Alibi (Brantley Walker Off the Books #5) - Nicole Edwards Page 0,84
on New Year’s.
“Baz?”
He turned his head toward her. Before he could speak, her lips were on his.
His body froze. He was scared to touch her, fearful if he did it would send her away. But he also didn’t want to pull back, because fucking hell, JJ was kissing him.
“Is this okay?” she asked, her lips gliding over his again.
Baz rolled to his side, brushed his fingers along her cheek, and kissed her, this time taking control. And when she sighed into his mouth, his synapses fired, his body flaring to life.
Kissing JJ was unlike anything Baz had ever experienced.
He’d had that same thought the first time their lips met and perhaps every time since.
This woman … she didn’t hold back in anything that she did. Jessica James was the type of woman who forged ahead, clearing a path in the process. He should know. He’d been bowled over by her on more than one occasion.
“I need you, Baz,” JJ said, part groan, part whisper.
“JJ,” he mumbled against her lips, sliding his thumb along her jaw. “Are you sure about this?”
“Not even a little,” she blurted.
Another thing he loved about her: she was brutally honest.
However, the comment didn’t inspire confidence.
“Please,” she said, her lips gliding over his. “Let’s not think about it.”
His conscience was niggling at him in warning. Baz knew the right thing to do would be to hold JJ, to comfort her without giving in to his baser needs. Too bad he’d stopped listening to his damn conscience lately. No way could he deny her.
JJ kissed him again, and this time he realized she didn’t hold back, her tongue lapping at his, her palms gliding over him roughly, as though she needed something more than he was giving her.
“Please, Baz. Touch me.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice.
He ignored the urge to slow things down, deciding they would do this at JJ’s pace. Fast and furious. That was the way she operated and sometimes it was hell to keep up. But this … this he could manage and he did. Their clothes did a vanishing act all their own, tossed haphazardly around the room as they fumbled for one another.
Baz kept his hands on her, loving the feel of all that smooth, silky skin against his palms, her soft moans as he touched the right places.
“We’ve got all night,” he whispered when she whimpered, rutting against him.
“Then we’ll do it five more times,” she said on a rush.
Five? Who did she think he was?
“It’s been … months, Baz.”
“Trust me, I know.” As soon as the words were out, he prayed she didn’t think about the last time he’d had sex. Even if he couldn’t remember much of that night, it hadn’t been quite as long for him.
“Condom,” she said, nipping his lower lip.
Right. Condom.
He fumbled for his wallet on the nightstand. As would be the case, it fell to the floor, requiring him to pull away to retrieve it. But he finally managed to get the condom, only to have JJ yank it out of his hand.
Baz rolled to his back as JJ straddled his hips. She wasn’t gentle when she rolled it over his iron-hard length, dragging a ragged moan from him.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Not even a little.”
He’d barely gotten the last word out when JJ sank down on him.
“Fuck,” he groaned as her silky heat surrounded him, her hair tickling his shoulders as she loomed over him.
God, she was so fucking hot like this. Out of control, desperate.
With his hands on her hips, he guided her as she rocked forward and back, her tight sheath dragging more ragged moans from his chest. Pure, unadulterated pleasure rocked him as she rode him like they’d been made just for this.
When she sat up, arched her back, Baz cupped her breasts, teased her nipples, admiring her sensual sounds, while mentally, he was hanging on for dear life, praying she was not going to regret this tomorrow.
“Baz… yes.” She sighed and whimpered, clearly chasing that elusive release.
Rather than let her take all the credit for the hard work, Baz pulled her down to him, rolled them both so that she was under him. He didn’t separate their bodies, sliding his arm beneath her, holding her tightly as he pumped his hips, driving into her hard and deep.
She bit his lower lip, crying out as they soared higher, aiming right for the precipice.
Baz pulled back so he could meet her gaze, stared into her eyes as he continued to drive into her.