Page 62 of Chasing Blue
“Little shit wasted no time letting me know who’s boss around here.”
With the tension broken; I can’t help smiling at the situation.
“I’ll get something to clean this up with,” I say as I turn towards my kitchen. Jack makes a grab for my hand and moves right along with me.
“Shall I make us a drink? Nice place, Blue. Really nice,” I hear him say from behind me.
“Thanks. It’s not very big, but it works for me and Maca. I’ll have a coffee if you’re offering. You know how to work the machine?” I ask as I turn and watch him move towards the sliding doors that lead to my balcony.
Birds, bees, bats, and all the flying things let loose in my belly as it hits me that he’s here. Jack Cole is here in my apartment.
“I’ll work it out,” he turns and says over his shoulder, adding a wink, you know, just to add to the discombobulation my hangover, the almost hallway sex, and the dog piss I’m about to clean up have caused.
“You want me to throw those jeans in the machine?” I gesture with a tilt of my head towards the bottom of Jack’s leg.
“You tryna get me naked again, Blue?”
That earns him an eye roll.
“Nope, just don’t want you trailing piss around my apartment,” I call out. I force myself to stop staring at him and am now rummaging beneath my sink for anti-bacterial wipes.
“Shame, coz I’m happy to oblige, but he missed me and just got your floor.”
“Great,” I stand up with the pack of wipes in my hand only to find him standing next to me.
Right next to me.
I look up at him and fuck me if it doesn’t happen all over again, only this time it’s slower, sweeter, but just as hot.
One hand goes to my hip, the other to the side of my face as we move into each other. His mouth is on mine, but this time there’s no crash, just heat and the slow, slow movements of his lips over mine.
His hands again go to my arse, this time over my clothes, but he lifts me the same way he did earlier. I again wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck.
“Which way’s the bedroom, Blue?” he asks without moving his mouth from mine.
“Left, door at the end.”
I move my mouth to his neck as I talk, burying my face there, hoping to drown in the heat of his skin, the scent of his aftershave, while hiding from the regret I know will eventually find me.
I open my eyes as I land on my bed. His hands go to my waist, and he once again pulls off my pyjamas. Eyes on my body, he tosses them aside before pulling the straps of my singlet down my arms. Instead of trying to pull it over my head, he pulls it down my waist, over my hips and legs, before that too hits the floor.
Kicking off his boots, his eyes finally meet mine as he undresses. I don’t hold his gaze, instead, I blatantly stare at each part of him revealed as he removes more of his clothes.
Jack had a great body at twenty-one, at thirty-nine, it’s fucking amazing. His shoulders are broader than I remember, his biceps bigger, and his stomach still flat and toned.
Leaning to the side, he pulls his wallet from his jeans and removes a couple of condoms before throwing it to the floor. The condoms land beside me on the bed. I’m too fascinated with the ripple of muscles beneath his olive skin to notice if they land within reach, becoming further distracted when my ankles are grabbed, and I’m pulled forward until my arse is at the edge of the mattress. Jack drops to his knees, leans in, and kisses the inside of my right knee. Turning his head, he kisses the left before running his tongue all the way up to the top of my thigh.
I literally forget to breathe until my head spins to remind me.
Jack’s mouth is warm as he lands another wet kiss before going back to my right knee and repeating the delightful process. This time, instead of the sweet wet kiss, he looks up and meets my eyes with his, and I see nothing sweet there. His look tells me exactly what he wants, what he’s going to do, and my body reacts before he even says the words.
“Gonna taste you, Blue. Then I’m gonna fuck you. Tell me if you’re not good with that and I’ll stop things right now.”
His eyes slide down to between my legs, then back up to meet mine.
“Please tell me you’re good with that?” he whispers.
“I’m good,” I whisper my reply. Those full plump lips of his pull into a smile, and I have no control over the smile I give him in return. Jack takes that as his cue to move things along. Pushing my feet up to the edge of the bed, he uses his thumbs to spread me open, then leans forward and flicks his tongue over my clit.
