Because Jack reaches out, yanks me against his hard body, and kisses the hell out of me.
The door is kicked shut. I’m pressed up against a wall.
Jack is kissing me.
Holy shit … Jack is kissing me.
And I’m letting him.
I shouldn’t but—
I part my lips on a breath. His tongue slips into my mouth.
And my brain switches off.
I loop my arms around his neck, holding him close.
He slides his fingers into my hair, gripping the strands, and angles my head exactly where he wants it, so he can kiss me deeper.
It’s possessive.
It’s raw and needful. Desperate.
And I’m here for all of it.
His thigh slides between mine, parting my legs, bringing our bodies together. I can feel his erection pressed up against my stomach.
Sweet Jesus.
“I was right,” he whispers into my mouth.
“About?” I manage to say.
“How good you taste.”
I’m pretty sure I moan.
“And you feel even better than anything I could conjure up.” His lips are chasing a path down my neck.
“You thought about me? This?”
His eyes come back to mine. “Every fucking night.”
He takes my mouth again, the kiss fast becoming desperate again.
My hands slide down his arms, to his waist. Finding the hem of his T-shirt, I slip my hands underneath, against the hard of his back muscles, needing to feel his skin.
Soft. So fucking soft.
I hear a groan.
This time, it’s from him.
His erection pushes into my stomach.
I’m panting into his mouth. I feel like I’m going to explode. My clit is throbbing, pressed up against his thigh. I need to move to release the pressure.
As if reading my mind, he starts to move his leg against me, creating a delicious friction against the spot where I need it most.
I feel shameless in this moment.
I’m here, fully dressed, dry-humping my neighbor’s leg against his apartment wall, and I don’t even care.
I should stop this.
No, you shouldn’t. Shut up, Audrey.
That’s my vagina talking.
In all honesty, I don’t think I could even if I tried.
I want this. I want him.
We’re all heat, hands, lips, and tongues.
My hands move to his stomach, feeling the ridges.
Jack breaks our kiss. Reaching his hand to the back of his neck, he grabs hold of his T-shirt and pulls it off over his head in that sexy way that guys do.
He tosses the shirt aside.
My eyes drop lower.
He’s cut. My God, is he cut.
My fingers reach out, tracing the lines of his muscles. He has a tattoo on his right bicep.
“Keep looking at me like that, and I will fuck you against this wall.”
My eyes lift to his.
The way he’s looking at me …
I can’t remember any man looking at me with as much heat in his eyes as Jack is right now.
“Alpha much?” I smirk.
So does he.
Then, he kisses me again. Harder. Needier.
I wind my fingers into his hair.
His hand slides slowly up my waist, his thumb grazing the underside of my boob.
Touching yet not touching anywhere nearly enough.
“You want my hands on you?” he murmurs, lips peppering kisses to the side of mine.
“Yes.”
His hand covers my breast over my shirt, thumb grazing over my nipple.
“Oh God,” I moan.
“He ain’t here. But I am.”
Jack’s hand is on my breast. His thigh moving against my clit. His erection rubbing against my stomach. His tongue back in my mouth.
I’m powerless to resist.
It’s been so long. Too long since I’ve felt like this.
And if I’m being honest, I don’t think I have ever felt this good.
“Jack … I …”
“Hush, baby. I’ll get you there.” He sweeps his tongue over my lips, biting down on the bottom one. He kisses across my jaw to my ear. His fingers tweak my nipple. His teeth graze my earlobe. His thigh presses against me.
And I go off like a rocket. Falling apart in his arms.
I can’t even think about how vulnerable I am to him right now.
Without a doubt, I would fall to the floor from the force of that orgasm if it wasn’t for Jack holding me up.
I’m out of breath, panting.
Jack’s lips press soft kisses to my feverish face. “You’re so fucking hot when you come.”
His mouth comes to mine, kissing me.
I can already feel myself starting to come down from the high he just gave me.
I can also feel the shame coming in. The failure at not even being able to stick to my own stupid rules because of a gorgeous face.
Okay, it’s not just his face. I like Jack.
But I’m the way I am for a reason. Getting close to anyone is a bad idea.
I need to get out of here.
“Jack …”
“Audrey.” He rests his forehead to mine, eyes holding me still.
“I … we … shouldn’t …”
“Yes, we should.”
“I can’t …”
“You like me, Audrey. That much is obvious from the way you came against my leg.”
His words are crass. They should offend me. But they don’t. Because all they do is make me feel hot.
“And I like you,” he continues. “That much is obvious from this.” He presses his hard erection against my stomach, making me squirm.
Surely, I can’t want more from him already after that spectacular orgasm he just gave me.
His hand lifts to my hair. Brushing it back, he tucks it behind my ear. “So, what’s stopping you?”
“I … it’s complicated.” My eyes slide to the side.
He captures my chin in his palm, bringing my gaze back to his. “Are you married?”
“God, no.” I laugh.
“In a relationship?”
“No.”
“You like me?”
“Don’t seek compliments.” I roll my eyes. “You know I do.”
“Then, there’s nothing complicated about it. Only if you choose to make it so.”
I sigh. He doesn’t understand. And I can’t explain it to him. Because truthfully, sometimes, I don’t fully understand it myself.
“I know I’m going ass-backward about this, and this is
