Page 35 of The Hometown Dilemma
My lips met her warm ones, softly at first, moving, exploring. A moment of hesitation, and then she returned the kiss, shifting in my arms to face me properly, her fingers moving to the back of my neck, pulling me in close. Her tits were crushed against my chest, and I slid my hands down her spine coming to rest on her hips, trying to ignore the twitching in my dick. I didn’t want to ruin things by going too fast, no matter how much I wanted it.
ChapterFifteen
Jaime
“Wade,”I breathed, breaking contact for a moment to stare up into his intense gray eyes. Lost in the moment, I’d almost forgotten we were in the middle of a powerful storm. Almost forgotten how scared I was. Everything that concerned me had been obliterated in one single kiss.
He placed a finger to my lips, then replaced it with his mouth. I sighed and melted into his muscular chest, eyelids closing to enjoy the moment.
The myriad of reasons why I shouldn’t kiss Wade again tangled in my brain.
He’s my boss…
He’s a good friend…
He’s Cami’s ex…
Then the tip of his tongue trailed lightly along my bottom lip and my spine dissolved into a million fizzing bubbles.
There’s one strong reason why I should.
I want to.
I fisted my hands in the hem of his t-shirt, the tips of my fingers exploring the hard ridges under there, another sigh escaping me at the sculpted muscle I’d encountered.
Another slice of lightning forked the sky, spotlighting the two of us, making me blink and highlighting the desire in Wade’s eyes. He wanted this as much as I did. And it wasn’t only the burgeoning hardness in his jeans which hinted at it. A few seconds later the low roll of thunder followed, indicating the storm wasn’t about to let up any time soon.
“I guess we’re not going home yet,” I murmured, although leaving was the last thing on my mind.
“I don’t want to.” He moved back a couple of inches, putting some distance between us and blinking at me in the half-darkness. “Unless you…?”
Shaking my head, I bit my lip. “But I don’t want to stand here all night either.”
Wade reached for my hand, the other dipping into his pocket to grab his phone. Using the flashlight, he went to the front door of the bar, me following close behind. Once he’d locked it, we picked our way across the floor and headed into the back room.
The storage area wouldn’t exactly have been my first choice for whatever was about to happen, but I honestly didn’t care. A streak of recklessness flashed through me, almost reflecting the intensity of the storm raging outside.
Without another word, I pushed Wade down onto the couch, shoving a pile of dishrags out of the way. Then I straddled him, lowering myself dangerously close to what I wanted. His hands rested on my hips, almost slowing my movements, trying to control the pace. Without a second thought, I pulled my Dempsey’s t-shirt over my head, trying to ignore the irony that the name emblazoned across the chest was the same as the person I was about to give myself to. Almost immediately, Wade bent forward and captured one of my nipples in his mouth. Through the thin, flimsy lace of my bra his tongue worked the bud into a peak, occasionally nipping it with his teeth, the sensation sending an almost identical flash to my core. I clenched against nothing, suddenly desperate to feel him.
“Wade…” I sighed as he turned his attention to the other nipple. It had been a long time since I’d been with anyone, and the heightened sensitivity made me needy. I wriggled around in his lap, his rock-hard erection pressing through the denim of our jeans. He didn’t let up with his teasing and I let my head fall back, little gasps escaping my mouth when he increased the pressure, one hand snaking around to grip my ass cheek.
“So close, right, babe?” he rasped.
Unable to speak, I snapped my head back to his and nodded in response, silently willing him to touch me where I most wanted him to.
Wade didn’t move his gaze from mine, reaching down to unzip my jeans. I pushed up onto my knees, allowing him to yank the material down and give access to my clit. The second the rough pad of his forefinger met the most sensitive part of my body beneath my panties, I grasped his shoulders, nails digging in, almost mewling with pleasure as he delicately brushed around the bundle of nerves.
“Harder, Wade, please.” I needed the friction, needed the added pressure to get off.
I felt him smirk. “Patience, sweetheart, all good things and all that.”
“Fuck that,” I growled. “Don’t make me beg.”
He stilled his hand. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”
Squirming against the restraint my jeans offered, I tried to maneuver myself into a position where I could get what I wanted. But Wade grabbed a handful of my ass cheek, causing me to whimper.
“You’ll get it, but when I’m ready.” He raised his hips, reminding me of the hardness of his cock. “No rushing.”
