, and her breath hitches, a soft gasp escaping her lips. I lean down, pressing my forehead against hers, giving her time to adjust. She’s tight, her body gripping me like a vice, and I groan as I push deeper.

“Am I hurting you?” I ask, watching her face.

She shakes her head, biting her lip, and arches her back, driving me deeper. “No,” she whispers. “You feel…incredible.”

I start moving, slow at first, watching her closely. Her hands are on my shoulders, nails digging in, and her eyes are half-closed, lips parted.

Every time I pull back and thrust in again, a soft moan escapes her, and it’s driving me wild.

“Fuck, Savannah,” I mutter, my voice strained. “You’re so damn tight.”

She clenches around me, a wicked grin on her face. “Maybe I should’ve done this sooner.”

I laugh, but it comes out as more of a groan, and I kiss her again, hard and desperate. Our bodies move together, faster now, the tension building between us until I’m teetering on the edge. Her breathing becomes erratic, her nails raking down my back, and I know she’s close.

“Come for me,” I whisper against her lips, my voice rough. “I want to feel you come.”

Her body tightens around me, and with one final thrust, she falls apart, crying out as she shatters beneath me. The sight of her coming undone is too much, and I follow right behind, groaning as I empty into her.

For a moment, we just lie there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat. I pull out slowly, rolling onto my side and wrapping an arm around her, pulling her against my chest. She’s soft and warm, her breathing still uneven as she curls into me.

“I think you owe me dinner,” she mutters, her voice muffled against my chest.

I chuckle, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Room service it is.”

I grab the phone, ordering food—steak, fries, whatever the hell sounds good right now. When I hang up, she’s looking at me with a soft smile on her face.

“Tell me about the wedding,” I say, pulling her closer.

She laughs, a bitter sound. “Where do I even start?”

“Start with the worst part.”

She shakes her head, but within minutes, the words spill from her. Lemons. Layla. The wedding. A ruined Christmas. The fallout. Fuck.

I feel my chest constrict with something as I listen to her talk about how her life imploded.

“Damn, that’s rough,” I say, my heart twisting a little for her.

She nods, a sad smile forming. “Exactly. So here I am, running away to Chicago to start fresh.”

“Better late than never,” I say, brushing my fingers over her arm. “You’re brave for getting out.”

She looks over at me, eyes soft. “What about you? What’s your story?”

I shrug. “Not much of one. Joined the Chicago Icebreakers as their official lawyer. Been trying to stay out of trouble ever since. It’s just now the start of the season, and I’m not looking to make headlines.”

“I know I should have asked this earlier, but you’re single, right?”

I nod.

“And you’re not looking for a relationship either, huh?” she teases.

I shake my head. “Nope. Too much baggage. What about you?”

She laughs softly. “Same. This is just one night.”

“Just one night,” I repeat, but there’s a part of me that wonders if it could be more.

Before I can dwell on it, there’s a knock at the door. Room service. I get up, tugging on my pants, and bring the food in, setting it on the small table by the window. We sit together, eating in silence for a moment, but there’s a comfortable easiness between us now.

She takes a bite of her steak, moaning softly. “Okay, this might be the best decision I’ve ever made.”

I laugh. “Glad to hear it.”

After we eat, I pull her back onto the bed, my hands roaming over her body. “Round two?” I ask, my voice low.

She grins, her eyes flashing with excitement. “You better not make me addicted to sex after just one night.”

“No promises,” I murmur, kissing her again, already losing myself in her touch.

By the time we’re done, the plates are discarded on the floor, and she’s curled up against me, a satisfied grin on her face.