“Shut up and kiss me already.” Who am I to disappoint? I slam my mouth into hers. Our hands are busy, trying to get our jackets off of each other without breaking contact. It’s not an easy feat, but we manage to shrug our jackets off with our lips still fused together.
Now that the bulk between us is gone, I can do what I wish. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. She gasps as my hardness hits her center. “We should go to the bedroom,” she pants.
“Tell me where it is.” She tries to slide down, but I grasp her ass, keeping her in place. “Just tell me.” I don’t want to lose contact. Lose the feel of her body pressed against mine.
“Straight down the hall. It’s the door at the end.” She clings to me, pressing feverish kisses against my throat. Arms secured around me so she doesn’t fall. Not like I would let that happen. In less than a minute we’re in her room, and I place her right beside her bed.
Her hand reaches for the strap of her dress, but I grab it before she even has a hold of it. “Don’t. I want to do that.” As much as I’ve always enjoyed the rush of getting a woman into my bed, I want to take my time with her. She’s not like the other women, and I don’t want to treat her like she is.
Her cheeks pinken and she steps toward me, hands outstretched. Her fingers fumble with the buttons on my shirt. One by one the buttons come apart, my undershirt exposed with each one. Her warm breath hits my chest as she comes closer, sliding my shirt off my shoulders.
The moment feels surreal, and like so much more than just sex. I honestly can’t remember the last time a woman has undressed me. Or if it’s ever happened before. I relish the time she’s taking to pay attention to my body. Taking her time. Torturing me in the best way possible.
She reaches her hand under my shirt, tracing the muscles as she lifts it up and up. I hurry the process and reach behind my head, pulling it off in one swift movement.
“Somebody is impatient,” she smirks as she trails her hands down my chest, then my stomach, before stopping at the top of my pants. With one finger she unbuttons them, and excruciatingly slowly pulls the zipper down. Grabbing the waistband of both my pants and boxers, she slides them down my legs, gasping as my cock springs free.
She sits on the edge of the bed, staring at me. I feel insecure, completely undressed and vulnerable to her gaze. Wondering how much of me she’s truly seeing. Not just the superficial stuff. My muscled body, or scars from falling off my bike and trying crazy ass stunts on the court. But the fear I have that this is something real. Something I’ve never had before. That she’s made me want her for more than a couple of nights of fun.
I grab her hands until she’s standing again. My hand reaches for the bottom of her dress, and I slowly lift it up. Running my fingers over her soft skin, never breaking contact, until I pull it over her head and throw it on the floor behind us.
All she’s left in are her lacy bra and panties, and her heels. “You are a sight for sore eyes.”
She bursts out laughing. Not exactly the reaction I was expecting considering I’m buck naked and trying to be sweet. “Sorry. I just never understood that phrase, and it’s kind of cheesy.”
“Okay,” I breathe out. “You are stunning. Every. Single. Inch.” I drive the point home by tracing the outline of her bra until I reach the back and undo the clasp.
“You’re pretty good at that.” Her voice is shaky. I’m not sure if it’s from nerves or the fact that I can take a bra off one-handed in less than thirty seconds. A result of lots of practice, but she doesn’t need to have that confirmed. Not now, and not ever.
“Mhm,” I mumble. She starts to take her panties off, but I stop her. “That’s my job.”
I ease her onto her bed until she’s lying down. Her long brown hair fans out above her, and she looks ethereal. I study every inch of exposed skin. Tonight, will be one she never forgets.
Twenty
Jolene
Bentley towers over me,domineering and unafraid to take what he wants. He’s most definitely the wolf and I’m the prey. I watch him taking in my body on full display. Yearning for something I’ve been holding out on giving him. The reward at the end of the chase. I wasn’t putting this off because I wanted to tease him. That would be cruel, and I’m not that sort of woman. I wanted to make sure it was right…for both of us. That I could trust him. I haven’t seen his face grace the font of a tabloid in weeks. At least, not with another woman. It’s mostly him hanging out with teammates or shooting hoops with Derrick. That’s how I know he’s trustworthy, and tonight will be perfect.
He leans over me until his face is mere inches away from mine. “Are you still good? I don’t want to stop what we’ve started, but I will if you have any doubts.”
His fingers brush a stray hair off my forehead and the gentleness turns me on more than when he picked me up and carried me to my room. The soft side that he doesn’t show anyone else is precisely why I’m falling for him. “I’m good.”
Nodding his understanding, he kisses along my jawline, pausing to nip at my ear. He gently sucks on my lobe and heat rushes south. Who would have known I’m a sucker for my ears being played with? I turn my head until my lips brush against his. “Kiss me.”
He doesn’t hesitate. His mouth melds to mine, and it’s pure perfection. It’s as if my lips were made for his. They make me forget all the rejection in my past. The hurt so many, especially those who were supposed to love me unconditionally, have caused me to disappear. All that matters is right now, with him.
His mouth breaks away from mine and works down my neck, settling on my right nipple. He bites down. Not too hard, but hard enough to no longer know the difference between pain and pleasure.
I squirm under the attention his mouth and tongue give me. His dick twitches with the friction. “Stop torturing me already,” I all but pant.
He doesn’t respond, but I can feel him smile against my skin. He gives attention to the other nipple, but nowhere near as much as he did the first. My body is on fire and he hasn't even entered me yet. I swear if he doesn’t do something soon, I’m going to scream out of frustration.
I move my hand to his head and tangle my fingers in his hair. Maybe if I guide him further down, he’ll take the hint. It’s been months since I’ve been with anyone, and I know I will go off like a firework at the slightest touch.
Finally, he works his way down. His tongue gliding a patch down my stomach. He reaches one hand up to pinch my nipple, and the other to my warm center. Feeling how much I want him through the lace fabric. “I think you’re almost ready for me.” His voice is gruff. As if it’s taking everything in him not to devour me. His breath against my thighs sends shivers through my body. I’m going to lose it before he’s done anything. This is one of those times I wish foreplay didn’t exist. The wait until the main attraction is almost painful.
Using his teeth, he pulls down the edge of my panties and shimmies them down my legs. I start to kick my heels off, but he places a hand on my foot. A silent command to leave them on. That’s kind of weird, but whatever floats his boat.