Don’t ask how she knows that, just let it go.
“Miz G, Jade and I are reasonable, responsible adults. We don’t need your retired friends to babysit us. In fact . . .” Tobin sauntered forward and stopped right in front of her. He hooked his index finger beneath her chin and swept his thumb across her bottom lip. “It’d be best if they steered clear and let us hash this out in our own way.”
Oh, that dangerous, sexy look in his eyes set her panties on fire.
“Shoot, we’re starting the boarding process, so I gotta go. Be good the next three weeks. Both of you.”
Click. She ended the call.
“Not a chance,” he rasped as he took the phone from Jade and chucked it on the counter.
“Not a chance . . . what?”
“Not a chance in hell that I’m gonna be good. I plan on bein’ very, very bad. Starting right now.” Tobin put his mouth on her ear. “Take off your jeans and brace yourself against the counter.”
Her head fell back and she whimpered when he started nibbling on her neck. Her nipples, her belly, her thighs had already gone hot and tight with anticipation.
Tobin freed her hair and smoothed his hands over her head. “Jade. Darlin’. Jeans off. Now.”
“I can’t think straight when you talk to me like that.”
“I’ll get you started.” He popped the button on her jeans. Somehow those thick fingers got a hold of the zipper tab and pulled it down. Then he slid his hand down her abdomen, his fingers slipping beneath the denim and lace underwear, over her mound.
She gasped when his middle finger pressed against her clit.
“Fuck. You’re already wet.”
“I’ve been wet since the grocery store.”
He groaned. “Don’t tell me that.”
She turned her head and let her tongue taste the skin below his strong jawline. “You’d rather I . . . ?”
“Take your goddamned pants off so I can put my mouth on this pussy and test your wetness myself.”
Her sex clenched and of course he felt it.
“You like that.”
Blushing, she angled forward trying to dislodge his hand as she worked her jeans down her legs.
He backed off only when she needed to kick her jeans aside. Then he dropped to his knees.
Jade’s belly rippled as she looked down at Tobin’s head. His hair seemed to be ten different colors of brown with russet, blond and burnished gold highlights that made it difficult to classify. When his mouth touched her belly button, her stomach rippled again.
“I never would’ve pegged you as a lace thong type.” His rough-tipped fingers traced the band running from her hip bones to her lower back. “I figured you’d be either funky bikini bottoms or those sexy boy shorts.”
“Disappointed?”
“Nope.” Tobin wound the lacy band around and around his finger until it got uncomfortably tight on the right side of her hip and started to pull up between her legs. He tipped his head back and locked his gaze to hers. He said, “Are you?” and jerked hard so all she heard was riiiiiip, and then her thong dangled from his fingers.
“God, Tobin. Are you trying to see if you can make me come without you even putting your mouth on me?”
“You liked that too,” he murmured. “Take off your shirt so nothing blocks my view when I’m watching you come.”
Her shirt hit the floor.
Those big, callused hands skated up the outsides of her thighs. “Spread your legs and hold on to the counter.” As soon as he had her in the position he liked, he opened her sex up with his thumbs, exposing the sensitive inner tissues to his gaze, his soft, short exhalations and his tongue.
Oh. That tongue.
Just the very tip circled her clit, then he flattened it as he slid it down the contour of her mound until his searching mouth found the source of wetness and he started to lick her. Lap at her. Making greedy, hungry, growling noises. Then he stopped and she could see his shoulders heaving. He turned his head and planted a soft smooch on the inside of her left thigh with warm, sticky lips.
Jade’s fingers tightened around the edge of the counter as she watched him, her heart thudding in her throat and chest. Her pulse throbbed differently between her legs, almost in anticipation for the next touch of his tongue or whisper of his breath.
“Jade, baby, I can’t.”
She swallowed hard. “You can’t what? Go down on me?”
Tobin’s head snapped back and he looked at her. “What? Wait. You think I don’t want to . . . ?” His groan vibrated everywhere and she trembled. “I was gonna try and take this slow, but fuck, woman. This pussy tastes like fucking candy. I just want to lick you, suck on you and bite you until you give me more of that sweetness as you’re bucking against my mouth.”