Full Contact (Worth the Fight #2) - Sidney Halston Page 0,80
against his chest and pretended to gasp. “Jessica Cross! You cursed!” He licked his lips again. “And is that an invitation?”
“I’m that mad, and no, it is not an invitation.” Doesn’t he realize there’s no invitation needed? The red carpet has been rolled out and the welcome mat’s out.
“Mad?” He lowered his face a little, closer to her neck now.
She swallowed as her heart continued to pound. She didn’t answer. She wanted this. God, did she want this. She needed this.
“Correct me if I’m wrong…but I think we’re done being friends.” Jessica didn’t move. “Let me explain something to you, Jessica.” His mouth was now on her neck, licking, kissing, sucking. She moaned. She didn’t mean to, but the way he had left her earlier was just…just cruel. And she was just finding out that a certain little spot on her neck where his lips currently nibbled had a direct line to the intimate spot between her legs. Her head fell back against the wall. His voice was now serious. “We’re getting back together. You’re mine. No more dating other people, no more playing bullshit games. And you are not moving back to Charlotte.” He nibbled a little rougher this time. “Understand?”
Her eyes were closed, and her head was thrown back against the wall. She was about to climb on top of this man. Wait…had he said something? She opened her eyes when the nibbling stopped. “Understand?” he repeated. Jessica nodded, not really sure what the question was but at this point the man could’ve asked her to rob a bank and she’d probably agree to it. She was in a complete sexual haze.
He stopped, pulled back slightly, and held her chin up so that they were eye to eye. “Jessica. You’re mine. Understand?” Jessica looked at him as if he’d grown a second head. Really? Was he serious? Who said things like that? What year were they living in? No way was he serious.
She cleared her throat. “Uh…yeah, sure. Whatever. Please just keep doing what you were doing.” She lifted her neck again as an invitation to his mouth, but it never came. In fact, the weight of his body against hers lightened.
“You working tomorrow?” he asked.
She had to gather her thoughts. She wasn’t prepared for an actual conversation, with actual questions. She wanted more of the kissing. More of the mouth. She was ready to get on her knees and beg.
“Jess? Work? Tomorrow?”
“Um…yeah. Yes. Work. Tomorrow.”
“What time do you get off?”
She looked at him. Her mind was clearly still on the sex track, and so all she heard was “get off.” She nodded. Yes…get me off. That was the question, right?
“Work? Time?” He looked amused. The lust in her eyes was probably so obvious.
“Oh. Get off. Work. Get off work, tomorrow?” she stammered. He nodded, grinning. “Uh…no more work. Today was my last day.” Why were they talking about tomorrow or the day after? How about now, right now? She needed him…she needed something. Now!
“Mouth.”
Her lips were parted and her eyes glazed with lust. She didn’t dare move.
“Jess. I want your mouth. On mine. Now. This is the point when we kiss.”
“Oh.” Yeah! Kiss! Woo-hoo!.
His mouth was on hers before she could have another thought. He kissed her like she’d always dreamed of being kissed. Right there, five feet from her job, right after a date with another man. His tongue slipped inside her mouth. Her arms came down around his neck as his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her tight. Her back arched as he invaded her mouth. She was not going to have to wait until tomorrow, was she? Please, dear God, she needed an orgasm like right now. Her libido had been at defcon five ever since Slade had left her high and dry—scratch that, high and wet.
He released her and chuckled. “Come on. Let me drive you home.”
She just let him pull her toward his bike. The alcohol and sexual daze were making her woozy.
“Slade?”
“Yes?” He was putting the helmet on her.
“Are we going to have sex tonight?”
He stopped strapping the helmet on her and looked at her. Then he snorted out a laugh. “No, baby. Not tonight.”
“Pleeease,” she begged. Begging was not beyond her at this point. “Slay…please. I really have to have sex with you right now.”
“I want to. Trust me, I do. But we can’t do it tonight. You’ve been drinking, and I want to make sure you understood what I just said.”