Page 44 of Just for Tonight

We ride to the condo in silence, electricity crackling between us. The rain has slowed to a drizzle, and when I pull in the driveway, Jake immediately gets out of the car. He’s opening my door and offering his hand in record time, his eyes dark with anticipation. We walk to the door together, holding hands. He taps in the code with precision and we step inside as soon as the door opens. The condo is dark and shadowy, the temperature cool. Jake locks the door and touches the light switch that puts on dim lighting throughout the entire unit.

“Just a note to the landlady, it should do music, too,” he notes with a smile, but I don’t care about details. I frame his face in my hands and back him into the wall, claiming the kiss I’ve been dreaming about for weeks.

This time, I’m not going to stop.

Jake makes a little growl of satisfaction and angles his mouth over mine, deepening the kiss even as his hands lock around my waist. His lips are firm and demanding, his enthusiasm clear when I lean against him fully. He’s so hard. I’m the one to use my tongue first and I love how he catches his breath.

Yes, he liked that before. I open my mouth and demand more, loving how he grips my waist and lifts me to my toes. I kick off my shoes and run my toe up his leg, he breaks our kiss and kicks off his own shoes. I’m tossed over his shoulder before I realize what he’s going to do, and I laugh out loud when he takes the stairs two at a time.

I’m not a delicate little flower. Men don’t pick me up and carry me around much, but Jake is barely winded when we reach the bedroom. He drops me on the bed and follows me down, his weight pinning me to the mattress as his mouth closes over mine once more. He kisses me until I’m dizzy, but I want more.

I roll him to his back and straddle him, gripping his head with both hands as I feast upon his mouth, taking all I want and a little extra. He’s so hard and I rub against him, rocking on top of him as he groans with pleasure.

“Too many clothes,” he mutters when I lift my head and I smile down at him. His eyes are glinting and his smile is wicked.

“That was my line.”

He reaches for the front of my jacket. “Need some help?”

“Not a chance.” I shrug out of it and cast it across the room, then kneel up to unfasten my dress. It has a side zipper, which I unzip, then I tug it over my head. Jake is watching me so intently that I’m not sure he’s remembering to breathe. I love when a guy is that obviously fascinated with me. I also love how Jake catches his breath at the sight of my lingerie.

“Oh, my god,” he says under his breath, like I’m his fantasy come true. He reaches out to slide a fingertip down the side of my black lace merry widow. His throat works. “You were sitting there, at dinner, talking about grape vines and ambition, acting as if everything was normal and you were wearing this.”

“My little secret.”

“It’s a good one.”

“I had to guess what you like,” I say as his hand drifts down my side. His appreciation is obvious and that makes me feel like I’m writing this script.

“Black lace,” he whispers, then reaches up to cup my breast. His palm is warm and his thumb slides across my nipple, teasing it to a peak. He watches, then takes a breath before meeting my gaze. “It was teal lace before. Do you prefer colours?”

To tell the truth, I’m surprised he remembers. “I do,” I admit. “And I like to be matchy-matchy.”

“This goes perfectly with the dress,” he says, his fingers sliding under the lace at one hip. “I guess if it was colder, you’d wear stockings, too.” It’s obvious what he wants the answer to be, and I have to love that his right answer is the same as mine.

“Absolutely. I love stockings and garters. I thought about wearing some tonight.”

Jake takes a deep breath. “Something to consider.”

“They make me feel so sexy.”

“This looks sexy,” he says, his gaze trailing over me again. The corner of his mouth lifts. “But I think that’s because you’re inside.” His other hand rises to cup my other breast, his thumbs caressing me as I stretch my hands over my head and enjoy. I’m not someone who needs the spotlight, but it’s really hot to display myself to Jake. He’s so intent that he’s barely breathing and his hands are pure magic.

Jake swears softly when I gasp and arch my back. “Come here, Mackenzie,” he growls and I lower myself over him, ensuring that my nipple lands close to his mouth. He grins and rolls me to my side, his mouth closing over my nipple and his tongue making the magic that I remember so very well. I roll to my back, letting him get to it, and leisurely undress him as he savors me. His tie is easy to remove. He moves his shoulders when I push at his jacket, facilitating its removal. I unbutton his shirt and run my hands over him, pinching his nipples as he grazes mine with his teeth. He catches my nipple between his teeth and flicks his tongue against it, tormenting me in the most wonderful way possible.

I unfasten his belt and his pants, sliding one hand down the front to caress him and using the other to push his trousers over his butt. He rolls away abruptly and strips down to nothing in record time, flinging his socks away before he dives back onto the bed again. “Never get caught in just socks,” he murmurs, pulling me beneath him with purpose.

“Is this the Jake Cavendish rule for sex?”

“Not the only one, but it’s important.”

I watch as he opens the condom, recognizing another of his rules. He’s never without protection. “Not dignified?”

“Not sexy.” He kisses me fiercely. “And in a moment like this, I want to be as sexy as is humanly possible.”

“You’re doing pretty well.”

“You’ve set the bar high,” he says, then shakes his head. “But I’m willing to work for it.” His hands fit around my waist, then he eases my panties down, his hands feeling like sin on my skin. He slides down the length of me and I part my legs, knowing his destination. I can’t wait for him to feast on me again. It was phenomenal the first time and I’ve been dreaming about it ever since.