Page 31 of Worthy Now
Our kiss goes on for what feels like hours, and when we finally come up for air, I give her shoulders a firm push. Tessa reclines until her back rests flat on the counter, peering up at me with lust-filled eyes. I lick my lips, taking in the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and revel in the knowledge that it’s me who’s affecting her this way. Me who’s putting that hungry, almost desperate look in her eyes. I go to work on the buttons of her blouse, pausing halfway to nibble on one of her breasts through the thin fabric and turning it more transparent than it already was. Tessa’s upper body lifts toward me,begging for more and I comply, parting her shirt to reveal a set of tits that have the ability to bring grown men to their knees.
She gyrates her hips, grinding against me in a way that almost has me shooting my load.
“Fuck, baby,” I pant, releasing her engorged nipple with a pop that echoes through the room. “I need you to slow the hell down or this is going to be over before we get to the good part.”
“Maybe we should get to it then,” she suggests, impatiently reaching for my belt and managing to undo it before I can pull back.
“Sweetheart, stop. I just put in a ten-hour day. I’m covered in grime. Let’s move this to the shower, and I promise I’ll make it good for you.”
Tessa pops the button on my cargo pants and lowers the zipper, pushing a hand inside to stroke me over my boxer briefs. My eyes roll into the back of my head as my hips jerk forward, all too eager to meet her touch.
“I like you dirty, and you smell delicious. Just get inside me before I lose my mind. I need you, Jake. Now,” she begs, pulling me down for a kiss that leaves me panting.
Goddamn.What is it about this woman that makes me feel like a fumbling schoolboy? I’m ready to come, and I haven’t even touched her where it counts yet. Determined to draw at least oneorgasm out of her, I push a trembling hand under her barely-there skirt, where I discover just how ready she really is.
“Jesus, Tessa.” I give a strangled moan when my hand meets her bare flesh. “Are you trying to kill me?” I ask while I swipe a couple of fingers through her drenched slit and bring them to my mouth. “You want it bad, don’t you? I can practically taste the desperation on you.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she pants, watching me suck her arousal off my fingers like it’s my favorite lollipop. She frees my hard cock from my cargo pants and immediately presses the sensitive tip to her opening.
“Tell me how much you want it,” I growl next to her ear, working the crown in a quarter of an inch before pulling back. Tessa huffs out a frustrated sound at the loss, lifting her hips to chase after me.
“I want it. I need it. Fuck me, baby. Do it now.”
“I love it when you beg,” I mutter while I frantically work my pants over my ass and hips. The click of the front door opening has me freezing in place. I look over my shoulder and watch in horror as my little brother casually struts into the house, dropping his duffel bag by the door before he makes a beeline straight for us.
“Honey, I’m home!” he shouts, tapping out a text on his phone and not paying attention to his surroundings. “Damn, something smells good. I wasn’t expecting dinner, but you know I canalways—ew—what the hell?” Jude rears back and holds a hand out in front of him in a feeble attempt to hide my naked ass from view. For a moment that lasts way too long to be anything but painfully awkward, no one moves as we all struggle to comprehend the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.
“Goddammit, Jude. A little privacy here,” I bark, trying to cover myself, as well as a beet-red Tessa with nothing but my body and sheer determination. “Jude,” I repeat with a little more bite, and the urgency in my tone finally has him snapping into action. Averting his eyes, he spins around so fast he almost does a full three-sixty.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to barge in on you guys like that,” he says with his back to us while still covering the upper half of his face. “In my defense. There are bedrooms in this house, all with locking doors. Perfect for playing out your stereotypical fantasies. I mean, it’s not my fault you chose to bang the sexy librarian in the common area.”
“Just get out of here until Tessa has a chance to change.”
“Tessa?” my brother screeches, glancing over his shoulder to confirm my guest’s identity. When he meets my furious glower, however, he seems to think better of it, and we don’t move while we listen to his retreating footsteps. I haven’t yet told Jude about my new relationship, choosing to wait so we can have that conversation in person, just in case his reception of her is as hostile asAnna’s was. But the sheer delight on his features just now tells me I didn’t have to worry. Tessa pushes at my chest and hops off the counter before she rounds on me.
“This is the single most embarrassing moment of my life.”
I burst out laughing but bite the inside of my cheek when she doesn’t seem to share my humor.
“Come on now,” I drawl. “It’s not the end of the world. So, my little brother caught us with our pants down. I’m sure it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. Besides, he probably didn’t get a good look, anyway.”
Tessa stares at me with an open mouth before she snaps out of her trance. “My boobs were on full display, my bare ass was hanging over the counter, and you were about 0.2 seconds away from shoving your hard dick into me.”
“Yeah, but most of that was probably hard to see from his angle.” My whole face twitches as I make a lackluster attempt at containing my laughter while I watch her mouth open and close like a fish on dry land before she blows out an irritated breath. Clutching at the lapels of her blouse, she announces, “I’m going upstairs to change. You might want to get one more good look because this is the last time you’ll ever see me wearing a ridiculous costume for you.”
“Well, that’s a shame because I gotta say, you really pull it off.”
“Well…thanks.” She looks absolutely adorable with her flushed cheeks, eyebrows squished together like she’s torn between wanting to stay mad, but also too polite to ignore a compliment. Once my little vixen is out of sight, I heave a regretful sigh and busy myself by taking the steaming casserole out of the oven when the timer goes off. I’m really starting to get tired of everyone showing up at the most inconvenient moments.
“I’m assuming it’s safe to let my eyes wander freely? No other naughty librarians hiding around the house, waiting to be ravaged by the burly construction worker? Seriously, though. Could you be any more of a cliché? And grab a freaking shower next time. What are you? An animal?”
I give my brother an irritated glare that most likely doesn’t have the desired effect, given the smile wanting to take over. As much as the timing of his surprise visit sucks, I can’t help the joy of having him home. I fucking miss that kid and the nonsense he spews. It’s a miracle he turned out the way he did considering our upbringing, and he’s always been a breath of fresh air around here. That he has a smart mouth and the ability to walk through life, never taking anything too seriously, is living proof that my sacrifices haven’t been in vain.
“Shut the hell up and come give me a hug.”
Jude closes the distance but stops midway, eyeing my crotch with a knitted brow. “You better not poke me with that thing. I got mad love for you, bro, but we have to draw the line somewhere.” Shaking my head at his antics, I cup the back of his neck and bring him in, squeezing him tight and getting the obligatory round of manly backslapping out of the way so I can look him over.
“What in the world are you doing here? You in some kind of trouble? Do you need money? You didn’t lose your scholarship, did you? Christ, Jude. What did you do?”
