Page 62 of Fundamentals of Chemistry

His expression turned feral.

Then, he sank to his knees before me, just like I had knelt before him only moments ago. He grasped me on either side of my waist and pressed his lips to my stomach.

My hands found his hair again, gently pulling and encouraging him as he moved up to kiss and suck my breasts through the thin lace. This was ecstasy. But I wanted more. My poor body was aching for everything he could give me.

“Jack,” I keened—a question and a command.

In answer, he pulled me down to my knees with him and kissed my mouth savagely. I returned the kiss with wild abandon.

Then, I was leaning back on the mat, stretched out with my hair fanning around me. Jack lay over me, propped on his elbows, hips pressed right where I wanted him between my thighs.

He claimed my mouth again, our tongues swirling together as we both tasted and took. I ground my hips up, pressing my center against his erection through our jeans, and we both groaned. I could have gone on like this for eternity and never wanted for anything ever again—as long as our bodies were together and his lips were on mine.

But no. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted to feel his skin against me everywhere. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me until I screamed.

This train of thought was insane. Fucking wasn’t kissing. If we crossed that line, there would be no going back. But as we ground against each other, and he kissed away my last remaining brain cells, I forgot why it would be a bad idea.

I broke the kiss and held his face in my hands. He had no choice but to look me dead in the eyes.

“I get it if you say no, because I’m about to say something crazy,” I panted. “But I really want you to fuck me right now.”

He stared at me for a minute while his brain, presumably just as fuzzy as mine from champagne and oxytocin, tried to process my words.

After a moment, he rolled his hips against mine, pressing his erection firmly into my center, and made a low, feral sound in the back of his throat.

Hell yes! This was happening. We were going to—

He froze. “I don’t have a condom.”

I smiled at him. This man was so impossibly considerate. I dragged my fingers across his scalp, luxuriating in the feeling of his thick hair.

“That’s okay. I have an IUD. And I’m clean. I’ve been tested since my last partner.”

I could see the wheels turning in his brain as my words sank in. “Alright,” he panted. “I’m clean, too. So… you’re sure, Princess? You want… you want me to—”

“Unequivocally,” I purred as I pulled his face back to mine for another sensual kiss.

A moan escaped him, and we got lost in each other again. Our kisses were slow and deep and all-consuming, and we began to remove each other’s clothes.

Jack kicked off his shoes.

I pulled his sweater over his head.

He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and slid a hand inside. I whimpered and arched back off the mat as he found my dripping center and drew the arousal up to circle my clit.

“So perfect,” he murmured. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

The sound I made in reply was somewhere between a purr and a cry. I held onto him for dear life while he continued to stroke and massage my most sensitive places.

But before either of us were able to slide our pants down over our hips, the door opened, and someone flicked on the overhead lights. I was momentarily blinded as the room flooded with fluorescent light and thumping house music.

“Hey, Jack?” called a familiar voice. “Are you in—oh shit!”

I shrieked, and Jack wrenched his hand out of my underwear and rolled off of me, revealing a man standing in the doorway, staring at us with eyes wide and mouth agape. I grabbed my shirt and covered my breasts as quickly as I could.

“Fuck! Alan!” Jack barked.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Alan croaked. “Is that Melanie?”