I know very well what they would think. They would be sure that my genes were showing themselves because no matter who I was now, the fact remained that I’d been brought into this world by two crazy people.
I spot Jack strolling back to the car in a swagger that wipes all coherent thoughts from my mind. I squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache that comes over me. I feel as if I’m caught in a whirling tornado that I can’t escape. I don’t want to escape either.
“All set,” he says as he settles back into his seat.
“Here we are,” I say when we get to my block of apartments.
“Thanks for driving us,” he says as if we’re on a work trip rather than an escapade to satisfy our lust.
In all that time we were at the Alms, I tried to give myself all sorts of reasons why I should ignore what my body was telling me. Jack and I work together. Sleeping with him would create all sorts of awkwardness. My mind came up with a rejoinder. He wasn’t going to be at the station for long. If he decides to be a firefighter, he’ll most likely go for training elsewhere. So, working together is not a consideration.
He’ll think I’m loose for sleeping with him on our first day, but my body doesn’t care. All I care about is to feel those massive hands on my skin and his full lips against mine. I don’t care what he’ll think of me afterward. I’ll deal with it then. Besides, I’ve never had a one-night stand. I’d like to have that on the list of crazy things that I’ve done.
With that, I lead the way into my building and to the elevator. The doors close, and Jack surprises me by taking me into his arms. He kisses me softly at first, nibbling my lips as if studying them first. My heart pounds in my chest as I lose myself in the taste and scent of him. I forget that we’re in an elevator as he pulls me tightly against his thick bulge. My body comes alive and aches for more. I press my aroused nipples against his chest, and he groans into my mouth. A sound that goes straight to my soaked center.
A jolt brings me back to the present, and Jack breaks the kiss.
“I want to do dirty, hot things to you,” he whispers into my ears, and my legs turn to jelly and threaten to buckle under me.
I feel wild and reckless as I lead the way to my front door. Jack steps up behind me and wraps his arm around me. He kisses my neck, and I let out a soft moan. His hands slide up to cup my breasts possessively. I fumble with the key as his thumbs graze across my nipples.
“We’ll be here all night if you keep doing that,” I tell him.
He chuckles and drops his hands. I open the door and step in, holding it open for him. I shut the door, and then those big, masculine hands are on me. This time, his kiss is demanding as he presses me to him.
Moans surround me before I realize they are coming from me. With his kisses, Jack invades all my senses. He tastes like spice and danger. His hands cup my ass, setting my body on fire, and my arousal builds up to unbearable levels. I need more and thread my fingers through his thick wavy hair.
He draws back and stares into my eyes. His eyes are a dark shade of blue, and I shudder with longing as I hold his gaze.
“I want you naked,” he growls. “Let’s take this to your bedroom.”
I take his hand and lead the way down the hallway, all the while caught in a haze of lust firmly in control of my actions. I feel no shame as I take him to my room and shut the door behind us.
He takes me into his arms again and kisses me while his hands pull down my pants. I help him by sliding them over my hips and then stepping out of them. I groan when Jack pushes his thick bulge against my soaking panties.
He trails kisses from my mouth to my jawline and neck, cups my breasts through my top before he starts to pop open the buttons. When they are all undone, I shrug out of it as Jack descends on my breasts. He sucks my breasts through my lacy bra.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says. “I can’t wait to have you under me, wet and ready.”
His words make me blush. I’ve never been with a man who was so brazen about his intentions, and I like it. He reaches around my back and snaps open my bra like a man who has done it a thousand times. It doesn’t matter, I tell myself. Besides, a man who looks like Jack is bound to have women throw themselves at him, just like I’ve done. It’s a disturbing thought, and I push it out of my mind.