Page 10 of Joy Ride
“So you said. My, it’s so much warmer up here.” I slowly slip out of his robe and drape it on the back of a soft leather wing chair. Just as I saunter to the couch hoping he’ll sit next to me, Travis bolts out of the room like a bat out of hell, calling over his shoulder, “You’ll need some extra blankets tonight.”
“Fine,” I mutter under my breath. Story of my sex life. What am I doing wrong?
Chapter Four
I’m trying my best to resist her, but I’m at my breaking point. Just the thought of Jolene being cold drives me to distraction. It’smyjob to protect her, to make sure she’s warm and safe.Mine.I grab a few extra blankets and a set of towels from the hall closet as a wave of possessiveness storms through me, rattling my system. Fuck, after spending just a few hours with her I can’t even think straight, I want to keep her here forever. Before entering the apartment, I take a deep breath and try to find my composure. What in the blazing hell was she doing with that cookie?
“The place is pretty drafty,” I announce, crossing the living room to the bedroom where she’s left the door open. “It’s an old build—”
I stop in my tracks; stricken by Jolene’s beauty. She’s astounding just standing there with shadows from the firelight dancing on the walls, casting her in a warm, luminous glow that’s almost otherworldly, as though I’m still dreaming. I swallow thickly, fighting the powerful connection pulling me to her. After all these years of being alone, how is it possible I could fall so fast for someone I just met hours ago? The fucking floor has been ripped out from under my feet, and I’m rethinking everything I thought I knew. I want to kiss her so badly. I’m not convinced I can control myself.
“Here.” I’m so hoarse, I barely get the word out and set the blankets and a few towels at the foot of the bed.
And Jesus, now I know without a doubt, she isn’t wearing a stitch underneath my shirt. Her bra and panties are on the chair by the window.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in on you.” I somehow find the strength to leave the room and head back out the door, but Jolene clasps my arm.
“You didn’t barge in.” She blinks her fiery eyes at me. “You were saying?”
I avert my gaze because my need for her at this point is so intense, it’s getting dangerous. One more second trapped in her stare and I’m never coming back. “I was trying to explain the building is seventy years old, and it needs—”
“Nothing.” She purrs, inching closer. “We’re here together, and it’s perfect.” And fuck almighty, I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone so much. My pulse thunders in my ears, and I clear my throat, eyeing the door.
“You’ll want the extra blankets on a night like this.” I make another attempt to get the hell out of here before I do something completely inappropriate like fuck her against the wall. “I’m going to chop more wood.”
“Don’t,” she grips my arm, firmer this time. “I won’t get cold if you kiss me.”
Turning to face her bubblegum lips, I make a last-ditch plea, “Jolene. Darlin’.”Don’t tempt me like this.I grasp her hand, explaining, “It wouldn’t be right.” I peer down at her and fight with everything I have not to give in. But I’m only human, and I’m melting as fast as the snow on the window pane.
“And what would be so wrong with giving me just a little goodnight kiss, cowboy?”
“Because you know as well as I do there’s been a fire stoking between us since the second we laid eyes on each other.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She gives me a devilish grin.
“You need to stop playing this little game,” I say gruffly, trying to kill the mood. “Don’t you think I’m aware of what you’re doing? Leaving your panties and bra out on the chair for me to see, so I’ll know your sweet little pussy is bare. You’re like a filly, waiting on a stallion, and trust me,’ I ain’t it. God, how I wish I was twenty years younger, but I’m not, and I’m too damn old for you.”
She doesn’t let go of my arm, and I swear her hand is going to leave a singe mark. I’m burning for her. “What if I happen tolikeolder men?” she counters. “What if you’reperfectfor me? Just for tonight. No questions. No promises. I’m not a child. I’m a woman, and I can give you what you need.” She reaches up, lifting her chin so all I would have to do is bend a few inches to taste her lips.
Truth be told, nothing I’ve ever done feels as right as being with her, and I don’t back away. “How do you know what I need?”
“I can tell you haven’t been with a woman for a while by the way you’re looking at me.”
My hands start moving on their own, stroking her arms and up her shoulders, to her delicate, regal neck, to her exquisite face where I clasp her cheeks. “If I kiss you goodnight, you won’t be going to sleep, Goldilocks. It will be the start of a different kind of good night in the very best, bad, filthiest possible way…”
Her whimper kicks up the fire I’ve been pouring water on all night and when she wraps her arms around me and presses herself flush against my throbbing cock, I’m gone.
My lips crash down on hers, and I’m transported to another world.All mine.My blood thunders in a thick haze of raw lust. “I’ve wanted to kiss you from the moment I saw you. I would’ve fucked you in my sleep.” I growl, dipping her back, and delving into a deeper kiss, tasting whiskey, cookies, and the best fucking Christmas ever.
Lord have mercy, I was only trying to have a quiet night, and now in a matter of hours, my heart’s on fire, and my dick might have found the love of its life. I’m ready to tear the goddam shirt off her. She wants my cock, and that’s what she’s going to get.
Jolene’s delicious, slick tongue finds mine, and I’m at her mercy, dying to pump my seed deep into her womb. She winds her silky leg around mine and I can feel how wet she is through my jeans. My blood hammers violently as she grinds her hot pussy against my thigh. The primal overwhelming need to possess her, and claim her as mine quakes through me, making my cock throb and pulse. Fuck if anyone else ever touched her, I’d kill them. Wild and reckless, I slide my hand around to her front and knead her soft breast, finding her ripe cherry nipples. I’m in the danger zone, and I don’t care.
She’s so young, she can’t possibly be as experienced as I am, yet every part of me wants to throw her over the back of the couch and screw her so thoroughly and completely, she’ll be limp for weeks. Day in and day out, I’ll make her climax so hard, she’ll become addicted to my cock, and every thought she ever had about leaving will be erased.
“You’re a great kisser.” She pants before sucking my bottom lip. Her hand slips down the front of my chest, straight for my zipper.
“Darlin’,” I groan my last plea for her to stop if this isn’t what she really wants. “I’m not the kind of man who makes promises, or sends flowers, or—”
