Mismatch - By Nana Malone Page 0,64

you. But you keep that up, I’m not going to make it another second.”

Reluctantly, she withdrew her hand, and he followed suit. Nuzzling her neck, he then whispered, “Turn around.”

She met his gaze and searched it. Not sure where this was going to go, she complied.

“Good, now place your hands against the door.”

Her hands shaking, she did as he told her. Uncertain, she looked over her shoulder. He was examining the fabric of her dress. Quickly, he grabbed fistfuls of it and dragged it upward, exposing her bare ass to the cool draft.

“Fuck, Jessica, don’t you ever wear underwear?”

Her voice shook as she spoke. “Well, I used to, then this guy I’m seeing kept ripping them off.”

“Wow, he’s got to work on his patience, huh?”

“I’ve been trying to teach him that patience is a virtue.”

That earned her a swift swat on her ass. It surprised more than it hurt.

“I’m not particularly patient when it comes to you.”

“Eli, I need you.”

Eli placed an open-mouthed kiss in the crook between her neck and shoulder. He nipped her skin, then soothed the nips with tiny licks. His hands reached up to her breasts, and he circled her nipples with his thumbs. His forefinger and thumb found her nipple ring and tugged lightly. Jessica moaned. Eventually, as he kissed the nape of her neck, he abandoned that idea and tugged down the top of the dress, exposing her fully.

“Do you have any fucking idea how beautiful you are? So gorgeous. It’s been work trying to keep my hands to myself all night. I’m sorry I over reacted, but you do something to me. I want you, and there goes all my rational thought.”

As one hand caressed her ass, the other slipped around her waist, then down between her thighs. Teasing her slick lips for just a moment, he then slid two fingers into her wet center. Jessica gritted her teeth against the onslaught of need. Only Eli could give her want she craved. Only Eli could give her what she wanted. He sank his finger deep, then stroked her inside out gently. Teasing her, bringing her almost to the heights of pleasure, then bringing her back from the brink. Then back again.

Through a fog of lust, Jessica heard the rip of foil. In another second, the thick hard length of him pressed inside her slick entrance.

“Brace your arms, Jessica. Spread your legs, baby. Wider. Yeah, like that.”

When he slid in to the hilt, Jessica cried out. Eli bit her shoulder as he clamped his hands on her hips. “There’s nothing sexier than when you say my name, Jessica. Say it again.”

“E-Eli.”

He set a bruising pace, but she met him thrust for thrust. She needed his brand on her, all over her. She could pretend she was the kind of girl who could be caught. Who could be possessed by a need so deep.

As he sank into her over and over again, Jessica called out his name again and again. “Eli, Eli, Eli.”

The tingle in her toes started just before he brought a hand around to dip between her thighs and stroke her clitoris. Jessica’s body shook as she came apart in his hands. He followed her quickly with one more thrust then stiffened behind her. He whispered her name and kissed the column of her neck. “So beautiful.”

He carefully slid out of her and cleaned up. Jessica leaned against the wall, panting. In all her years as a sexually experienced pseudo groupie had she felt anything like this? God, no. And when she finally found something like this, it was with a man she shouldn’t want.

After he’d rearranged his clothes, he helped her adjust hers. Her hair was ravaged, so she let it tumble down around her shoulders. No point in trying to pretend the French twist was going to hold.

Before he could lead her out the door, she tugged him back. “Eli?”

“Yeah, beautiful?”

“What are we doing?”

His smile was easy and quick, but something about it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We’re having fun. Being spontaneous, right?”

She nodded slowly before she let him take her back to the party. Before she could feel put out about his response, he held onto her hand tight, making it difficult for anyone watching not to have an idea of what they’d been up to.

“We’re leaving; but I need to make the rounds. You okay with that?”

She nodded. Yeah, she was okay with that. “When you’re done there’s something I need to tell you.” She needed to tell