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Authors: Laurelin McGee
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
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his bedroom persona, he didn’t need a reason to push her away further. So he’d remained silent.
It wasn’t like he was embarrassed about his choice of occupation. Actually, that was exactly what it was. He loved his job, wouldn’t give it up for the world, but there was a stigma. So many people out there were quick to point a finger, quick to judge. People like Jaylene Kim.
And here he was again, back at Jaylene. His thoughts couldn’t help but circle back to her. Might as well let it go, he told himself. Stop fantasizing that his words sunk into her and that she’d show up on his doorstep in one of those slinky nighties he’d seen at Desires. Truthfully, that had been the reason he’d delayed working tonight—he was hoping she’d change her mind. Three hours had passed since he’d left her, though, and he was still alone. She obviously wasn’t taking him up on his invitation.
Time to move on.
Blowing a tuft of hair off his face, he slumped into his desk chair and opened up his laptop. He’d just pointed his cursor over his documents file when the knock came. He paused a moment, waited until he heard it again to be sure he wasn’t imagining it before closing the lid on his computer and standing.
At the entry, he calmed himself down before turning the knob. This was not going to be his fantasy-come-to-life, so he shouldn’t get overly hopeful. He opened the door to find he was right—it wasn’t his fantasy. Not exactly, anyway, because Jaylene wasn’t dressed in a nightie. Also, his dream hadn’t included the plate of sticky buns that was clutched in front of her like a shield.
It was better than he imagined, though, because this was real. She was here. And the sticky buns still so hot from the oven that the frosting melted down the sides like candle wax—they were a nice touch.
Without a word, he opened the door wider. Whatever was to be said, even if this was just a neighborly visit, it would be better in private. After the door was shut, he turned to her. He wanted to say the right thing, though he didn’t have a clue what that would be. Silly since he’d been told many times that he had a way with language.
Turned out he didn’t need to speak because Jaylene had her own speech to deliver. It was only two words, but they were the only two he needed to hear. “Show me.”
Silently he took the plate from her hands and set it on the closest end table. Then, though he really wanted to pull her into his arms, he had to be sure she really wanted to be there. On his terms. “We don’t have to, Jay. Not this time. We could—”
She didn’t let him finish, pushing herself into his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Show me,” she said again before crushing her lips to his in a frenzied, hypnotizing kiss.
Well, lesson one would be that he directed the seduction, but this was awfully pleasant as well.
Their kiss lasted for what felt like hours. Or perhaps it was just seconds. It was consuming and passionate and time didn’t exist in the space that their lips were molded to each other. Their mouths moved greedily and her hands rushed to keep up, stroking the length of his chest with urgency.
Soon she was pushing him toward his couch. It was hot how demanding she was, how out-of-control needy she felt in his arms. Only thing her direction was lacking was submission. And really, did she think he was going to give her the best night of her life on a freaking couch? He grabbed her by the ass and picked her up bodily. She made a small noise, but didn’t protest as he carried her, mouths still entwined, to his room.
As they stood at the foot of his bed, his tongue tangled around Jaylene’s, Noah decided to forget the whole “show me” request, and instead just let their passion play out. He’d meant it when he said he didn’t have to have things happen a certain way, at least not every time. And this—Jay’s aggressive fondling and scratching at his clothes—it was turning
It wasn’t like he was embarrassed about his choice of occupation. Actually, that was exactly what it was. He loved his job, wouldn’t give it up for the world, but there was a stigma. So many people out there were quick to point a finger, quick to judge. People like Jaylene Kim.
And here he was again, back at Jaylene. His thoughts couldn’t help but circle back to her. Might as well let it go, he told himself. Stop fantasizing that his words sunk into her and that she’d show up on his doorstep in one of those slinky nighties he’d seen at Desires. Truthfully, that had been the reason he’d delayed working tonight—he was hoping she’d change her mind. Three hours had passed since he’d left her, though, and he was still alone. She obviously wasn’t taking him up on his invitation.
Time to move on.
Blowing a tuft of hair off his face, he slumped into his desk chair and opened up his laptop. He’d just pointed his cursor over his documents file when the knock came. He paused a moment, waited until he heard it again to be sure he wasn’t imagining it before closing the lid on his computer and standing.
At the entry, he calmed himself down before turning the knob. This was not going to be his fantasy-come-to-life, so he shouldn’t get overly hopeful. He opened the door to find he was right—it wasn’t his fantasy. Not exactly, anyway, because Jaylene wasn’t dressed in a nightie. Also, his dream hadn’t included the plate of sticky buns that was clutched in front of her like a shield.
It was better than he imagined, though, because this was real. She was here. And the sticky buns still so hot from the oven that the frosting melted down the sides like candle wax—they were a nice touch.
Without a word, he opened the door wider. Whatever was to be said, even if this was just a neighborly visit, it would be better in private. After the door was shut, he turned to her. He wanted to say the right thing, though he didn’t have a clue what that would be. Silly since he’d been told many times that he had a way with language.
Turned out he didn’t need to speak because Jaylene had her own speech to deliver. It was only two words, but they were the only two he needed to hear. “Show me.”
Silently he took the plate from her hands and set it on the closest end table. Then, though he really wanted to pull her into his arms, he had to be sure she really wanted to be there. On his terms. “We don’t have to, Jay. Not this time. We could—”
She didn’t let him finish, pushing herself into his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Show me,” she said again before crushing her lips to his in a frenzied, hypnotizing kiss.
Well, lesson one would be that he directed the seduction, but this was awfully pleasant as well.
Their kiss lasted for what felt like hours. Or perhaps it was just seconds. It was consuming and passionate and time didn’t exist in the space that their lips were molded to each other. Their mouths moved greedily and her hands rushed to keep up, stroking the length of his chest with urgency.
Soon she was pushing him toward his couch. It was hot how demanding she was, how out-of-control needy she felt in his arms. Only thing her direction was lacking was submission. And really, did she think he was going to give her the best night of her life on a freaking couch? He grabbed her by the ass and picked her up bodily. She made a small noise, but didn’t protest as he carried her, mouths still entwined, to his room.
As they stood at the foot of his bed, his tongue tangled around Jaylene’s, Noah decided to forget the whole “show me” request, and instead just let their passion play out. He’d meant it when he said he didn’t have to have things happen a certain way, at least not every time. And this—Jay’s aggressive fondling and scratching at his clothes—it was turning
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