“Why?” I ask again, whispering now.
His hands, which are braced against the wall on either side of my head, slam down into the plaster with frustration. My entire body jumps, and my lip quivers.
He leans his face in agonisingly slowly, then tells me in a gravelly, possessive, stomach-flipping voice, “Because you’re mine.”
I gasp.
His lips descend on my lips, hard and frenzied, and I can feel every ounce of his passion. I moan into the kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth with intent, caressing mine, claiming me. His hands cup either side of my face, his thumbs brushing the hollow of my throat, tantalising my nerve endings and making me feel it all the way down between my thighs.
I’m not entirely sure of what’s happening, but I’m incapable of proper thought. My body is in charge now, my brain instantly forgetting the events that brought us here, to this moment. And really, I don’t care. I want him more than caution would deem wise.
I’m so taken aback by his kiss that I press my palms flat against the wall behind me, too afraid to touch him. Frightened that touching him will make me wake up from the dream of him telling me that I’m his.
I once read that people who have imaginary friends never reach out to touch them. There’s some part of their brain that subconsciously knows it will break the spell. That’s what it feels like with Jay. He entrances me in a way that makes me feel like he must not be real. Someone so incredible could only be a figment of my imagination.
But he isn’t.
His erection grinding hard into my thigh is evidence of that.
Bravely, I grip his shoulders, breaking past the barrier. I could stay in this kiss forever. Stay in this room where there’s only the sensation of our battling tongues and the noise of our frantic, heavy breathing.
He plunders every inch of my mouth, nibbles on my lips, murmuring hot words, his voice reverent. His thumbs continue to stroke at my throat, so erotically I feel like I could come without him having to so much as venture any lower.
A harsh cry of pleasure rumbles out of me, and he moves his mouth down my chin to my throat to join his dexterous thumbs. He nuzzles and sucks and massages, and I feel like I’m going to burst.
“Christ, I need you,” he swears. “If you don’t stop me now, I’m going to fuck you, darlin’.”
He licks a line from my neck to my earlobe, taking it into his mouth and sucking, his tongue flickering.
“Jay.” I moan his name, and an appreciative groan rumbles up out of his chest. “Yes. Please.”
He growls with satisfaction as I urge him on.
His hand travels under the hem of my dress, sliding up my leg to my inner thigh. I whimper when he cups me right between the legs — hard. He moves his face down to my chest, whispering his lips over the crest of my cleavage, pressing needy, feverish kisses to the tops of my breasts.
His other hand cups my breast as his mouth returns to my lips, licking and nibbling. Locating my nipple, he bites it hard through the fabric, and I cry out. I’m completely breathless. Without warning he picks me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. He carries me to the bed and lays me down, then goes over to the door and turns the lock.
“Don’t want anyone interrupting us,” he says in a dangerously sexy voice.
I’m practically panting. He comes and settles himself between my thighs, his hands braced on the bed to hold himself over me.
“These sheets smell like you,” I say, unable to help myself.
My words seem to surprise him. “You like that?”
I can only nod in reply.
“I used to live here, before Jessie decided she wanted her place to herself. This was my room.”
“Oh,” I breathe.
We lock eyes for a long time, and one of his hands goes to my mouth, fingers brushing tenderly at my bottom lip. One finger slips inside a little, and I suck gently. Jay swears.
“Those fucking lips. So soft. So perfect.”
My cheeks heat up
“I’ve never seen a more exquisite sight than you when you’re all turned on, darlin’. You know that?”
I avert my eyes, but he takes my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him.
“You want me?” he asks, swallowing.
“Yes,” I answer, my voice barely audible.
My eyes flicker back and forth between his, my heart fluttering. When his hand travels from my mouth and back to my neck, he grips me, his big hand practically going all the way around to my nape. I turn completely boneless beneath him. As he bends down, his mouth meets mine again harshly. He claims me with his tongue. Our chests rise and fall with our rapid breathing. I break the kiss and nuzzle my nose below his ear, finally mustering up the courage to tell him what I want.