Page 42 of Proof

Dear God, what was happening to me?

I could only pray that I wasn’t repeating the word “shoes” out loud because I’d come off as a maniac. Truth be told, my brain was too fogged over with lust to really care.

When he straightened, he once again reached for my zipper. As badly as I wanted him, I knew JJ would regret kissing me as soon as he was past the pity party he was throwing me.

“JJ—”

He kissed me again.

Harder.

Deeper.

Longer.

Much, much longer.

“Jesus,” I breathed when he broke the kiss.

“If you want my mouth back on yours, you’ll stop saying my name until I tell you to say it,” JJ said as evenly as if he were warning me I’d be put in a time-out.

That was what I needed, though.

A time-out.

Time.

I just really wantedtime.

For time to stop.

For time to slow.

For time to go backwards so I could spot the danger long before the bullet could even leave the chamber of the gun firing it.

I also wanted time to fast-forward past all the shit that was yet to come so I’d never have to wonder if JJ felt about me even half of how I felt about him.

If only everything besides me and JJ could remain still for a while.

I closed my eyes but kept my mouth shut when he lowered my fly. It seemed to take him much longer than it needed to and a hell of a lot more touching was involved than was necessary. Since I wasn’t wearing briefs, JJ was greeted with undeniable proof of what he was doing to me.

“That’s better,” he murmured before he kissed me again. My naked back hit the wall between the doorframe and the bathtub that doubled as the shower.

Every kiss was longer and more searing than the one before. I briefly wondered if he planned on leaving me hanging in my state of unbridled lust like I’d left him when I’d put an end to the kiss in my motel room. I realized I didn’t care. I’d take any part of JJ’s sensual assault that I could get.

I remained against the wall when JJ once again ended the kiss. I no longer gave a shit about him seeing my hard-on. He already knew what he was doing to me. He knew the power he yielded. He had every right to do with it what he wanted.

Once my pants were gone, I fully expected JJ to order me to get beneath the spray of the shower. I just hoped he kissed me one more time before he did, though.

He didn’t kiss me again.

Not while he was slowly removing his own clothing.

Not while his eyes remained glued to mine as he stepped out of his pants.

Not even when he began stroking his own hard dick.

“Get in the shower, Cass,” JJ said, his voice uneven, his eyes hungry. I had no clue if there would be any more kisses, but I really needed to find out.

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