Page 115 of Melted by a Man

My fingers itched, naturally reaching toward her, before I balled them into fists at my side. I set my helmet near my bag in the entryway, and she gave me a curious look. Her dark eyes scanned my body, the pinch in her brow an indicator of some puzzle she was trying to piece together about me.

“Are you okay?” Jacqueline asked, with her delicious frown in place. Her eyes were searching mine, stepping closer.

I exhaled a nervous breath, before shaking my head once.

She tilted her head as she shrugged out of her jacket, hanging it up. My eyes dropped to her blouse, and her jeans which were my favorite pair because of how well they hugged her arse.

“You seem…tense.” Jacqueline unbuttoned another button on her blouse, revealing more of her smooth skin. My eyes homed in on her movements, and she hesitated.

I saw the moment something clicked for her, her eyebrows twitching up the slightest bit, “Do you…want me, right now?”

“Yes.” I always wanted Jacqueline. That would always be the case. It was an answer as mindless as breathing.

Jacqueline nodded, “…Do you want to talk first, or after?”

I thought about her question this time, wondering which was best. Part of me insisted that we speak first, knowing deep down that if she didn’t reciprocate what I was about to admit tonight, there was a good chance there wouldn’t be an after.

There would just be an end.

…I wished I was a better man.

“After.” I decided.

She nodded, continuing to unbutton her blouse. Not just to get comfortable, but to remove it entirely.

“Do you want me, Leo?” Jacqueline whispered her question. The tension was thick. My heart was sure to race out of my ribs at any moment.

“Fiercely.” I shrugged out of my leather jacket, dropping it next to my helmet.

“…Do you want to play with me?” I could tell that was very much what she wanted. She was a woman with layers. While she enjoyed simple missionary and was able to get off multiple times with what others deemed as vanilla sex, she also enjoyed playing.

This might be the last time I could play with Jacqueline Williams.

“Yes.” I was only capable of one-word responses, apparently.

Jacqueline’s lips twitched up in a smile before she dropped it just as quickly. Her chest was heaving as she shrugged out of her blouse. Her bra was simple today, a nude shade that had no lace. No front clasp. It was a bra made for function, and yet, my throat went dry at the sight of it.

I was officially wrecked for this woman.

Jacqueline then bent down to shrug out of her jeans, delicately pulling her smooth legs out of the material, and setting it aside.

Her panties were white cotton.

Simple. Functional.

I wanted to bite them off of her.

Without warning, Jacqueline turned on her heel and bolted.

I chuckled, grabbing the back collar of my shirt to pull it over my head before I marched after her. I didn’t run this time. I didn’t want to rush this.

I turned down her short hallway, grinning when I saw her bedroom door close. The light turned off underneath the door, and I allowed my footsteps to heavily fall in my approach. I wanted her to know I was coming.

I turned the handle, slowly pushing it open.

“Jacqueline?” I sang her name as I closed the door behind me, locking it.

I held still, waiting to hear where she was. Under her bed? In her closet? Behind the drapes? The ensuite bathroom?

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