Page 71 of The Jellybean Dilemma

He chuckled, but the laughter turned to a moan as my lips covered his once more. I threw my leg over his lap to straddle him. His hands slid down my hips to cup my ass and pull me tight against his growing length. Need coursed through me as I ground against him, gripping his shoulders.

Too many clothes separated us. I tore my mouth from his to yank off my shirt, and he frantically followed my lead. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the heat of our skin meeting almost made me burst into flames. His hands skimmed up my ribs, avoiding my bruises, as we devoured each other. I couldn’t stop touching him, his shoulders, his pecs, his abs.

Every time we’d explored before paled in comparison, because now he was mine.

Greg pulled back, muttering, “Hang on. As much as I want this, I think we should move to the bedroom. You’re not a hundred percent yet, and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

I pouted, brushing my chest against his once more. “Fine. But this is happening.”

Fire flared in his stormy eyes, and a slow, predatory smile spread over his lips. “Damn right, it is.” He kissed me gently, then nuzzled my cheek. “And you’re going to come all over my cock.” His gruff whisper made me freeze on his lap.

Why would he bring that up now? What if—?

His hot breath cascaded down my neck. “Because we’ll keep going until you do.”

Excitement pulsed within me at the promise, pushing away my doubts. I rocked my hips, grinding against him again. “Well, what are we waiting for?” I leapt off him, tugging on his hand, desperate to continue.

I paused at the landing, looking up at him with all the wanton desire coursing through me. He groaned and yanked me to him, making my stomach flip. His mouth claimed mine as his hand cupped my aching breast. I arched into his touch, moaning.

He pinned me gently to the wall, so I was caught between the hard planes of pine and those of his firm torso. One hand cupped my ass, and I looped my leg around his, craving that friction.

“Someday, I’ll fuck you, just like this,” he growled. “Would you like that, Jellybean?”

My impatience got the better of me as his dick rubbed over my apex. “Just get me upstairs, Greg.”

Chapter Twenty-One

He carried me to the bedroom as I covered him with kisses. He sat heavily on the bed, me still on his lap, my apex pressing against the straining front of his jeans. His lips sought mine as he scooted backward, our desperate need for each other not ebbing for one second. I moved with him, my legs framing his.

When his back hit the wall, he gripped my ass, grinding his hard length over my aching pussy. My hips started moving on their own as I rocked against him, needing the friction. He tore his mouth from mine, blazing a trail of scorching kisses down my neck. When his lips clamped over my aching peak, I threw my head back at the pure jolt of pleasure that shot straight to my core.

“Damn, I love these.” He swirled his tongue once more around my nipple before moving to the other side. “You on top makes this perfect.” He paused. “What’s your favorite position, Jellybean?”

Embarrassment crept in, until I remembered this was Greg. “I don’t have one yet, but I bet you can change that.”

An unspoken promise smoldered between us, and my breath caught in my throat, knowing he’d rise to the challenge.

Then horror crossed his face. “Shit! I don’t have any condoms.”

We stared at each other for a long moment as I went over our options. Desire roared within me, my desperation for him a painful ache that needed to be fulfilled. But I’d never had sex without one before.

I knew that Greg would understand. If I said no, we’d find another way to sate ourselves. But I wanted him, all of him. I wanted to feel his cock pounding into me, wanted to reach that peak with him inside of me.

So I said, in a voice not much louder than a whisper, “I have an IUD. And I got tested after Kevin. He’s the last one I…”

Greg searched me, as if looking for any hint of hesitation. “I get tested at my yearly physical. I’m clean, and I haven’t been with anyone since my test.” His lips pressed together briefly before adding, “If you’re sure.”

I didn’t even pause. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” I ground against his hard length, feeling more desperate by the second. “Greg, I need you inside me.”

He groaned my name, threading his fingers through my hair and pulling my mouth to his once more. “I want to taste you,” he murmured against my lips.

“You already are.” I couldn’t help but tease.

His smirk was devilish as he shook his head. One finger traced my mouth. “Not here.” His finger trailed down to my yoga pants, gliding between us until he rested over my heated core. “Here.”

I nodded breathlessly, remembering the last time he’d feasted on me. How delicious that orgasm had been.

Gently rolling us over, he knelt between my legs. A wicked smile played on his lips as he tugged the fabric down my hips, my panties joining the pants on the floor. Anticipation surged within me as he knelt between my legs, his hot breath caressing my inner thigh. His lips parted as he ran a finger down my folds. “So wet already.” His tempestuous gaze met mine, holding a hint of awe. “All this for me, Jellybean?”

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