Page 73 of Between Now and Forever
He reaches for me, threading his fingers through my hair and guiding me up and down his length. Saliva drips down his shaft. I take him deep in my throat, then swirl the head around my mouth, using the underside of my tongue to dance in a slow circle around it.
“Stop,”he says, the words strangled.
I tap my tongue against the tip and gaze up at him. “You sure?”
He groans. “I said it, didn’t I?”
“Now isn’t the time foryouto get cocky.”
I rise higher on my knees and take him deep again. I’m soaking wet, sure that the dampness is visible through my pants.
He tugs on my hair, pulling me away.
I release him and rock back on my heels. He stares down at me, the tension between us thick. The air crackles with suspense, but neither of us moves more than the rising and falling of our chests.
“I’m telling you, Gabrielle,” he says, nearly panting. “If we do this—if we fuck—things will be different between us.”
“Do you mean this is a one-night stand and you’ll ignore me after?” I smirk. “Oh, wait. You do that anyway.”
“Keep it up.”
“And what, Jay? What are you going to do?”
I narrow my eyes, fully aware I’m playing with fire.
He motions for me to stand, never breaking eye contact. I get to my feet and ignore my heart thumping so hard I can almost hear it.
“Turn around,” he says, the words a command and not a request.
I pull my hair over one shoulder and face the wall. I feel him step closer to me, and every cell in my body reacts to his proximity. My breath stalls in my chest as his fingers brush against my back.
My bra is unfastened. It falls from my front and onto the floor.
He moves until his front is against my back. My head falls against his chest as his arms wrap around me. My jeans are next as he unfastens them, pressing light kisses to the crook of my neck.
I pant, leaning my head to the side to afford him all the space he wants.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Gabrielle,” he breathes against my neck. “Fuck, I couldn’t stay away.”
He says my name as if it’s something to be treasured. I gasp a breath, fighting hard not to move, not to turn around and kiss him.
His palm lies on my stomach, and then, one painfully slow inch at a time, it moves down to my groin. His fingertips slide under my panties until they reach the top of my pussy.
I widen my stance, overwhelmed with sensations. The rough pads of his fingers hovering just above my throbbing clit. The soft presses of his lips up and down my shoulder. His hard body providing support since my legs have jellified.
“You’re wet,” he says before nipping at my earlobe. “I want to bury myself inside you.”
“Please.”
“Look at you, using manners.” He chuckles, sucking the bend of my neck. “I will. Just because you saidplease.”
“Now—ah!”
He finds my clit and rubs slow circles around the swollen bud. Fireworks shoot from my core, spreading like lava through my veins. Isag against him, only to have him wrap his other arm around my middle, holding me tight to him.
He slides one finger inside me, and then two. The way his fingers bend causes him to graze just the right spot with each movement.
“Let’s get one thing clear,” he says, his tone suddenly hard. Gruff. Serious.
