Page 48 of Chasing Storm
Taking one step forward puts him in my space. He crushes me to him, holding me tightly as his lips bruise mine, a kiss so fierce I respond to it with a driving desire, clinging to him desperately.
I stumble backwards, pulling away, and without thinking, just feeling, I grab his hand and lead him up the one flight of stairs to my flat.
It takes an eternity.
Struggling with my key, I eventually get it unlocked and kick it open, throwing my bag on the floor. I turn around and pull JP closer to me again. He hesitantly reaches for me, cupping my face before he swoops in with an expert kiss that sends a rocket of lust shooting through me. Kicking the door shut behind him, he walks us back into the flat, his tongue twisting around mine in an erotic dance that I never want to end.
Withdrawing slightly, I struggle out of my jacket, letting it drop on the floor. I rip open my blouse, popping a button or two, to expose my breasts to him encased in a lacy bra that makes him moan in desire. It fires up my arousal. I drag him back to me, pressing my lips to his again, cupping the back of his head as I rise on my tiptoes to get even closer to him. He is tall, about six inches taller than me. I feel small and delicate next to him. Even more so when with a loud growl, his hands circle my waist, and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him as he slams me up against the wall.
His breath is ragged when his palms brush over my nipples. I’m panting wildly, wiggling to get my pants undone so he can touch me properly.
“Fuck,” he groans when my hands brush over his rock-hard cock.
It is straining to get to me, and I want it. I don’t care about anything except the lust coursing through my veins.
“Storm,” he rasps, grasping my waist again.
He lifts me off him, placing me on my feet. I reach for the button and zip on my pants, but he places his hand softly over mine, a serene smile curving his sexy lips.
“No,” he says. “Not now. Not like this.”
“What?” I ask, shaking my head in confusion.
“I’m showing you the man I want to be for you, Storm.” He removes his hand and takes another step back.
“But I’m here, ready,” I splutter, never having been turned down by a man before in my life during sex. What the fuck is this? Another game?
He shakes his head. “I want you. Christ, you have no idea. But when I take you, I want it to be because you really want it, not just because you are in a bad place.”
“I’m fine,” I exclaim.
He sadly cups my face. “No. Our time will come, Storm, and when it does, it will be spectacular.”
He drops his hand, and with a lingering look back at me, he leaves my flat and me, half-clothed, horny as fuck and flaming, lividly mad.
29
JP
In a daze, a state of pure disbelief at myself and my actions, I walk away from Storm’s flat and back towards the house on Lansdowne Crescent. I’d shown up as part of our plan to be in Storm’s face wherever she turned so that we would or could eventually wear her down. I did not expect her to come storming out of her place of work in tears. But it was the best thing that could ever have happened. I showed her.
I proved to her that I could walk away from her because the timing wasn’t right for us. She thinks I’m a walking cock, and prior to that day when she dumped coffee on me, I’d agree with her sentiment. But now…I haven’t had sex since the night before that, nearly two weeks ago. Okay, when I think about it like that, it doesn’t soundsobad, but for me, it is. Two days was my max prior to now, and that was only because I had the flu. I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, so I did. Why waste the opportunity? The time to marry would present itself when it was ready. And, fuck, did it. Moments before, I was explaining to Josh that I wasn’t ready to settle down, and then I got slopped on and punched in the heart at the same time.
Fate.
I have no doubt at all that it is fate.
I stumble down the road, blind to everything and everyone around me. All I can focus on is getting as far away from Storm as I can. I hate that I had to walk away, but I would’ve ended up regretting sleeping with her now, and she most definitely would’ve, and our chance would have been blown. I can’t do that to myself or my mates, or her. She deserves better than for me to be thinking with my dick and not my heart.
I groan when my cock twitches in my pants. I get now why Josh went in for that kiss as soon as he could. She is perfection. She tastes like heaven, just as I knew she would.
“Fuck. Fucking fuck.”
I hunch my shoulders and keep walking faster until I reach my house and come to a grinding halt.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” I hiss, seeing the navy-blue Mercedes idling at the curb.
My dad’s driver waves to me, and I wave back before I practically punch the front door off its hinges. I did not need him here today. But it’s notentirelyunexpected. I knew he’d come sniffing around. He doesn’t believe for one second that I’m serious about someone, and why would he? I’ve given him no reason to. I just hoped it would be a bit later when we had more to go on with Storm.
