Page 90 of Jett

Another brush of his lips against mine. I gasp, and we inhale each other’s breath. It’s sexy and intimate. The throbbing between my legs intensifies. I could orgasm just by standing and talking to him like this. “You looked so beautiful and sexy. So desirable. I couldn’t look at you a moment longer and do nothing.”

“Even after I told you how I felt about you?”

“You’re not hearing me. I was trying to restrain myself. To exercise self-control while I could.”

“You hurt me.”

“That wasn’t my intention.”

“You made me feel less than.”

He moves his head away. “You areneverless than, Cari.”

I nibble my lower lip as he places his hands on either side of the bookcase, caging me in.

“I'm not with Jacques. I’m not interested in him and never have been. I wanted to tease you. I wanted you to think of me naked under this dress.”

His eyes widen. “You most certainly fucking did that.”

I’m so wound up with desire for this man that he only has to touch me somewhere intimate and I would spontaneously combust. I was already full of need for him, but the way he stood up for me at the party makes me want him with unbridled desperation. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and what I felt before is nothing compared to the hunger I have for him now.

I would do anything he asked me. Anything.

“I just needed to know that I could drive you crazy, Mr. Knight.”

“You do, shortcake. You fucking do,” he growls. His eyes assess my lips like he wants to fuck me with his tongue. He presses against me and I feel his steel-hard cock against my stomach. “Feel that?” he hisses.

I’d have to be a bookcase myself to not feel that. My chest rises and falls. To be caged by Jett Knight, to have him say these things to me, while his hardness pokes me … oh sweet Jesus.

“Yes,” I murmur, feeling on the edge of something.

He thumbs my lower lip. “I already told you, but I’ll say it again because I need you to believe me, I’ve had feelings for you for a long time. You’re smart, and you stand up to me. I’ve been a bully, and an ass to you, but it was to keep you at bay. In a world of liars and cheats, you’re honest and real. You sparkle like a diamond, Cari. I’d have to be blind not to see you.”

My jaw drops open in shock and his eyes fall to my lips again. He wants to kiss me. And I so badly want to kiss him. Instead, I slide my hand between us and rest it on his hardness.

Holy hellfire. The man is carrying enough wood to light a bonfire. He moves an inch, giving me space to feel him up.

“You do this to me every day, every fucking hour lately,” he bites out, like I’m the one who is problematic, and not his dick.

I stroke him gingerly over his joggers, even over the thin fabric I can feel everything. The ridges and hardness. It’s so big, my heart pitter-patters inside my ribcage in excitement. I feel a wetness at the tip and my eyes widen. Is he not wearing any boxers? “Have you gonecommando?”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” he dares.

Not one to back down, I slip my hand inside the elastic waistband and … I let out a choke. He’s not wearing boxers.

“Two can play that game.” His voice is gravelly with need. I close my hand around him, and stroke his thick, long length.. I don’t know if I can handle it—him—inside me. I slide my thumb over his wet tip, and he groans. Emboldened, I smear his wetness over him. He closes his eyes as I gently squeeze. “Fuck, Cari. What are you doing?”

“Something you like, evidently.”

I continue to stroke him gently, and his tip leaks some more pre-cum which I smear over him, making him groan low and feral. His eyelids fly wide open. “My turn.” He moves my hand away.

“May I?” he asks. I lean back against the bookcase and lick my lips.

“Touch me,” I beg.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Bending slightly, he reaches the hem of my dress then slides his hand up my leg. I groan, then bite my lip as the anticipation builds. His fingers skate along my bare skin, making the dress ride up. Soon I’m completely exposed as the dress hitches on one side at my waist. His fingers reach my hip and his eyes pop open when he discovers that I am indeed not wearing any panties.

“Fuck,” he growls.

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