“Yeah, you are,” she agreed.
“Just go home, Jacey,” he said. “Before I say something else that attempts to destroy any friendship we have left.”
“I can’t,” she whispered. If she left now she might not have the courage to come back. She’d been the one to tell him about her conquests, laughing as she described having sex with another guy. She was an idiot. And if he told her to get the hell out when she was done, then she would. It would kill her to walk away but she would.
He sat back down and lifted the glass. “Then stay at your own risk. I’m not going to pussyfoot around with you when I told you now wasn’t the time.”
“I understand,” she said, sitting beside him again at the table.
They sat for a few minutes in silence. Jacey had never seen Jonas like this. It was blowing her mind.
“Jacey,” Jonas said as he emptied his glass and reached for the bottle. “You better talk soon.”
“Why are you drinking?” she blurted.
“You came all the way over here on a Friday night, a night I know is girls’ night, to ask me why I’m sitting in my house drinking?”
“No, I’ve just never seen you drink like this,” she said.
“There’s a lot you’ve never seen,” he muttered and took another sip.
“So show me,” she whispered and finally, he met her eyes.
“Don’t,” he said.
“Why not?” she countered.
“Trust me. You don’t want to go there. Not now. Not tonight.”
“Why not tonight?”
“Because I’m not in the mood to play games with you tonight.”
“Too bad. Girls’ night included a toy store visit and I picked something up.”
“Go find someone to play with then, Jacey.”
“I’m trying to.”
“Don’t, Jacey. Just don’t. I’m not going to be one of your bed buddies for a night.”
“Why? I know you want me,” she blurted.
“So, you finally opened your eyes, huh? Well, good for you, Jacey. Chalk me up to another male conquest and just go home.”
“I’m not leaving, Jonas. So you can either deal with me or I can sit here and watch you drink.”
“You wouldn’t like the way I’d deal with you,” he muttered, standing and taking his glass to the sink where, with a sigh, he dumped the whiskey out. “You’ve ruined a really good buzz.”
“Maybe I’d enjoy the way you’d deal with me,” she said, coming to her feet and moving over to stand behind him.
He turned around, his eyes blazing. At five-foot-eight-inches, she wasn’t that much shorter than he. In fact their bodies aligned perfectly. He had a longer torso than she so their legs were the same length, making the important parts align just right. She glanced down at his slacks where there was definitely something growing.
“Sizing me up?” he said and her eyes flew back up to his face.
Damn it. Enough was enough. “Yeah, I’m sizing you up, Jonas.” She moved into him, not stopping until they were touching, her breasts against his chest, her pussy nudging the growing bulge in his pants.
“Back off, Jacey,” he grunted. His nostrils flared and his hands gripped the counter behind him so tightly that his knuckles were white. But she could feel his cock at full mast now and damn it felt good.
“Or what?” she asked. “Are you going to discipline me, Jonas? Gonna spank my ass until it’s nice and red?” She reached out to shove his shirt off his shoulders, trapping his arms at his sides, and scraped her nails over his chest. “Is that what you want to do to me?” she purred and rubbed her hot cunt along his clothed cock.
“Fuck it,” he said. “I tried, Jacey, I really tried.” Then he was shoving away from the counter and his shirt was on the floor. She found herself backed against the wall with him plastered against her. “No more Mr. Nice Guy. Tonight I’m going to take what I want.”
“Yes,” she moaned in agreement as his lips found her neck and he began sucking and licking along the column. “Tonight you’re mine,” he stated and nipped her jaw with his teeth, making her cry out. “Say it, Jacey. Say you’re mine,” he ordered.
“I’m yours,” she agreed, hungry for his kiss.
“Anything I want, any way I want,” he said.
“Yes,” she agreed.
“Good,” he said, and nodding, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the kitchen, heading down the hall to the stairs that led to his bedroom. She’d been in there before. But not like this, not with the intention of sex. They were up the stairs in a blur and at his bedroom door.