smiled and went around to open her door. She reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him down toward her lips. His arms immediately went around her waist and her back arched as he leaned into her. Her tongue explored the bottom of his lip. When his lips parted, her greedy tongue sought entrance. He groaned as the kiss intensified. She ran her fingers through his hair, her body melding even more into his.
“We’re about to get to third base right now.”
She didn’t say anything. She just continued to kiss him.
“If you don’t care that your neighbors are watching, then I don’t either.”
She broke away, reached into her purse, and fumbled for her keys. Her hands shook. How am I going to stop at third base? I need fourth base or home run or whatever the hell involves an orgasm. When she finally found her keys, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward her house.
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Christ, Jessica was sexy. She was lean and fit. Her long legs and arms were toned, showing just the slightest hint of muscle. The only imperfection on her was a small scar by her jaw, courtesy of the asshole. It was beyond him how she thought herself plain. She was far from plain. She was feminine and delicate—so much so that he was afraid he’d break her. Though, frankly, he wasn’t sure why he saw her as fragile when she was in great shape. Her legs had been teasing him all night, the white dress perfect against her tanned skin. But the thing he loved most about her, what he wanted to cup in his hands, was her ass. It looked delicious in her dress. Every time he looked at her, his eyes would drift down. Her chest was great, she had the perfect amount of tits, but her ass—forget it. He was a goner.
She dragged him inside her house. It had taken every ounce of self-control he had not to take her right there by the front door. He could picture her trapped against the wall, one leg around his hip as he slid her panties to the side and buried himself inside her. But he had to do right by her. He wanted something with Jessica he’d never wanted with anyone before. In the time he’d gotten to really know her, he found that he wanted to be with her in ways that extended beyond the physical. Things like cooking in her kitchen or spending nights sitting on the couch watching movies together made him wish for something he hadn’t realized he wanted. He saw what he could only imagine was what Jack saw in Chrissy: a future. So he had to take it slow and make sure she knew his intentions. But as Jessica’s nails clawed his back, her tongue laved his neck, and her dress inched up to cruel levels, his resolve wavered.
He picked her up, and she didn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around his waist. Thank God for yoga and flexibility. He kicked the door closed behind him and carried her to the couch. Her hands continued to assault his back, his hair, his neck. He laid her down, his weight hovering over her.
His hand roamed her outer thigh, and she fought to get his shirt off him. She whimpered when her shaky hands couldn’t undo his buttons. “I’ve always wanted to see your tattoo. I’ve dreamed about seeing it.”
He pulled back to look at her face. “You’ve seen it. You’ve seen me fight before without a shirt.”
She swallowed and looked slightly hesitant, maybe even nervous. “I haven’t seen the entire thing.”
His grin became devilish. “Oh, I see. So you want to know if it stops here.” He pointed at the waist of his jeans.
She nodded eagerly.
Slade reached behind him, unlocked her legs from his waist, and stood. Not taking his eyes off her, he unbuttoned his jeans.
—
Oh my God!
She felt like she was getting her own private strip show. She remained on the couch but quickly sat up. Her dress was pushed well past her hips and her nude-colored lace panties were on full display, but she was way past modesty at the moment.
Slowly—mind-numbingly slowly—he slid his jeans down and stepped out of them. His shirt followed, and he stood in white boxer briefs.
“Rules.”
“Rules?” she croaked, not even recognizing her own voice. Jessica, get your eyes out of his crotch area, doofus!
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. But we are not going