Then his free hand was in my hair angling my face up. His mouth came down hard, our lips crashing together as if magnetized. I’d longed for this moment for far too long and easily parted my lips so our tongues could tangle together.
He groaned in the back of his throat as I ground against him.
“Fuck,” he spat, letting me go as the heat he’d created vaporized when he put feet between us.
He was at the bar pouring a double and tossing it back as I struggled for breath. For a kiss I’d fantasied for years, he’d spoiled the reality by holding back.
After pouring and drinking another, he slouched onto the couch and stared at the wall in front of him. He was so in another world, he didn’t stop me from pouring myself a glass from the decanter. I drank deep, needing more liquid courage for what I was about to do next.
I sat down on the couch, leaving some space between us. I didn’t want to spook him before I played my final card.
“You want me,” I said with a fearlessness I didn’t feel.
The way he looked at me I couldn’t be sure if my words had come out correctly.
He glanced away. “It doesn’t matter. I made a promise.”
I blinked several times, trying to process his words. “A promise…” The only person I could see him making such a promise to was my sister. “Chris made you promise to stay away from me?” It wasn’t much of a question as I was piecing together the things he’d said tonight. I was so going to kill her.
“No,” he snapped. “She didn’t.” Then under his breath, I thought he said, “Not until after I made her promise to stay away from Cam.”
I didn’t want to believe my sister would do that to me. Granted, she had no clue I was interested in Eddie. After my crush became obvious to everyone and I’d heard him call me jailbait, I’d played like Eddie got on my nerves. I started fights with him and said things I didn’t mean so everyone would leave it alone. It had worked.
Pushing off the couch, I stood as best I could. Then I slid my hands under my skirt, hooked my thumbs in my thong, and shimmed it down my leg bent in half as if I planned to touch my toes in the process.
Steady as I may, I lifted one foot and then the other before righting myself. Inwardly, I clapped because I didn’t stumble. I flung my panties onto his lap, covering the tent that had formed there.
“Are you really going to keep your promise?”
Chapter Two
You would have thought he was the Flash for how fast he leaned over to tug me onto his lap. I straddled him with my achy center perched on his hardness.
Our tongues dueled first as his hand cradled the back of my head.
“You think you can tease me,” he warned. “I’m a man not to be played with, Jilly. So tell me now if you don’t want this.”
His growl turned me on. I was for sure leaving a wet stain on his expensive looking pants.
“Yes.” I sounded breathless but didn’t care. “I want you.”
He tumbled me to my back and pushed up my fluttering skirt with reverence until I was bare to him.
A moment later his mouth covered my mound like a man starved. He licked and sucked me in places until I saw stars. The man was talented with his tongue, sliding it up my slit to circle my clit, making me writhe beneath him.
“Be still,” he commanded.
Was he crazy? Talk about tease. I ached to have him deep inside me. I grabbed his hair in a firm grip and tried to force him to go where I wanted him.
His rumbling chuckle only frustrated me.
“What do you want, pet?” he asked, flicking his tongue over my swollen nub.
I wanted to scream. “Fuck me.” But I managed to say it without sounding like I was speaking through a megaphone.
Hooded eyes met mine with a sexy smirk. “Not yet.”
Instead, he added a finger to the mix, slipping it just a little way in. I bucked my hips, wanting so much more. I’d waited nearly nineteen years for this.
When he sucked my clit, I did scream, coming apart all around him. He stoked the flames, making my orgasm go on forever with the stroke of his finger.
Feeling boneless, my guard down, the liquor loosening my tongue, I said, “God, I love you.”
He stiffened. I could feel the tension in his muscles as he looked up. If not for how sober he’d spoken all night, I would have thought his glazed eyes were an indication he was as drunk as I was.
Somewhere in my head I tried to think of a way out of what I’d done. This was over. I’d ruined it. He was never going to fuck me now. Stupid, stupid, stupid.