enough, but well…” Her nose crinkled. “It really was pretty fast now that I’m thinking about it. Awkward as hell, too. Trust me, it didn’t exactly leave me begging for more. Like I said, it’s overrated. If you were a woman, you’d get it.”
Awkward? Fast? Overrated? I was torn between laughing that some idiot had the privilege of getting London under him and blew it completely—pun intended, and finding that same guy and punching him in the face for leaving her with such a sour taste for sex. My cock argued for a third option of showing her exactly how good sex could be, pushing against the fabric of my athletic pants, which weren’t hiding much.
“Is that what you’d call what happened between us in the theater?” I gripped her hips and pulled her against me. “Overrated?”
“That was different.” She gasped, her hands coming up to my chest to brace herself.
“How?” My hands shifted to her ass.
“Because it wasn’t…sex.” Her breasts crushed against my chest as she leaned in, running her tongue over her bottom lip.
“Wasn’t it?” I moved my hand down her thigh until I found the sexy little slit up the back of her skirt. Then it was her bare skin beneath my fingers.
Her breath stuttered, and she moved into my touch. “That was…something else.”
“Huh.” I locked eyes with her, watching for any sign of refusal, then brought my hand between her thighs and found her underwear already damp. “You’re wet, London.” Keeping my voice level and my control firmly locked in place should have earned me a gold medal or some shit. Just the feel of her heat through the silk of her thong was enough to tighten my balls.
“Jansen,” she whispered in a plea, clutching fistfuls of my shirt.
“You want this?” I slid my fingers under her thong, just lightly skimming her swollen flesh.
She nodded slowly, her glacier-blue eyes glazing over in need.
I plunged two fingers inside her and groaned at how ready she was for me. “Feel this?” I pumped my fingers in and out slowly.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her forehead falling against my chest.
“I’d consider this sex since I’m fucking you with my fingers.” I brushed the shell of her ear with my lips, then raked my teeth over her skin.
She whimpered as I stroked her deep, mimicking exactly what I wanted to do with my cock.
“You’re not random.” Fuck, my voice sounded like it had been dragged across a skate sharpener. “You’re not a hookup. You have no reason to be jealous of those hallway puck bunnies, London.”
“I’m not jealous,” she muttered, then moaned.
I stilled my fingers.
“Jansen!” she complained.
“I’m jealous of everyone who gets to breathe the same air you do. It’s not a weakness to admit that you want someone.” I withdrew my hand inch by inch until my fingers hovered on the edge of her pussy.
“Fine,” she whispered, then sucked in a deep breath and tilted her face to mine. “I want you. I always want you. I look at you—or even just think about you, and I want you.” Her face was a gorgeous mix of need and frustration.
“Then we’re on equal footing, London, because that’s exactly how bad I want you.” I gripped her ass and lifted her against me, then kissed her with the full force of the hunger that had kept me on edge for months.
She opened for my tongue, and I swept inside, kissing her deep. Her nails dug into the back of my neck as she tilted her head and moaned, claiming my mouth the same way I’d done to hers. I heard the soft clunk of her shoes falling to the floor, but her skirt was too tight to wind her legs around my waist, but damn if she wasn’t trying.
I walked us forward and laid her out on the bed, keeping my weight off her as I sucked my way down her throat.
“Take it off,” she urged, arching as my fingers flicked the buttons of her blouse free. The sides fell away, revealing the white lace cupped swells of her breasts.
“Beautiful,” I muttered, already running my mouth along those lace cups. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, London.”
She twisted in my arms and got the rest of her blouse off, then threw it to the floor. “Show me.”
I paused, my gaze flying to meet hers. “Show you that you’re gorgeous?”
A smile flashed across her face, but she shook her head. “No. Show me that sex isn’t overrated. I want you. All of you.”