Not Just Friends (Hot in the City #3) - T. Gephart Page 0,31

to take it off, lowering his mouth to lick and suck my nipples as they fought to break free.

He pressed his cock against me again, a wet patch forming on the cotton as he thrust against me. He didn’t stop, his mouth moving to the other breast while his finger circled my clit.

Okay, maybe it was a decent compromise, the disappointment of no sex disappearing as he continued his assault with his lips and hands. “That feels so—”

“Good,” he finished, pushing a finger inside me as his hard-on took over on my clit.

I wanted to touch him and make him feel as good as he was making me. My hand reached out, trying to wedge between us but he shook his head. “And what would you be trying to do? You enjoy trying to make me cave way too much, Presley,” he chuckled.

“Let me touch you,” I moaned, my hand not making any progress. “I thought I was the one who was supposed to be in control.”

“You are, say stop and see what happens.” I felt his grin against my skin.

It was frustrating, the feeling in my body building while I tried to remember what I wanted to do. That’s right, I wanted to touch his cock, to stroke it and get him harder, to drive him as crazy as he was me. But I was definitely not saying stop, not wanting it to end.

It was the best no sex I’d ever had, tingles spreading across my limbs as I fought the urge to close my eyes and give into it. And when he plunged in another finger, I lost the ability to make the choice.

“Jared, don’t stop,” I warned, bucking against his hand and totally ignoring what we were doing was completely one sided. “Oh my God, just like that.”

The pressure of his cock was gone, his fingers getting in deep without the obstruction as his thumb rubbed tight circles against my clit. “Fuck, I love watching you like this.” His voice was raw, rough around the edges, straining with control.

There was no way he was loving it more than me, my back arching off the mattress as he brought his mouth back to my nipple and sucked.

BOOM.

Like an explosion, my body splintered into a million pieces. My muscles contracted and then released in tiny waves as I collapsed against the bed and whispered his name over and over again.

“Yes,” he mumbled against my skin, thrusting his fingers inside of me and teasing out my orgasm. “Just like that, baby.”

My skin was hot and then cold, goosebumps breaking against the surface as I tried to slow my breathing. “Kiss me.”

There was no hesitation as he moved his mouth back to mine, my feeling of euphoria still echoing through my body as I relaxed onto my pillow. He was still hard, the new position enabling me to feel the steel rod in his boxer briefs as he continued to drive me out of my mind. It had to be painful, the need for release gnawing at him like it had been at me moments ago. But as I lowered my hand, he grabbed it, stopping me from getting any farther south and raising it back above my head.

I was sooooooo not in control.

“What are you doing, Presley?” He grabbed the other hand, caging me in and using his body for leverage. “Because I already told you, we’re not having sex.”

My hips lifted, rocking against him but not getting very far. He was not only taller and heavier but stronger too, and if he wanted to keep me still, there wasn’t a lot I could do. “Well that is incredibly dumb, Jared. You know it’s you who is going to suffer.”

He laughed, lowering his lips to my forehead and feathering a kiss. “Yeah, I know. And I don’t care. Now go back to sleep. I already told you I’m not taking responsibility for your mood later, and if I’m going to come hang out at Diablo, I’m going to need a nap too.”

I stilled, a little surprised he was taking the idea so seriously. Sure, I expected he’d show up, hang around a little and maybe drive me to work. He had a point to prove, and to be honest, I wasn’t disappointed for the company. We still hadn’t really talked about that night—and I was going to have to add this one to that conversation as well—so in a way I was glad. But at Diablo, well, there was no