She flew off my lap and walked across the room to the opposite wall, stopped and turned to face me. In her journey across the room, she had managed to work up some very convincing tears. "Michael's face haunts my dreams. Those pale lifeless eyes staring up at me." She covered her face, and for a second I got lost in the realistic drama she was portraying.
"Your part," she muttered from behind her hands.
"Oh right. Jacob follows Kelly."
She giggled right through her realistic tears. "Actually, that's an action. That means you follow me across the room."
"Right." I moved to get up and realized that I was still feeling the effects of having her sit in my lap.
Jane tilted her head in confusion. "Are you all right?"
"Uh yeah, I am. I guess I'm just a great method actor. You mentioned that Jacob and Kelly were lovers that had been apart for awhile?"
"That's right."
"Well, when Kelly climbed into Jacob's lap, it stirred up some good time memories."
Jane’s brows bunched together for a second, then she understood. She laughed. "See, and you thought your acting was going to suck."
I got up and walked across the room to stand in front of her. "It helps to have a convincing leading lady." I lifted the script. "Let's see." My eyes scanned to the place where it said to follow Kelly. "Baby, those bad memories will fade. They'll be replaced by the good memories that we'll create when we spend our life together."
She worked up the tears again, and even though they were fake, I hated to see them. "Nothing feels right anymore, Jacob."
I scanned the script. "Jacob kisses Kelly." I looked up. "Is that a line or an action?"
Jane shyly bit her lip. "I think that's an action."
"Awesome." I tossed the script behind me, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her.
Jane hopped up on her toes to circle her arms around my neck. Her lips parted, encouraging a deeper kiss. My hands swept beneath her t-shirt smoothing over her back as she pressed her body harder against mine. The erection she had started when she climbed into my lap had returned and my mind split in two. As badly as I wanted to carry her into the bedroom and strip her naked, I grappled with the notion that I was taking too much advantage of the situation, a situation I had created when I had broken down her door.
But when her small hands slipped under my shirt and her fingers trailed over my chest and stomach, I pushed any strands of guilt away. It was hard to have a conscience when you had an irresistible woman in your arms. At least that was the justification I was going to use.
I took hold of her hand and walked her to the couch, deciding that dragging her straight off to the bedroom might have been pushing it. Without me asking, she climbed right back into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"I think this was where we were earlier in the script." She nestled her bottom against my hardened cock. "Yes, this was exactly the spot."
I cradled her in my arm and kissed her as my free hand explored her body. I pushed her shirt up above her bra and hooked my finger around the lacy cup. I pulled it down to expose her breast. I lowered my mouth over her and teased her taut nipple with my tongue. She lolled her head back against my arm and pushed her breast harder against my mouth.
I slid my hand down to her fly and unbuttoned it. Then I slipped my hand under her panties. She breathed a sigh of pleasure as my fingers pushed between the folds of her pussy. My cock surged with energy as her moisture coated my fingertips. She spread her thighs wider, inviting me to finger fuck her.
My thumb stayed nestled against her clit as I pushed two fingers into her. "Oh, Aidan," she mewled. Hearing my name roll off her parted lips made me ache with wanting her. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to fuck her.
Cradled in my lap, she rocked against my hand as my fingers dipped deeper. I realized there was nothing more I wanted in the world right then but for her to come hard, sitting there cradled in my arms, writhing against my hand with her perfect ass rubbing seductively against my cock. Even if we didn't make it past this moment on the couch, I would die unhappy if I didn't bring her to a hot, wild climax right then. It might have been a part of that same unexplained possessive, protectiveness I'd felt about her, but I wanted badly to master her body. I needed to know that I could satisfy her, even fully clothed and sitting on the couch. I wanted to make her come.
Her body responded to my touch as I thrummed my thumb over her clit. "Aidan," she moaned and then she brought her thighs together tightening her grip on my hand. She pressed her face against my shoulder, stifling her cry as her pussy clenched around my hand.
