“He offered me a different job.”
Huh?
She rolled her eyes at the stupefied expression on my face. “When I first sent my resume to Cirrus Radio, I indicated that I was interested in the Phoenix market. You know, because of my parents. Apparently, there’s a slot opening up there in a month and he wondered if I wanted to consider it.”
I felt my heart drop. No, really. I felt it actually bounce off my ankles. “And what did you say?”
“Obviously, that I’m not interested.” She leaned in and wrapped an arm around my waist, tilting her face up toward mine. “I’m getting settled here. I’ve got ties.”
I smirked down at her. “I’ve never seen you wear a tie. But if you’re referring to getting tied up—or down…” I deflected, not ready for The Serious Conversation yet. I’d been riding the emotion train for just about twenty-four hours now and needed to get off.
Not that way.
Well, okay, that way, too; but I am trying to be serious here.
True to form, Jensen smacked me. And blushed. I liked that part. “I’m buying a condo, I have new friends, I already moved my bank account, I’m getting a fan base… and there’s you,” she finished softly.
My heart skipped a few beats, which I didn’t understand—It’s not like we were a couple or anything. I wanted her desperately—duh—but mostly, I just liked having her around.
All I said was, “Me?”
Her other arm joined the first one around my waist, and I felt every incredible inch of her against my body.
Hello, Mr. Stiffy, and thanks for joining us again today.
Jen’s slow smile told me that she noticed the stirring against her belly. “Yeah, you.” She let her head fall back and looked at me through half-lidded eyes. “You can’t tell me you’re not curious to see where this goes.”
“I know exactly where it goes.”
“Yeah? Then show me.”
Coherent thought evaporated.
I spun and smashed her into the living room wall, crushing her lips with mine. My tongue invaded her mouth, not waiting for an invitation. She didn’t seem to mind, answering every thrust with one of her own, those little whimpers I craved going from the back of her throat straight down to my groin.
Her hands crept over my shoulders to land, interlocked, behind my neck, yanking me down even closer. I obliged, since that put my hands in the vicinity of her ass, and I needed to fill my palms with her more than I needed my next breath.
I wasn’t sure that I was breathing, anyway.
I scooped her up easily, dragging one hand underneath her thigh to hook it around my waist. Smart girl that she was, she took the hint and wrapped the other one around me, too. I pressed her into the wall, ostensibly to hold her up, but really, I needed to feel her against my throbbing dick before it killed me.
And holy crap, maybe it had, because she started a grinding action with her hips that practically had the top of my head blowing off.
We had too many clothes on.
She’d worn a shirt with buttons, and for the life of me, I couldn’t get the little pearls through the holes to take it off. I realized my fingers were trembling and took a deep inhale to steady them. Hey, look at that. I actually was breathing. I let an exhale out on a groan against her lips when her hands unwound from my neck to start undoing the buttons herself.
Once again, we were totally in sync.
I sucked in an unsteady breath and swept my tongue alongside hers, wishing I could just move into her and stay a while.
My need for her was beyond reason, beyond control, and it scared the ever-loving crap out of me.
But not enough to stop.
Because maybe, if I gave in to her gravitational pull, it would finally let me go and I could get back to my life again.
She had her blouse open and I could feel her fumbling with the front catch on her bra. “Let me, Jen. Please.”
She wrapped her arms behind my head again and I broke away from her lips, taking slow tastes of her skin as I made my way down to the lacy edge of satin that covered her. I swept my tongue underneath, tasting the sweetness that belonged to Jen alone, and she shuddered. I did it again, and her breathing became uneven, every exhale bringing a tiny sound from her throat.
Trailing my fingertips down the smooth fabric until I could cup the full weight of her breasts in my hands, I teased her nipples with gentle passes of my thumbs. Her head dropped back into the wall, and her moan sounded like it was ripped involuntarily from her throat.
Much as I loved having her here, I couldn’t pay proper homage to her breasts in this position, because we’d be in full view of the neighbors through the open living room curtains.
I straightened, testing the strength of her legs around me. Satisfied that she wasn’t going anywhere, I surrounded her with my arms and rained kisses on her face as I headed toward my bedroom, heeling the door shut to keep the dogs out.