Mismatch - By Nana Malone Page 0,12

tongue swirled around her clitoris, and she bucked in his arms. Tingles started before she could even understand what was happening. He increased the tempo, and the imminent orgasm sent electric shocks through Jessica’s body.

Her release slammed through her quickly and with the force to make her limp. But she held his head to her as she rode out wave after wave of bliss.

Jessica didn’t know how long they stayed like that. Even after she came, he placed soft kisses on her lips as she sank down from her high. When he shifted over her, she reached for his belt, but he stayed her hands.

“No.”

Jessica shrank back as if she’d been slapped. The hurt sliced her quick and deep, and she immediately started to adjust her clothing.

“Relax, Sassy. For what I have in mind, I need a lot more uninterrupted time and some privacy.”

Oh. Well. Then. “Did you want to get out of here?”

His voice was guttural. “Yes.”

That was good enough for her.

Chapter 4

Thirty minutes later, Jessica shivered as her mystery man brushed his fingers up her spine. “You keep doing that, and I'm going to drop my keys. No keys means we don’t make it inside.” Was she making a mistake bringing him here to her house? When she’d told him to follow her home, the warning bells had only been a distant chime. Now they rang only marginally louder.

He nipped at the sensitive juncture between her neck and shoulders. In the darkness, she couldn't make out his features. But she knew them enough to know the intense green gaze that pierced her soul every time she met it.

“We don't have to go inside for what I have planned.”

“I thought you said for what you had in mind you needed some privacy.”

“I needed a place where we were sure not to be interrupted. I couldn't guarantee that at the club.”

She turned to face him. “Patience is a virtue. Or so I'm told.”

“Not one of mine.” He dipped his head to kiss her and stopped just short of their lips meeting.

Blood roared in her ears, and her knees wobbled from the blow of lust that hit her. Shit! His touches had been near platonic since they left the club, but she was still hot. Still ached for him. Reaching behind herself, she tried the keys again. Still nothing. Damn. If she couldn’t find the key in the dark, she'd have to resort to looking under the stones on the front porch. Note to self. Before bringing home totally hot man, make sure you have keys to your new place. “H-how are you doing this?”

With feather light pressure, he stroked her cheek. For several desperate seconds, she couldn’t remember her name.

“Doing what?”

“Making me feel like this. You’re not even my type.”

The right corner of his lips quirked up. “You picked me up, remember? I saw you staring at me from across the room.” He shrugged and nuzzled her neck again. “Maybe it was that artist. He seemed to work every woman there into a frenzy.”

Jessica leveled a gaze at him. This was the part where she'd normally go for some quip, but for once she aimed for honesty. “I’ll admit you were helped out a little by the show, but by the time I saw you, I was mostly back to normal. It was total pandemonium in there when he was done.” She shrugged. “Besides, there's this easy sex appeal to you. I don’t understand it, but I'm exactly where I want to be, with who I want to be with.”

She tried one more key behind her back and finally the lock gave. She opened the door just as her date slanted a kiss over her lips. Electric currents ran over every contact point their skin made. Desperate to have more of him, she rocked her hips against his. He growled against her lips and held her hips against him. His thick, rigid cock pressed into her belly. Her mind swam with the sensations he elicited in her. She could still feel his tongue as it stroked her to orgasm. Still remembered how his fingers caressed her and mimicked the actions of his cock.

Jessica yanked on his blazer and tried to pull him inside.

“Where are you going?”

She chuckled. “To my bed.” Reaching inside his blazer, she smoothed her hands over his shoulders and slid the jacket off. The black cotton shirt he wore underneath revealed a yin and yang tattoo on his forearm. Well, well. Aren’t we the dark horse?

He sipped