“What isn’t like you?”
“Thinking with my body, not my mind.”
He captured her hand, now resting against his neck, her thumb on his pulse, and kissed her palm. “How do you feel? Right now. What’s your body telling you at this very moment?”
She tipped her forehead to rest against his, closed her eyes, and sank deep inside her skin. Her body was talking to her, the message subtle but insistent in a way it hadn’t been before she bought the Duc. The pain flaring with each gentle curl of his fingers against her bottom only added to the clamor. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “The signals are so mixed. I should be terrified. I should be in pain. All I am is turned on.”
She breathed the last word into his open mouth, his lips plush and resilient against hers, while her fingers stroked the ruthlessly shaved skin of his jaw. Her index fingers brushed the corners of his mouth as she kissed him, his tongue flickering out to taste hers, then lick the tips and suck them into his mouth.
A beat of pleasure pulsed through her, lingering in her nipples, her sex. His gaze met hers unashamedly as he bit down ever so gently on the pads of her fingers. “What’s your body telling you, Erin?”
She paused for a split second to consider the messages dancing along her nerves: arousal, desire, excitement, and a connection she could no longer deny. She was falling for Jack, and falling hard. Her heart all but stopped when this fact burst into awareness in her brain, her stomach doing a slow loop. She’d already broken one promise to a man, a big promise. A “love, honor, and cherish until death do us part” promise. But the promise she’d made to herself was just as important, the promise to live her life as fully as she could, throttle open all the way, engine screaming at the redline, the wind pushing her back as the machine bore her forward.
She would do this, everything her body asked of her, and she’d let him go. She’d keep both promises, and damn the cost. It was easy enough to tell herself that. The only thing left on her list was skydiving, and Jack had already booked them flight time to make the jump.
He was still looking up at her, eyes expectant, hands a warm weight against her bottom. In response she hitched herself forward just a little, wrapped her right arm around his neck, slid the fingers of her left hand into his hair, and kissed him. “I want this,” she breathed between kisses. She was slick and hot and quivering with eagerness, and all she could think about was how good it would feel when he stretched her open and slid inside. “I want this,” she said again.
“Me, too,” he murmured.
He hoisted her to her feet and backed her into the wall beside the door, then swung one of the chairs around and wedged the back under the handle so the door wouldn’t open.
“Wait,” she said, and wriggled free to yank the stretchy key ring from her arm. She opened the door, locked it from the outside, then let it close again.
“Did you just lock us in?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“That’s my girl.”
She reached over and flicked off the light switch, plunging the room into near darkness. The fluorescents from the stacks lit up a rectangle on the table, but otherwise, the room was in shadows. He backed her into the wall again, and claimed her mouth; she let out a strangled yelp when her bottom hit the cement. The noise quickly became a shuddering moan when his strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his body and away from the wall.
It was a smearing, intense kiss, too much pressure and slick, hot tongue, and yet not enough, not nearly enough. She arched into his body and wound her leg around his calf, desperate to get him against her, inside her. One day on a bike and she was an adrenaline junkie, sliding down that slippery slope to wrack and ruin.
Yes. Oh God, yes.
Jack braced one arm against the wall and used his hips to shove her back, grinding against her. She gasped again and reached for his belt, tugging his shirt up, running greedy hands over his ridged abdomen, gripping his waistband and pulling him closer.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled when her fingers brushed his straining shaft. “Get … come on…”
She went to work on his belt and zipper while he flicked open the hook-and-eye closure of her trousers. The weight of her belt and the lining sent her trousers to the floor. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and dropped them, then stepped out of one leg opening, listening for any sounds other than Jack’s deep breaths and the tear and slick sound of a condom rolling down.
“Gonna have to be quiet,” he said, and unceremoniously wrapped his arm around her waist again and hoisted her.
“Okay, yes, hurry,” she said, ready to promise whatever with his hard cock nudging into her folds.