Page 32 of Jobe

She turned, seeing him on the sidewalk near the steps of the building. They both stood, not moving, staring into each other’s eyes.

Let me in, doll,his expression implored.

Take my pain,was her inner response.

Suddenly, she launched herself at him, running at full speed. He caught her easily in his embrace, holding her tightly.

Not caring who saw or what they thought, she let the sobs releaseas she poured her heart out in his arms. He cradled her head against his chest, next to his heartbeat, hating the reason she was there, but loving the way she turned to him in need.

“I’m not making any difference,” she cried. “It’s all going to hell.”

“That’s not true,” he shushed. “What you’re doing is amazing,” he reassured, but her head just shook against his neck. After a minute of crying he heard her speak, but her voice was muffled by his shirt. He leaned his head down while still holding her tightly, asking, “What, baby?”

“Take me home,” was the choked response. She lifted her gaze up to his, the red-rimmed eyes pleading, as she whispered again, “Take me home.”

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The ride back to Jobe’s apartment was made in silence, as he occasionally spared a glance to the passenger side. Mackenna was leaning against the door, her head on the window, eyes closed. He wanted to comfort her…say something to make it better.But one look at her and he knew she was not ready to hear anything yet.Maybe I can get her to eat something and take a nap. She looks like she’s going to drop.

The minute the apartment door was closed she whirled around, launching herself at him again. Only this time it was not in tears. As he caught her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his face to hers for a kiss.

And did not let go.

Jobe, caught off guard, held her up with one hand under her ass and the other around her waist. The unexpected kiss was urgent—hot and wet, and she was not coming up for air. He gladly accommodated, allowing her to rule the moment as he enjoyed the feel of her soft lips moving against his. Her tongue slipped inside and warred with his.

His knees almost buckled with desire as she sucked his tongue into her mouth and began to grind her soft core against his jean-clad cock. Already at attention, it was painfully swollen against his zipper and he wondered if it would have permanent marks.

He pulled her back gently, saying, “Doll, you gotta slow down. We need to talk about a lot of things.”

“Fuck talking,” she murmured against his lips, as she continued to move her hips into his pelvis.

Pulling back again, he tried once more to slow her down.She doesn’t want me, she just wants a body right now.

By creating a slight space between their chests, she reached down grabbing the bottom of her shirt and whipping it up over her head. His eyes dropped down to her full breasts spilling out of her bra before raising his gaze back up to hers.

“Oh, no, doll. We’re so not doing this now.”

She pulled him, latching onto his lips again and he felt his resolve slipping.

She murmured between kisses, “I just…need…you. Please…”

“Mackenna, I don’t want us to use each other for sex. We meant too much to each other at one time.”

Jerking her face back away from his, she stared him down, seeing his labored breathing. “Talking’s for later. Right now I need a body to let me know I’m still fucking alive. I just want to stop hurting. Please, do that for me.”

Seeing his tortured expression, she instinctively knew he was trying to do the honorable thing.Fuck honorable.“Jobe,” she said softly, gaining his attention. “I didn’t go to just anyone. I’m here with you. I. Need. You.”

With that, he pressed her firmly again, one hand behind her head as he took over the kiss. With her legs wrapped around his waist tightly, he shifted his other hand to her bra clasp and quickly unsnapped it. She tossed the offending material away as he walked them toward the bedroom.

The heat between them was explosive and he angled his head for better access to her warm mouth. Sucking her tongue, he moved expertly around, feeling every crevice as he memorized her taste again.

By the time they made it into his bedroom she had grabbed his t-shirt and was tugging it upward. Their lips separated only long enough for that piece of clothing to be discarded as well. Before it landed on the floor, he had pressed her naked chest against his.

His hand fisted in her hair, holding her close as he devoured her lips. Hard. Demanding. As though neither of them could get enough. His tongue delved inside of her warm mouth again and again, capturing her moans.

She squirmed in his arms, her nipples tight and aching as she pressed them against his chest. As her core rubbed against his swollen cock, she cursed the material between them. She tried to slide her hand down to his jean zipper but found herself flying through the air before she could get it down.

Having reached the bed, Jobe gave her a little toss onto the mattress before he jerked his jeans down. He saw her eyes widen for a second before a smile lit her face. She quickly unzipped her pants as well and he peeled them off of her before she could finish.Slow. I should go slow. This should be special,his mind interrupted, but before he could act on that thought, she slipped her panties down and opened her legs to him.Fuck, girl.

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