He blinked at her. “My body?”
“I’m tired of fighting what I want. Make love to me, Chad.”
He shook his head. “No.”
“No?” That was the last thing she expected him to say. “Why not?”
“I’ve been thinking about that all night. I don’t want to hurt you again. We’re better off as friends.”
Now he was going all noble on her? Well, too damn late for that. “I’d like the opportunity to change your mind.”
She moved her mouth near his ear and nibbled on his lobe. “What if I kissed you here.” She softly caressed the sensitive skin in front of his ear with her lips. “And here.” She laid kisses across his jaw and down his neck.
“Jo, I can’t take—”
“And then back to here.” She returned her mouth to his and kissed him as she unbuttoned his shirt and let her hands roam his beautiful, hard body. When he kissed her back, she increased the pace, kissing him impatiently, urgently, to show him how much she wanted him.
He used to love when she’d tell him exactly what she wanted him to do to her, so she broke their kiss and then whispered in his ear, “I’d like it hard, and fast the first time, please. Then we’ll do it however you’d like it after that.”
He groaned, “God, Jo.”
It made her smile. “Was that a yes I heard, Mr. Jenks?”
“Yes. Dammit. But it’s still a bad idea.” His hands must not have agreed, because they were busy hiking up her dress so he could cup her rear end. He’d always had a thing for her butt.
With his mouth fused to hers and both of his hands still on her ass, he stood up and carried her toward his bedroom.
Chad kicked his door closed behind them and then lowered her until her feet hit the floor. He pulled her close and whispered, “I’ve wanted this ever since that first day, when you were spitting mad at me in your café.”
He reached behind her, slowly unzipping her dress until it slid from her body and cascaded to the floor.
He hummed in appreciation. “Nice.”
Thankfully, she’d taken the time to pick matching underwear earlier for her date. Just in case.
Who was she kidding? She’d picked it for Chad. Black lace was his favorite.
His gaze swept up and then back down her body, sending a lightning bolt of need to her nether regions. When his eyes darkened with desire, her insides quivered in anticipation. She wanted to rip his clothes off and get down to business, but he’d always liked taking his time undressing her. Suddenly, her own desires took a backseat. What she wanted most was to please him. To make him happy, to see him smile like he used to right before he made love to her. As if he was the luckiest guy in the world. Maybe going at his pace was the better choice after all.
He unclasped the front of her bra, gently parting the material as if opening a fragile gift. In a husky whisper, he said, “You’ve gotten even more beautiful, Jo. How is that possible?”
That made her heart a little gooey along with her knees.
But she’d vowed to keep things light between them, so she did her best to shut down the feelings trying to escape from that corner of her heart where she’d locked them away for good. “You’re not so bad yourself, Chad. But you have way too many clothes on.”
“Relax. We’ll take care of that—eventually.” His hands slid to her shoulders at the base of her neck, gently caressing the tension away as he leaned down and kissed her. It was the best massage she’d ever had. And the most erotic. She was like a ticking bomb, ready to explode any second.
When he’d softened her shoulders and neck muscles into putty, he slowly ended the kiss. Then using just his forefingers, he slipped her bra straps down her arms giving her goose bumps at his light touch, until the bra joined her dress on the carpet. His gaze swept over her newly exposed flesh as he knelt, and then, using the same two fingers, he slipped her thong down her legs.
After she stepped out of them, he ran his hands up the back up her calves, then her thighs, higher until he got to the junction between her legs already throbbing for his touch. When his fingers finally slipped inside her, she was already halfway to the promised land. It wasn’t going to take much to get her all the way there.
Then his tongue joined in the fun, and her head nearly blew right off of her shoulders. Her hands tangled in his soft hair, and she held on for dear life. She wanted to scream out, Yes, right there, and just like that, but she was so engulfed in the quickly building tsunami churning within her, it came out as a garbled groan. And then the “big O” hit her like a semitruck, hard, fast, and so very perfectly satisfying. Like nothing a mechanical device could ever give her. Only Chad.