wanted to do things right. I didn’t want to move too fast because … well, because that never did work out well.
For me, it really was all about the foreplay.
I pulled back, then pressed my forehead to hers, trying to regain some semblance of my composure. Not an easy feat when she kept her arms around me, her breasts crushed against my chest. I was breathing hard, but so was she.
For the second time tonight, I managed to force my feet to move back, releasing her as I did. Her arms fell from around me and I stared down into her wide eyes. Her lips were swollen from our kiss and it made me want to kiss her again. This time, starting at her toes and working my way up.
Fuck.
“I should go in,” she whispered, turning slightly and angling her head toward her door.
“Maybe I’ll see you for coffee in a few hours.”
“I’d like that,” she said.
I was taking a step back, prepared to call it a night, when Presley turned back toward me. “I … uh…”
“Good night, Presley,” I told her, fighting the need to reach for her again as I slowly backed away.
She stared at me, the heat in her gaze making my heart race. And then she cleared the distance between us, forcing me back against the opposite wall when she crashed into me, her mouth finding mine when I reached for her. Hard. Urgent. A kiss so potent I thought for a minute I’d lose my balance. But I regained my senses as our tongues dueled and I held her to me, spinning us so that she was against the wall, my hands sliding down to cup her sweet little ass. It was an involuntary reaction, fueled by instinct and the desire that ripped through me.
“Jake.”
The way she said my name… Holy shit. This woman was going to be the death of me.
We made out in the dimly lit hallway for several minutes before we both took a step back, both desperately sucking in air.
“I’m going in now,” she said, a full-fledged smile on her lips.
“That’s probably a good idea.” Or I was going to risk stripping her right there in the hallway and fucking her up against the wall.
Like I said, she brought out my baser urges.
I waited as she unlocked the door and pushed it open, but before she stepped inside, I heard it.
“Oh, Gil! Fuck me! Harder!”
Giggles followed and I couldn’t help but laugh.
Presley rolled her eyes and I could tell she wasn’t looking forward to going inside. I couldn’t blame her. There was a chick in there screaming like a banshee. Shit, I didn’t want to go inside.
“Let me see your phone,” I blurted before I knew the words were coming out.
Presley’s eyebrows knitted in question, but she reached in her pocket and retrieved her phone.
I quickly typed in my contact information, then called my phone so that I would have her number as well. Maybe a little forward of me, sure, but I couldn’t resist. I did not want to go another minute without being able to talk to her.
As it was, I didn’t want to leave and I lived next door.
“Coffee,” I reminded her. “If you’re up for it.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
Presley smiled, taking her phone back when I held it out. Our fingers brushed, and I was tempted to pull her back into my arms, but I resisted, promising myself that I wouldn’t do anything to fuck this up. Although keeping my hands off her was likely going to be the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life.
Looked as though we were safe. For now.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Presley
Closing the front door, I took a moment to lean against it, my fingers on my lips as I relived that kiss once again.
I knew one thing for certain… Jacob Wild could kiss as well as he could write, perhaps even better. Not once in my twenty-eight years had I ever had a kiss like that. One that consumed me on all levels. Hell, I hadn’t been able to resist kissing him again, actually throwing myself at him before he could slip away.
To top it off, he’d done the noble thing and left me at my doorstep when he could’ve lingered long enough for me to invite him in. I’d been tempted to.
Even now, knowing he was right next door, it was hard to resist the urge to open that door and go to him. Especially when I heard Gil’s overnight guest chortle