I badly wanted to strip her naked and carry her to my room, but I stopped myself. I didn't want to move too fast. She sighed contentedly and relaxed in my arms, curling against my chest with a soft sound that was close to a purr.
A knock on the door startled us both.
She climbed off my lap and quickly buttoned up as if we were teenagers getting caught by parents. "Are you expecting someone?" she asked.
"Not me. Do you think your ex came back?"
"I don't know. I doubt it. He looked pretty scared when he stumbled away."
I went to the door and opened it. Milo, the building supervisor, a guy with a double chin and a massive belly nodded hello. "I thought I might find Jane Briggs here."
Jane came around the door. She had smoothed her hair and straightened her clothes. "Yes, I'm here."
"I've got good news. The door came early. We'll be installing it tomorrow morning." He sneered my direction. "I'll send you the cost for the door and labor."
"That's fine."
The nosy old shit stood there for a second longer, shooting his shifty gaze back and forth between us.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"No, no. That's all."
"Perfect. Good night." I swung the door shut in his face.
Jane stifled a laugh with her hand.
"Why are all building supervisors such goobers?" I asked. "It must be a part of the job description. Non-goobers need not apply."
This time Jane didn't bother to cover her laugh.
"I'm glad I'm getting a door, but I'm kind of bummed too." She stepped into my arms, and it already seemed as if that was exactly where she belonged.
"Well, I could always walk through your door again."
Chapter Thirteen
Jane
The audition had lasted a lot longer than I expected. I felt good about it and they seemed happy with my reading, but it had made me an hour late for my job at Bulk Mart. And the day manager, a woman named Hilda, was not easy going like the night manager.
I slipped into the employee room unnoticed and quickly opened my locker. My phone buzzed with a text from Russell. "How did it go?"
My fingers flew over the screen. "It went well but I'm an hour late for work. And Horrible Hilda is on the floor."
"Shit, that's not good. Good luck with that." Another text came through before I could put the phone in my locker. "How is it going cohabitating with the big handsome guy who barreled through your door?"
I smiled down at the screen. Russell's text had brought back the cheek warming memory of my erotic escapade in Aidan's lap. It had been awhile since I'd felt that good in a man's arms. I don't know what took me so long to leave Brock. I had been so complacent about it all, as if I'd decided that passion wasn't all that big a deal. Aidan had reminded me that passion was indeed a big deal, and I had been missing it. I needed desperately to make up for lost time. And then, as if my thinking about him had triggered it, the phone rang.
Aidan's name was on the screen. It had been the first time his name had shown up on my phone. Instantly I felt that thrill you felt in a brand new relationship when you got the first phone call. I looked around. Aside from two of the warehouse guys eating lunch, the room was empty.
"Hello."
"Hey, how'd it go? Did your excellent practice partner help you nail the part?"
"Well, it's a little more complex than that. This was only the first read. I have to wait to see if there's a call back. But if it helps my practice partner's ego, I think he made it a very successful first read. Now I'm late for my drudge job. I've got to get out on the floor before my boss comes in and drags me out by my ear."
"OK, I'll let you go. I just wanted to see if you'd be interested in going to the beach on Sunday. The company beach house is mine for the weekend. I know you have to work on Friday and Saturday, but I thought we could get away for a day."
"That sounds amazing." I heard angry clacking footsteps outside the locker room. "I've got to go, Aidan. My boss is coming."
"All right. Have a good day." He hung up.
"Briggs!" Hilda's sharp tone rattled the lockers.
I tossed the phone into my locker and grabbed out my smock.
"You are sixty-eight minutes late."
"I know. I'm sorry. I had an audition."
She loomed over me as I buttoned the smock. "I don't care where you were. We were short out on the floor, and that's your fault. Three times last week, you were back late from lunch because you were busy studying those silly scripts."
I turned to face her. "I was never more than two minutes late."
"Two minutes that the other employees had to cover for you on the floor. This time I'll have to write you up."