Page 8 of In His Arms

“I’m glad you’re here,” she said, swiping under her eyes with her fingers. “Now can we get serious about what we’re doing and where we’re going with it?”

Alex smiled. “Babe, I’ll give you whatever you want. You know that. If you want me the way I want you, then great. But if you just want to be friends, then that’s fine too.”

“We can’t have a relationship, Alex. I live here; you live in L.A. Unless one of us is willing to move, I don’t see how it’ll work out.”

He crossed his arms. “Stop thinking too much. I can all but hear the wheels churning. Just go with the flow. What’s wrong with that?”

“Everything. Everyone knows you can’t date and be friends. If it doesn’t work out…. I really don’t want to lose your friendship.”

“Honey, you’re not going to lose anything from me. What if we’re meant to be together, but you never took that chance? That you just wanted to stay friends because you’re afraid for the worst, even though there’s no reason to be? Are you really going to run from life, or are you going to go out in the world and face it?”

She bit her bottom lip. God she was adorable. So many women didn’t think twice about jumping into a physical relationship. Jessica was never that person. She was cautious and mindful of the future. That alone made him want her more than he already did.

“Fine. Are we supposed to date, or what?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean, dating is the getting-to-know-you stage of a relationship. Do we start from the beginning?”

He bent forward, pinning her body with his arms. “If I didn’t have to work on Bob’s ad, I’d show you exactly where we should start.” He glanced at his watch. “But I promised to have it done by three.”

“After all this, you’re kicking me out?” She wrapped her hands around his biceps and smiled. “After I poured my heart out and told you my secrets, you’re telling me you have to work?”

“Have something better in mind?” He arched an eyebrow at her, his face inches from hers.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see.” She leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “In the meantime, you can come up with your own ideas.”

He shook his head. Little Miss Innocent turned into Little Miss Vixen right before his eyes. He didn’t know what he was going to do, but the aching bulge enclosed in Nylon basketball shorts did little to hide what he wanted to do.

Her hands slid down to his, linking their fingers together while their tongues explored the wetness of each other’s mouth. She was the one. He knew it the instant he saw her in the ugly pink uniform slapping the wet rag on those tables. Notably, he hadn’t wanted to admit it, but holding her in his arms now made the inevitable undeniable. She may try to hide her feelings, but they showed like an aurora lighting up the sky.

He could think of nothing but her. The feel of her skin underneath his, the feel of her mouth against his, the feel of her body gripping him—he got harder just thinking about it.

She tried to pull away, and he leaned toward her, forcing the kiss to last. She giggled, laughing when his arms came around her. It was so hard to stop. He couldn’t get enough. He’d never get enough.

“Stop, Alex,” she said, finally pushing against his chest. “Let me catch my breath.”

“You’re too sweet to stop.” He kissed her forehead and felt her hot panting breaths against his even hotter skin. “I want to fuck you until the sun comes up and we don’t have the strength to walk. When are you coming back?”

She looked up at him. Her big eyes focused on his. “Tonight, so you’d better get all your work done. With both of our imaginations put together, it looks like we won’t be leaving your bedroom for a week or two.”

He kissed her again, unable to help himself. He was a junkie and she was his drug. He remembered the feel of her tight nipples against his tongue from last night, how raw and sweet she tasted. He could still feel the dampness in her black lace panties, the scorching moisture slick against his fingers. He wanted more of her now.

“Ok.” She pulled her head back and pushed him aside so she stood completely out of his embrace. “No more kisses and definitely no more putting dirty little thoughts in my head. I still have a whole day to get through, and last night was bad enough.”

“Last night? What did you do last night?” He smirked. He blocked her in the kitchen with his body, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Nothing you need to know about.” She tried to mock his stance, making his grin widen.

“Did you think about me?”

“Tried not to.” She moved around the counter.

“But you did. Did you touch yourself?” He splayed his hands on the counter, trapping her with his body

“Maybe.” She grinned. “What’s it to you?”

“Only adds to the excitement, babe. Do you have a vibrator? Or did you just use your fingers?”

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