Page 29 of Big Trouble
We stood in silence, scowling at each other.
“Will you at least let me explain?” he began.
“What is there to explain? You were busy, had something, or probably someone, more interesting to do. Why would you bother with me? You hurled abuse at me not two days ago and now.” My breath hitched as he fixed me with that blue stare.
“Now what?”
“You’re looking at me like…”
“Like what?” he challenged.
Like you’re about to melt my panties if I don’t walk away from you right this very second.
Before I knew what was happening, his lips crashed against mine, hungry, passionate, bruising, claiming my mouth as his.
This shouldn’t be happening.
My rational brain fought with my irrational heart.
Jack had verbally abused me.
He had stood me up.
So why on hell’s earth was I kissing him back so fervently?
His tongue slid into my mouth as his hands slid under the hem of my blouse. The sensation of his thumbs gently rubbing the hollow of my hipbones made me acutely aware of the throbbing in my groin; an aching need I hadn’t experienced for so long. I groaned, my panties growing wet as he followed the waistband of my jeans with his fingertips.
My back crashed against one of the vehicles parked behind us and I gasped. Jack’s body covered mine, his erection pressed into my thigh as he continued to kiss me.
God, it felt good.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I desperately hoped no-one would see us. The well-respected physical therapist making out with the bad boy biker in the parking lot of CC’s bar would keep the gossips going for weeks, if not longer.
Jack slid his hand between my legs, stroking me through my jeans and my knees turned to liquid. I slumped against the car, my breath coming in short pants.
“Jack,” I breathed against his mouth.
He drew back, his gaze moving to the car we were pressed up against. He quirked an eyebrow.
“Wait…” I glanced around, both horrified and ridiculously turned on by his suggestion.
“It’s my car.” He placed gentler, butterfly kisses along my collarbone and up the side of my neck, stopping at the sweet spot by my ear. I almost dissolved right there and then. “And no-one will be out for hours.”
“We shouldn’t…”
“I know that. But so far, we’ve done a lot of things we shouldn’t. Me in particular.”
“Your ankle?”
“Now you’re concerned about my ankle? Fuck’s sake, Lo, get in the damn car.”
The throbbing in my groin intensified. He was right, if something didn’t happen soon, I would end up in the Ladies room getting myself off.
Without another word, I scrambled into the backseat, tugging at my jeans. Jack slid in behind me, slamming the door shut.
I remembered why I hadn’t had more than one encounter in the back of a car. It was awkward as anything. But right now, I was too aroused to care. I knelt beside Jack and unbuttoned his fly, pushing his jeans to his ankles, along with his boxers. Before he could say anything, I lowered myself down and took him in my mouth.
“Fuck, Lo,” he hissed as my tongue worked its way along the shaft. His hand stroked my hair, before he reached around to my breasts, pinching my nipples through the thin material of my top.
