My stomach flipped at his words. He’d been thinking about me. Hadn’t I been thinking about him, too?
He moved even closer, boxing me in against the wall with his large frame. “Tell me you haven’t been thinking about me.”
I couldn’t lie, but I couldn’t say the words out loud either.
He took that as an affirmation and reached up to brush my cheek with his knuckles. “See,” he said softly. “I knew it.”
I hitched a breath. Where he’d touched me had lit on fire, and instantly, my body wanted more. He’d barely grazed my face, yet I wanted to strip us both naked and climb him like a tree. He was everything I’d hated about my brothers and father, but here I was, desperate for him.
He moved in even closer and pressed his forehead to mine. “I missed you.”
My voice was breathy. “You didn’t miss me. You don’t even know me.”
But I’d missed him, too. So stupid.
“I do know you. I know you like expensive shoes and drink vodka and eat spicy food. I know you like to read and watch films. I know you want to educate yourself because you don’t want to carry on living a life where you’re going to worry whether or not someone you love is going to come home at night.”
Everything he’d said was true.
“And that’s why this can’t happen,” I said. “Don’t you think I’ll worry every single time you leave the house?”
Why was I even thinking this way? There was no future with Jayden Wynter. It simply couldn’t happen. And like I’d said, we barely knew each other.
But I didn’t stop him when our lips brushed, and I opened mine wider, my tongue reaching for him. His hands threaded into my hair, raking down, stopping to cup my jaw. I melted into him. God, why did he have such an effect on me? No man had ever possessed me the way he did. I barely knew him, and yet he owned me.
The door opened as someone made their way to the toilets, but Jay didn’t so much as flinch. He just carried on kissing me as though we were the only people here. His body pressed hard to mine, his muscles crushing me to the wall behind, and I didn’t even care. I wound my arms around his neck, kissing him even deeper.
This was a very public display of affection.
He grabbed one of my thighs, hooking it around his hip, while the other hand found my breast. Desire coiled low and hot in my stomach, and I ground on the erection I found jammed firmly against me. Our breathing grew ragged, and I raked my fingers over his scalp, deliberately digging in my nails.
His hand moved down, pushing beneath the waistband of the very casual sweatpants I’d worn out that night and then into my underwear. His fingers scraped against my mons and then down lower still. I was already wet for him, and he pressed on my clit, sending fireworks through me. I groaned into his mouth.
The position of his body hid what he was doing to me from anyone who was passing, but we were still in public. As far as I was aware, the people I’d been drinking with were still sitting around the table, only on the other side of the door, and there was nothing stopping them catching us. What had they made of Jayden arriving here and throwing Kyle out before dragging me off? They were bound to be talking about it. Would they know who he was? It was unlikely, but he still gave the impression of being someone important. He had that ‘don’t fuck with me’ air. I didn’t want any of my friends catching us, though, but I still couldn’t bring myself to tell him to stop.
He slid his fingers between my folds and plunged one of his digits deep inside me. I gasped and clung to his shoulders, rocking my hips to meet his movements.
“Your pussy feels so good around my fingers, Ivy,” he murmured beside my ear. “You’re so hot and wet.”
He added a second, stretching me around him.
“Do you like that? Tell me that you like.”
“Oh God, yes,” I gasped. “I like it.”
We were going to get caught, I was sure of it, but for some reason that only added to my excitement. I felt how wet I was as his fingers curled inside me. He caught my hair with his other hand, yanking it hard enough to hurt, pulling my head back like a horse with reins, forcing me to look up at him. I was completely in his grip, willing to do anything he told me in that moment.
I let out a whimper, and my eyes slipped shut, rolling with pleasure. His whole hand owned my pussy, his fingers inside me, the ball of his palm positioned to allow me to grind my clit against it.
The heat of my orgasm built, and I chased my peak, but then he slipped his fingers from me and kissed my mouth.
I wilted in disappointment. “No, don’t stop.”
He straightened my clothes. “You’re coming home with me.”
“I can’t. I’m supposed to be back soon. I’ll be missed from the house.”
“Then I’ll fuck you in my car and drive you home.”