Page 56 of Space Junk: Houston, We Have a Hottie
Us.Thank fuck for the strength of my Boss’s steering wheel, otherwise it would’ve snapped in my fists by the time I pull into her apartment complex. “He called you ‘hon’ the other day.”
“He did, didn’t he?” Jackie purses her lips. “I meant to ask him about that.”
I park in Jackie’s still vacant spot.
“I guess I should’ve driven my own car back. I didn’t think of that,” she says.
I try not to harp on the fact that she didn’t answer my question about Ian. “All part of the plan. This way you have to come back to my place later.”
She blushes, and I watch as shades of red travel down her neck and between her breasts.Damn.
Mood restored.
I lean over and kiss her neck, nibbling up to her ear. “You going to invite me in this time?” I ask.
“Hmm? Oh. Sure, of course. But I should warn you, the girls were over last night before we went out and they kind of exploded clothes all over the place.” We exit the car and round the front. “It looks like my own personal gamma-ray burst,” she grumbles.
I grab her hand as we head for the stairs, smiling. “Gamma-ray burst?”
“Extremely energetic explosions. They’re the brightest electromagnetic events known to occur in the universe.”
I let her go ahead of me on the stairs, ‘cause I’m a gentleman, not because I get to look at her ass sway. “Extremely energetic explosions?” I ask, eyes glued to the bottom of her dress. “Yeah, that sounds like Rose.”
My joke has her throwing a smile over her shoulder as we reach the top of the stairs. One leg on the landing, the other behind her on the last step, ass cheek slightly visible at the hem of her dress, sex hair thrown over one shoulder, glasses perched on her nose, and a wide smile — and I swear to God I almost throw her to the ground right there. Thankfully I’m just struck dumb, and Jackie continues on her way to the door, keys in hand.
Watching her at the door reminds me so much of that first ride home, where I wanted to do more than just kiss her cheek, but refrained, knowing then that this girl was more than just a hook-up. I lean forward and cage her, wanting to be closer to her. The lock clicks with the turn of her wrist, but instead of opening it, she rotates in my arms.
“I’ve never had a guy in here before.” She adjusts her glasses, looking so damn innocent I have a hard time not feeling like the big bad wolf. I have a harder time not liking it.
“Is that so?”Fuck you, Ian,I got here first.
“Yeah. I don’t really... I mean I haven’t...”
“Jackie?” I lean in and lightly rub my nose against hers.
“Yes?”
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Oh. Okay.”
I dip my head lower, brushing her lips once before increasing the pressure. I take my time, savoring her, letting my tongue make small, leisurely strokes between kisses. I wait until her hands move away from her sides and bunch into my shirt before pulling away. While her eyes are still closed, I reach around her and turn the knob, swinging the door open.
“Let’s get you inside and changed so we can get to Boondoggle’s on time.” And so Ian knows she most definitely does not want to bone him, ‘cause she’s boning me.
Her eyes flutter open with a smile. “Okay.”
In the apartment, I immediately notice the couch and how it’s ten times cooler than mine. And I could totally see that kitchen table in my breakfast nook.
Jackie walks across the small living space to another door, bringing my attention back to her. “I won’t be long. Make yourself comfortable.”
“Will do.”
I take my time wandering around the apartment. With how small it is, it doesn’t take long.
I hear water running and I have to take a few deep breaths after imagining Jackie wet and warm under the spray. Looking to distract myself, I walk over to look at several frames leaning against the wall. I flip one and then another forward, tilting my head sideways to read what turns out to be various degrees. Mostly from Stanford University, but there are also quite a few NASA certificates and awards.
These should be hung up. I look around at the limited wall space, angry that she doesn’t have a spot for her accomplishments. They should be prominently displayed, a testament to all her hard work. I automatically think of the alcove in my foyer. It’s a space the decorator said would be good for a small office.
