He remained silent.
I narrowed my eyes at him and frowned. “You asked me a question and I answered you and now you’re just gawking at me. Say something!” I threw my hands in the air. “Please!”
“I want to make sure I understand what you’re saying before I respond.” Jay ran his tongue across his bottom lip. “You’re telling me that what happened last night was just a reaction?”
I forced myself to nod. “Yes.”
He stood up, rising to his full height. Something tightened deep in my belly and I hated myself for it.
“You kissed me. You made the first move. You’ve made every move,” Jay pointed out. “And you want me to believe that it was just a reaction from this week?”
I nodded, my stomach fluttering with nerves.
“I don’t believe you,” he uttered, taking a step toward me. “But if you’re sure it was nothing and we’re both just wired from this week, let me test your theory.”
“Okay,” I breathed, unsure what he was going to do.
“I’m going to kiss you.” He reached out, stroking my cheek with his thumb lightly.
My body flooded with desire the moment his fingertip touched my skin and I took a shuddering breath. Feeling my resolve weakening, I dropped my eyes to his sexy mouth.
“And then what?” I whispered.
“And if you don’t feel anything, we’ll drop it. Chalk it up to the craziness of the week.”
We were so close that I was inhaling the woodsy scent of his soap. His nearly naked body was so close that I could feel his body heat through the thin fabric of my camisole. He was intoxicating.
“Are you up for it?” he asked softly.
I tilted my head upward, meeting his gaze. “Sure, we can try,” I responded nonchalantly.
I wanted him to kiss me so bad that my lips trembled.
His big hands wrapped around my neck and his thumbs cradled my face. The pads of his fingers stroked my nape, causing a chill to ripple down my spine. He leaned down so that our foreheads touched. His nose grazed my nose, moving up and down the bridge, seducing me with the jolts of pleasure his contact conjured up.
Seconds passed, the suspense built, and then Jay’s lips met mine.
Even though my body reacted immediately, it took my mind a second to fully register what was happening.
Unlike the night before, it wasn’t a kiss that was fueled by late night admissions and lust. It was passionate. It was powerful. It was possessive.
It was everything I was scared it would be.
My hands slid across his muscles as I got caught up in the moment. The knot in my belly unraveled, moving slow and thick through me like fiery lava inflaming the lower half of my body. My heart fluttered with excitement and before my mind could talk me out of it, I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck.
Taking the fact that I’d pulled him closer as confirmation that I wanted the kiss to happen, Jay swiped his tongue against mine, causing me to moan my approval. He was hard and I moved my body against his erection as the kiss deepened. I felt a vibration ricochet throughout my entire body. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
His hands ran down my neck, over my shoulders and down my sides. When he got to the hemline of my satin top, his hands slipped underneath, and he rubbed my back. Having his hands against my bare skin did something to both of us and the kiss deepened. He held me close and I melded into him. My soft body pressed against his hard one and my hands danced over him. The feeling was electric.
He started moving backward, keeping me against him. When we stopped moving, he slowly pulled out of the kiss. I felt warm and heady. My heart was racing. My lips were swollen. And my body felt enflamed.
He sat down on the bed. With his hands on my hips, his fingers flexed against my ass as he stared up at me. “Now look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t feel anything,” he challenged me.
“I can’t,” I admitted.
He pulled me into his lap, moving my legs until I was straddling him. “You can’t because you feel something real,” he uttered against my lips. Leaving kisses across my cheek on the way to my ear, he bit down on my earlobe. “And I don’t just mean this dick.”
My entire lower body clenched at his words. I closed my eyes and started grinding on him. Between the way he kissed me and the way his dick felt pressed against me, I knew exactly what I wanted.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
My lashes fluttered open.
“Are you still pretending that you don’t feel anything?” he asked, his hands moving to my ass.
I let out a huff of air instead of the moan that was caught in my throat. Unable to hold out any longer, I slipped my arms around his neck. “I want you,” I admitted.
“How bad?” He slipped his hands underneath the satin shorts I wore.
“I want you so bad that I fantasized about you slipping my shorts down and sliding into my pussy. I imagined you pushing my legs back and fucking me until my body was weak and stress free. And since the thought first entered my mind, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
A deep sexy groan rumbled from his throat. “Shit,” he breathed before crashing his lips against mine.
One hand left my ass and grazed the underside of my breasts as he removed my top. Before the cami could hit the floor, he
