“Daphne, what are you doing?”
There’s a hint of violence riding the edge of his words—an implied threat that if I don’t start talking Jack’s going to take action. I gulp and force the words out. “I’m not sorry,” I repeat. I force my eyes away from this torso, travel up over his solid pecs that strain against the buttons of his perfect white shirt, and land on his brown eyes that have turned almost black. In those deep, dark depths, I see something familiar—a need so strong that it threatens to consume you. “I’m not sorry,” I say again, only this time with more strength. “I’m not sorry I kissed you. I’m not sorry that I want you. I’m not sorry—”
I don’t get the last part out because Jack’s mouth smothers mine. His hands dive to my ass, lifting me up at the same time that he slams me against the side of the metal stall. My legs spread to accommodate his body and his hot, thick cock presses against my naked core. I rub myself shamelessly against him, shivering as the wool of his pants abrades my sensitive parts.
One of Jack’s hands stays planted under my ass while the other slides up my leg, around the curve of my ass and finds my bare sex.
He curses. “How long have you been naked under your dress?”
“Since after the photographs,” I admit, my mouth leaving his to trail along his hard jaw. “I’ve wanted you so much, Jack. I’m always wet for you.”
He lets out a mindless groan. My own gasp of ecstasy joins his as his fingers use my body’s lubrication to ease a path inside my channel.
“Fuck, it’s just as I’d dreamed it would be. Hot. Tight.” He thrusts against me, his dick pushing against his hand. “Wet.”
I wrench at his shirt and buttons ping against the walls and tiles as I tear it open.
“Wait. Wait.” He backs off, lowering me to the ground.
“No!” I cry and leap toward him.
He shakes his head and steps out of reach. “How much do you love your family?”
I glare. “Why?”
“Because I need to be inside you and I don’t want my first time with you to be in a crappy church bathroom. Plus, I’m going to need time to work out all my pent-up frustration.”
My body throbs in anticipation. “Who cares where the first time is? This is as good as any.”
I want my hands back on him. I inch forward. He sidesteps me.
“I haven’t used my dick since May eight years ago,” he says.
“What?” I’m so surprised my hands freeze in mid-air.
“What did you expect? I’ve only wanted you since you spit into my milk in the first grade.”
“But you never said anything?”
“Well…that was because I was a dumbshit.” Jack thrusts a frustrated hand through hair that I’ve totally mauled. “I didn’t realize that I wanted you until you started going out with Tinsel Paper—“
“Ansel Paulson”
“—our sophomore year in college. I was super jealous and realized that I was in love with you, but I was kind of with—”
“Carrie Martin.”
“I didn’t date her,” he scowls.
“You did her.”
“I didn’t.” He bites his lower lip. “Truth is, I haven’t done anyone.”
My jaw hits the floor. “Ever?”
“Yeah.” A faint flush colors the tops of his ears. “I…I’d think I wanted to do it, but when it came time to actually…” He clears his throat, which has also turned red. “Anyway, it seemed wrong.” He pins me with a dark gaze. “You?”
I shake my head, part in wonder and part in answer to his question. “No one. Why do you think the guys kept breaking up with me? And Ansel Paulson was my lab partner. I never dated him.”
“What about Tony Burroughs?”
“Who?”
“The suit dude that took you out for dinner the entire month of September last year.”
I laugh. “He was a vendor trying to get my firm’s computer business. I went to a few dinner meetings with him, but there was no”—I swirl my hand in the air—“hanky panky.”
“Oh, my sweet dumb Daphne. Those were dates.”
“Huh.” Looking back, I guess the dinners could’ve been mistaken for a date, but we talked about ergonomics and sizes of monitors and hard drives and how he believed that I shouldn’t be tied to ones that were too big because some people thought they needed a lot of storage when in reality, they would be happy with only a little bit. “Ohhhhh.”
Jack shakes his head. “I see now that I was placed on this earth to protect you from your own instincts.”
“What about you?” I cry. “You’ve always had women around you.”
“I tried dating, but it never worked out.” He grabs my hand and starts dragging me down the hall.
“Jack—”
“Not another word,” he thunders.
“But—”
“Seriously, did you not hear what I just said? Not one more word or I’m tearing your clothes off and fucking you in this hallway with all your family and your family’s friends in the vestibule of this church. “