Page 47 of Space Junk: Houston, We Have a Hottie
She shimmies, shrugging it all the way off, the movement making her breasts sway.
I go cross-eyed for a moment.
“Jackie—”
“No,” she cuts me off, letting her jacket fall to the floor. “Call me darling. I don’t quite feel like Jackie right now.”
“Okay, darling.” But her words confuse me. “Whodoyou feel like?”
“I feel like the kind of girl you’d actually take home.”
I hear the words, but I’m not sure what she means. I guess it shows on my face, because she instantly starts backtracking.
“Never mind, you can call me Jackie, it’s fine. Forget I said anything.” She straightens her glasses and lifts up on her toes to kiss me, but in that moment my brain finally catches up. And I’m not too happy.
I raise my hands to capture her face, forcing her eyes to mine. “I want to make something perfectly clear.”
“No really, it’s fine. I promise I won’t talk anymore. Just...” She takes a deep breath and I know what she says next costs her. “Just kiss me. Please.”
I can’t help but smile at her sweetness, the vulnerability she’s showing me. But I don’t want her to feel vulnerable. Not with me.
“Jackie. Listen.” Involuntarily, one of my hands drifts down her body, settling at the dip in her waist, my thumb sweeping back and forth across her hip bone. “I don’t know what kind of person you think I take home. But whatever you’re picturing, stop. I’ve never brought a girl here before.” I chuckle at the skeptical look she throws me. “Seriously.” I lean in and brush my lips lightly over hers. “So if you’re wondering what kind of girl I bring home, I’ll tell you. She’s gorgeous. Completely sexy. Which takes into account her wild, long hair and alluring, thick framed glasses. But what truly makes her the girl I take home is that every time she opens her mouth, it’s like a goddamn revelation.”
My hands drift up, thumbs grazing the sensitive skin under her breasts. “And that girl is you, Jackie. One hundred percent you.”
When she licks her lips, I have to count to ten to regain control.
I close what little distance remains between us. “I swear, if I had had a teacher that looked and sounded like you when I was in school, I would have paid a shit ton more attention than I did.” I laugh, which brushes my chest against hers. “That, and I’d probably’ve injured myself walking around with a raging hard-on all the time.”
“Really?”
“Mmm-hmm.” I lower my head, skimming the tip of her nose with mine. “Never doubt that you are exactly the kind of girl I’d want to bring home. You’re the girl I just never thought would say yes.”
“Yes,” she whispers, her breath tickling my neck.
We’re so close, almost forehead to forehead. I’m trying to take my time, make sure she understands… whatever this is. Hell, maybe then she could explain it to me. All I know is, this isn’t temporary. This isn’t one night, and this means… something. Something I can’t name, but it’s there, hovering like the vapors off a burning engine.
This time when she moves to kiss me, I don’t stop her.
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Jackie
“Take me to the bedroom.”It’s my voice, but it doesn’t sound like me. It’s breathless but confident. A result of the words he spoke that were everything I hadn’t realized I’d needed to hear.
My hands drift around to his back, hooking up under his arms, clutching his shoulders. He drags his mouth from my lips, teeth grazing my jaw and down my neck. My body presses up against his, but it isn’t close enough. I grasp his hand, pulling him across the room, past the kitchen and down the hallway. I pause, not knowing which room is his. I’m hoping Flynn will take over and lead the way.
Instead, I’m caged against the wall by his strong arms, his shoulders bunching under his shirt, his eyes intent on mine. He takes my mouth.
It isn’t slow. It isn’t gentle. It’s everything I want.
He grabs my ass and lifts me, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. His hips thrust into mine, widening my thighs, rocking into my core.
Oh. My. God.
Flynn is dry humping me. And it’s freaking fantastic. He kisses and thrusts and all I can do is react. Moaning, back arching, needing more friction, more everything.
