Burn for Me(17)

“I can do this, but there’s one thing I want out of the deal.”

“Besides sex?”

He nodded, inching closer to her, the corner of the bookshelves shielding them, as he lazily trailed his fingers down her bare arm. “You know we have fun together, and you know we fuck well, so let’s go out once. As friends. A friends-with-benefits date.”

“Smith,” she said, but her voice was already breathy. Her eyes looked hazy as he touched her, telling him she was starting to bend.

“One date, as part of your no-strings-attached plan,” he said, now reaching for her waist, brushing his fingers across her hipbone. She shivered at his touch, and he glanced around, glad they were in a section where no one could see where his hands were daring to travel. “Let me take you out to dinner at the end of the week on a proper date,” he said in a low voice, as he played with the waistband of her skirt. She drew a sharp breath.

“Maybe,” she said, and her eyes started to flutter shut.

He moved closer and shifted her body. Her chest faced the shelves, so no one could see what he was doing as he stood behind her, grazing his hands underneath her shirt, then across her belly. “We could see a movie. Or we could have dinner and as we wait for the food I could tell you about all the ways I want to take you again,” he said.

She arched her back against him. “Yeah?”

“And then after dinner, when you’re squirming under the table, all hot and bothered and as amped up as I am, you can come back to my place, and I can fuck you senseless on the kitchen table, or up against the wall, or maybe just in the hallway because we’ll want each other so badly we can’t make it to the bedroom,” he said, his voice a low dirty growl near her ear. “And it’ll be what you want, no strings attached.”

She hitched in her breath, not answering his question about a date. But right now, he wasn’t thinking about her yes to dinner; he was thinking about making her scream yes. He brushed the hair away from her ear, his lips buzzing her earlobe. “Are you wet for me right now?”

She didn’t answer with words. She merely nodded.

“Do you get wet for me when you’re alone, Jamie?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her shoulders rising and falling.

He yanked her hips back so her behind slammed into his erection, straining through his jeans. “I can picture you, sprawled out and naked, your hand between your legs. Have you ever gotten off to me?”

She reached her hand in the small of the space between their bodies, rubbing him through his jeans. Her fingers felt like electricity shooting through him, crackling sparks lighting up his blood and bones at her touch.

“Yes,” she answered.

“I would love to see that. You on your bed, letting your legs fall open. I’d love to stand in your doorway, to find you in the dark. Your eyes are closed, your head thrown back, those pretty pink pussy lips wet and glistening for me.”

She bit back a moan, and circled her ass against him, her body starting to take over. He teased her more, tracing the edge of her panties with his fingers. “I’d watch you, and I’d have to touch myself because it’d be so fucking hot to see you like that, your finger rubbing your clit, your other hand squeezing your breast as you touch yourself. Do you touch your breasts when you play with yourself?” he asked, hot in her ear, as she rubbed against him, her delicious ass making him feel like his dick was a steel rod.

“Sometimes,” she said in a hot whisper.

“And then I bet you thrust those hips when you get closer, just like you’re doing right now. You part your legs and start fucking your own hand hard, picturing my face between your legs. Is that what you fantasize about?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice bordering on a desperate cry.

“I would love to be licking your pussy right now, and sucking on your sweet clit, and have you writhing and moaning, your hands grabbing for my hair, pulling my face to you.”

“Oh my,” she gasped, as he dragged his hand between her legs, cupping her through her damp panties. She dropped her head back onto his shoulder. “I can’t take it. I need you now.”

Yes, he wanted to pump his fist. Only ten minutes into their new arrangement and things were working. He was going to win her over through sex. By giving her more of the best of her life and proving that he could be the man she wanted in the bedroom and out of the bedroom.

“Meet me outside,” he told her, and she smoothed out her shirt and left the store, while he carried the books in front of him to hide his hard-on. He stopped by the register to quickly pay for the Mad Libs, telling the bookstore owner to keep the change. They walked quickly around the block to his truck. He held the door open for her and watched as she scooted inside, his eyes roaming over her sexy body, her bare legs, her face rosy with lust.