Page 15 of ELITE Justice
As the limousinepulled in front of her apartment, Gwen didn’t want the night to end. She also didn’t want the kissing to stop. Jonathan could do wonders with his mouth. After making out for what seemed like hours on the top of the bank building, surrounded by the Dallas lights, they’d returned to the limo. And oh my God, he’d picked her up in a limousine! Texas-style, of course, because where else would anyone want a stretch Hummer? They’d continued to kiss the entire way back to their neighborhood. She wasn’t sure if it was one continuous kiss or several dozen, one right after another.
She hadn’t been on a date like this…ever. Jonathan had been such a gentleman, and she really liked him. She could invite him up and she knew they’d end up in her bed. Would that be a bad thing? Did the fact that she wanted this hunk of a man warming her sheets, and her body even more than he had already, make her a slut? Technically it was their first date, but they’d known each other for weeks. Kind of.What the hell. She was over thirty, certainly not a virgin, and knew what she wanted…multiple orgasms. Then she mentally added,from a man. She’d be happy to get even one. It had been too long since a man had made her wet, touched her clit, stroked her un—
“Let me walk you to your door.” Jonathan’s whispered words sounded loud in the silence of the cavernous back of the vehicle.
Gwen suddenly realized they’d stopped.Decision time.
“No.” She could do this. She could ask for what she really wanted. Bravely, she reached down and stroked him through the gray slacks. He’d been hard since the rooftop, but she’d ignored it, unsure what she really wanted. Feeling the length of his hard cock in her hand, she was positive about her next step. “Walk me to my bedroom.”
In answer, he crashed his mouth on hers, pulling her body against his.
Oh, yes, he wanted her. Thank goodness, because if he’d said no, or made some lame excuse, she wasn’t sure if even her Big Bob vibrator would be enough to finish her off the way she wanted tonight.
Jonathan pulled back and stared into her eyes. “Are you sure?” He sucked in a stuttering breath. “Because I want you so much, but I don’t want to push you into something you aren’t—”
She shoved him toward the door. He was so big and solid that he barely moved. “Unless you want me to strip off my clothes,” she purposefully looked at his crotch, “and yours, so we can do this right here, you’d better open the door and follow me upstairs.” She glanced around the spacious limousine, noting the blackout window separating them from the driver and that the deep leather seats lining the sides were plenty wide enough for a person to lie down, before she returned her gaze to him. “On the other hand, I’ve never done it in a limousine.”
Six hours ago she’d never been inside a limo, but he didn’t need to know that. What he did need to know was that she wanted him. She leaned toward him, their eyes locked, her lips an inch from his. “Here or there?” She tilted her head slightly toward the building.
“If I kiss you, I’ll take you right here.” He leaned back. “You deserve so much better than a quickie in the back of a limo. Your bed, this first time.” He reached for the door handle and practically leaped out. Grabbing her hips, he slid her down the length of his body, not letting go when her feet finally touched the sidewalk. “I’ll give you the limousine fantasy another time. Right now, I need to see you naked and wet for me.”
So, he thought there would be another time. She’d be the one to make that decision after they made it through the next few hours. And wet. Oh, yes. She was soaked and couldn’t wait to feel him slide into her.
Jonathan held her close, their heated bodies aligned. With two fingers, he lifted her chin until their eyes met. “I want this more than you can believe, Gwen.”
She understood the unasked question. Rocking her hips into his, she admitted, “Me, too.”
Closing the door on the big vehicle, he smacked the roof twice. He didn’t release her from his embrace as their evening ride disappeared around the corner. She probably should have been embarrassed. The thwacks were no doubt guy code forI’m gonna get lucky. Head on home. But she was going to be the lucky one with an orgasm provided by Jonathan O’Neil, as long as he was a half-decent lover.
“Keys.” It was a demand, not a request.
“The lock is a little tricky, I’d better get it.” Gwen reached into the inside pocket of her purse and extracted the key, but Jonathan snatched it from her hand.
Keeping her tight to his side, he strode to the door and easily opened it. In the small foyer, the side entrance to the diner was on the left, and straight ahead was a set of stairs.
“I’m sorry, there’s no elevator.” She grimaced. “I’m on the third floor.” She passed him and took her key from his hands as she started up the steps. If he really wanted her, he’d follow. If not, the front door automatically locked when closed.
She was afraid he’d changed his mind. The door didn’t open and close, though, but she didn’t hear footsteps behind her either. Was he just standing there watching? She refused to turn and beg him to follow.
“Damn, you’ve got a great ass.” Jonathan’s words were so close she startled, tripping on the next step. He caught her by the hips and then stood on the step below hers, making them the same height. He pushed his erection against her backside. “I can’t wait to run my hands all over your naked body.” One palm smoothed over her butt cheek, then squeezed. “I’ll hold on here while you ride me and push yourself deep onto my cock.” He shoved against her. Snaking a hand over her hip to the apex of her thighs, he nuzzled into her neck. “Tell me you’re wet for me.” He stroked her hard through the layers of cloth.
She was never one for dirty talk, but his soft words were a promise. Her body automatically rocked into his hand.
“Like that, do you?” Jonathan lifted the hair off the back of her neck and nipped his way from her spine to just below her ear. She was breathing as though she’d sprinted up the steps, yet they hadn’t even made it to the second floor…where Luis lived.
What if her cook chose that moment to walk out his door? Or heard them and stormed out armed to protect her?
She grabbed Jonathan’s hand from her crotch and spun to face him, nose to nose. In a whisper, she told him, “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted a man before, so let’s quit playing and get to my apartment.”
Pivoting, keeping his hand in hers, she quietly sped up the remaining stairs. Key in hand, she opened the door and yanked Jonathan into her small apartment. She tossed her keys into the bowl on the foyer table and turned to latch the deadbolt.
Facing the door, Jonathan pinned her with his big body, pulling her hands above her head and securing them in one of his. He moved his other hand around to her belly then under the waistband of her slacks. As his hand traveled down, he kissed her neck. She felt him smile when he ran his fingertips along the edge of her panties. “I like lace.” He dove underneath them and found her hardened clit, circling it.
She dragged in a ragged breath, shuddering as he teased her sensitive center.
A long, slow exhale of breath heated her ear when he slid one finger between her folds. “You are so hot, and wet.” With her own juices, he returned to her clit, circling, taunting, then pressed down on the hardened bud. “And ready.”
She trembled. His rough finger caressing the most sensitive point on her body almost threw her over the edge. She pushed her ass into what she knew was an impressive erection and rubbed back and forth, begging him to do it again.
