Page 53 of Wildly Inappropriate

“I know, I’m try—”

“No. I get to get you off first.”

“But—”

He adds a second finger, making me convulse forward into his chest.

“Good girl. Take my fingers, and after you’ve come at least once, then, if you’re really good, I’ll give you my cock. Now, take your shirt off.”

Woah. The dominance in his voice…damn. I’m seconds away from coming on his fingers, but I grab the bottom of my shirt, pulling it and the sports bra I had on off in one go. He leans back, taking in the sight of me before leaning his head down, his back bending to reach my nipple and suck it in his mouth. There’s nothing I can do to stop the wave of desire that flows through my body. My walls flutter. JT looks up at me, his face a savage grin, before he lightly bites my nipple at the same moment he plunges a third finger into me.

I break. My orgasm hits, wave after wave of pleasure pounding into me. When my insides finally still, I find JT there, holding me up and lightly kissing my face, my neck, my lips.

“That was…holy fuck,” JT whispers, his lips against my temple. “You’re perfect.”

And yeah, that does something to me in a way I never, ever wanted it to. I’m not sure if it’s the words themselves or the aftereffects of the powerful orgasm, but a small piece of my heart breaks off, turning coat to declare its alliance to JT.

Instead of acknowledging those feelings, though, I do the predictable, irrational thing. I tempt the Devil in him with words I know will keep this flame alive between us. “I’ve had better.”

“You’ve…” He looks into my face, and the flash of devastation at my words quickly turns into a predatory grin as he realizes I’m teasing.

In one swift movement, he lifts me, smashing his mouth against mine as he carries me to our bed and throws me down on it. I giggle as I bounce, but my laughter quickly dies as I take in the half-undone man standing in front of me. His sandy blonde hair’s usual curls are disheveled from my fingers running through them, and his wide, tanned chest is rising and falling from exertion. His pupils have taken over his irises, the black shoving out the vibrant blue. I can tell he’s assessing me the same way, so I give him a deviant smile before reaching between my legs, using my wetness as a lubricant as I circle that tight bud of nerves. JT raises his eyebrows, and, calling my bluff, takes himself in his fist, matching my pace stroke for stroke.

The chords along the side of his neck tighten as he closes his eyes and tips his head back, and as good as the view is, I want him with me, in me, not standing there with this distance between us. I drop my hand to the mattress, the sound loud enough to draw his attention. When he realizes I’ve stopped, his hand stills, his thumb slowly moving over his tip.

“Prove me wrong,” I taunt. “Prove you’re the best I’ve had.” Great, I’m outright poking the bear now. Blood, please start flowing to my brain again.

JT’s eyes burn with desire as he grabs a condom out of his bag, sliding it on before he stalks the final two steps toward me. Climbing onto the bed, he places a knee on either side of me before scooping up my legs and lowering his head to my ultrasensitive flesh. He nuzzles his nose against the inside of my thighs, taking a deep breath before lowering his mouth to me and feasting on my sensitive clit. My back arches off the bed at the contact, my body warring between trying to run away and to get closer to him. He presses down on my lower abs, adding pressure to the storm already building inside me. He continues to torment me with his gifted tongue as I run my hands through his pretty hair.

It doesn’t take long until I’m on the edge again, my legs clenching around his head in a way that makes me somewhat concerned for his well-being. I tug on his hair sharply and, giving in to my demand, he ends with one long lick up my slit before sitting back, his mouth covered in me.

“I want you,” I say between gasping breaths, and I swear I see shock flash behind his eyes before they shift into a cocky glint.

He doesn’t take the need in my voice as seriously as I feel he should, so I reach forward and grab his hips with both hands, pulling him to me. He falls toward my chest, catching himself on his arms before lowering his lips down to mine. The kiss is slow and tender and everything I want but nothing I need. As he kisses me, I slide my tongue into the warmth of his mouth and grip his cock, lining it up at my entrance. I press my hips into the air, and I let out a deep moan of pleasure as he gives in to my demand.

My body relaxes for him, welcoming the length of him as if it’s welcoming home a long-lost friend. Two thrusts and he’s fully buried inside of me. I lift my hips, unable to stop myself from encouraging him to move.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, and I’m not sure if it’s a curse or a plea, but JT answers it regardless, moving with a steady rhythm.

Time halts in the movements of our bodies, and we live on the edge of the cliff, dancing together, for minutes or hours or—I’m pretty sure not days—until a loud noise from somewhere on the course makes its way to us. We both pause, coming back into our bodies, and JT’s gaze quickly turns feral.

He grabs my waist and flips me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up and back to meet his. Without pausing, he slams back home into me, the change of position bringing me right back to the precipice. JT’s movements become uncoordinated, his hips pumping with abandon, and as I look over my shoulder and see him start to tense, he reaches around, his hand sliding between my legs to find my clit with his two fingers. He circles it once, twice, and as I break and cry out for the second time, he follows me over the edge. JT crashes down onto the bed next to me. He moves closer to me, his fingers slowly tracing small circles on the inside of my hip bone.

My chest still heaving from the second orgasm, I look up at the ceiling, trying to figure out where to go from here. I take a deep breath and try to figure out what I want from this. Where I want it to go. Unfortunately, it’s not just up to me, so I turn onto my side, looking at the five o’clock shadow on JT’s jaw, and ask, “What does this mean? What does it look like when we wake up tomorrow?”

“I can’t promise you forever, Lila. But I can promise you now. We both want this. Shit, we both need this. There has been this building need between us ever since that damn first kiss of ours. Can we just forget about our past and our future and see what happens? Please? A preset end date so neither of us gets hurt. We’re together while we’re both living here and then we go our separate ways, no feelings hurt, when we move out.” He reaches out and runs his finger lightly down the length of my arm. “I can’t keep holding the attraction at bay now that I know what it feels like to sleep with you in my arms in this room—our room. I want to wake up with your ass pressed against my morning wood.”

I let out a giggle, but he continues, “I want to kiss you when you get home from work. I want to fucking talk to you about the book we’re both reading instead of leaving you notes. No, not instead of, because I still want to do that. But I want to stop pretending the version of us who are friends, who get along, aren’t the same people as the ones who bicker constantly. I want to be both.”

He paints a really nice picture. Sure, it’s not a picture of forever, but it’s one too hard to turn down. The logical part of me knows that this isn’t going to end well. I’m not the type of person who can just walk away after dating someone for a month. It’s going to be like sticking my hand in a flame when JT leaves. But it’s already too late for me. I’m already burning.

“I want that too.” I press my lips against his. “A few weeks of taking everything we both want, and then we’re done.”

“And then we’re done,” he agrees.

Chapter twenty-five

JT

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