as his tongue swept inside, stroking the inside of her mouth as his hand slid lower, curving past the base of her spine and cupping her ass.
With a swift movement, he spun them both around so her back was to the door. Taking one step forward, he pressed against her, hips to shoulders.
He was hard, the thick length of him branding her where their bodies met. She slid her hands up and over his shoulders, wrapped them around his neck, locking him in place.
She didn’t want this moment to end.
Ever.
He moved in closer. She ignored the sensation of the hard metal bar of the door pressing into the small of her back. He slid his hand down her leg and lifted it up and around his waist, the hard length of his cock grinding against her sweet spot.
She whimpered, clinging to him, her head dropping back against the door with a quiet thump. He kissed down the length of her neck, tugging at the collar of her dress, the other hand bracing them both against the door. Their breathing was harsh in the darkened room.
Another openmouthed kiss against the top of her breast, another slow, drugging roll of the hips, and Jessica could feel the pulse of orgasm starting to throb deep inside. Bracing herself against the cold metal behind her, she started to wrap her other leg around him.
And the door fell open, sending them both staggering into the blinding light of the hallway.
Tom wrenched his mouth away from hers and settled her on her feet as quickly as humanly possible. He braced her as she stumbled.
She wasn’t sure when she’d have strength in her legs again to hold herself upright. If ever.
A quick glance down the hall in both directions assured her no one was watching. Thank God for that.
Tom closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers, his breathing fast and harsh in the empty hallway. “God,” he muttered.
“I, uh,” Jessica stammered, all vocabulary fleeing her in the aftermath of that kiss.
“Yeah.”
With slow, stuttering movements, as if forcing himself to react, Tom let go of her, his steps faltering backwards. Already, she felt colder, a shiver tracing down her spine. What the hell had she done?
And what the hell had he done back?
“I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
Jessica winced. “I don’t think either of us did.”
“I’m sorry,” he began, but she cut him off.
“Look, I’m just as embarrassed as you are. But please don’t make it worse by apologizing. I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. I started it.”
“That’s beside the point.”
She shook her head. “No, it is the point.”
He sighed heavily. “So where do we go from here?”
“Home.” She walked back into the theater and grabbed her bag. “Separately. And we forget it ever happened.”
His voice was harsh. “Forget it happened. Right.”
Somehow, it didn’t sound like agreement.
Back in the hallway, Jessica thrust out a hand for a nice impersonal handshake. “Good night. Thanks for the tour.”
“Is that what they’re calling it these days?”
She shot him a warning look. “Good night.”
He took her hand briefly in his, but it wasn’t short enough to avoid the spark that never failed to appear when they touched. Damn.
He must have felt it too, because he dropped her hand like a hot coal. “It’s been…interesting.”
She clutched her bag to her chest, eyes wide, as she watched him stride on down the hall. Interesting? What the hell did that mean?
And did she really want to find out?
Chapter Four
“Sign here.” The officious blonde tapped on the clipboard with her pencil. “And here. And put your room number here.”
She flipped a page and started again. Jessica scrawled her signature in each spot, glancing briefly at the legalese as it flipped past her. Apparently, keys to the theater were on a level with security clearance at the Navy base down the road, judging by the forms required.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tom’s office door open. She ducked her head and
With a swift movement, he spun them both around so her back was to the door. Taking one step forward, he pressed against her, hips to shoulders.
He was hard, the thick length of him branding her where their bodies met. She slid her hands up and over his shoulders, wrapped them around his neck, locking him in place.
She didn’t want this moment to end.
Ever.
He moved in closer. She ignored the sensation of the hard metal bar of the door pressing into the small of her back. He slid his hand down her leg and lifted it up and around his waist, the hard length of his cock grinding against her sweet spot.
She whimpered, clinging to him, her head dropping back against the door with a quiet thump. He kissed down the length of her neck, tugging at the collar of her dress, the other hand bracing them both against the door. Their breathing was harsh in the darkened room.
Another openmouthed kiss against the top of her breast, another slow, drugging roll of the hips, and Jessica could feel the pulse of orgasm starting to throb deep inside. Bracing herself against the cold metal behind her, she started to wrap her other leg around him.
And the door fell open, sending them both staggering into the blinding light of the hallway.
Tom wrenched his mouth away from hers and settled her on her feet as quickly as humanly possible. He braced her as she stumbled.
She wasn’t sure when she’d have strength in her legs again to hold herself upright. If ever.
A quick glance down the hall in both directions assured her no one was watching. Thank God for that.
Tom closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers, his breathing fast and harsh in the empty hallway. “God,” he muttered.
“I, uh,” Jessica stammered, all vocabulary fleeing her in the aftermath of that kiss.
“Yeah.”
With slow, stuttering movements, as if forcing himself to react, Tom let go of her, his steps faltering backwards. Already, she felt colder, a shiver tracing down her spine. What the hell had she done?
And what the hell had he done back?
“I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
Jessica winced. “I don’t think either of us did.”
“I’m sorry,” he began, but she cut him off.
“Look, I’m just as embarrassed as you are. But please don’t make it worse by apologizing. I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. I started it.”
“That’s beside the point.”
She shook her head. “No, it is the point.”
He sighed heavily. “So where do we go from here?”
“Home.” She walked back into the theater and grabbed her bag. “Separately. And we forget it ever happened.”
His voice was harsh. “Forget it happened. Right.”
Somehow, it didn’t sound like agreement.
Back in the hallway, Jessica thrust out a hand for a nice impersonal handshake. “Good night. Thanks for the tour.”
“Is that what they’re calling it these days?”
She shot him a warning look. “Good night.”
He took her hand briefly in his, but it wasn’t short enough to avoid the spark that never failed to appear when they touched. Damn.
He must have felt it too, because he dropped her hand like a hot coal. “It’s been…interesting.”
She clutched her bag to her chest, eyes wide, as she watched him stride on down the hall. Interesting? What the hell did that mean?
And did she really want to find out?
Chapter Four
“Sign here.” The officious blonde tapped on the clipboard with her pencil. “And here. And put your room number here.”
She flipped a page and started again. Jessica scrawled her signature in each spot, glancing briefly at the legalese as it flipped past her. Apparently, keys to the theater were on a level with security clearance at the Navy base down the road, judging by the forms required.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tom’s office door open. She ducked her head and
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