Page 12 of Jaz
Chapter Four
He still fondled her. As he drove, he still fondled her. Soft flicks of his fingertips over her clit. Long, slow slides through her labia then dips inside to draw out more of her wetness, more of her whimpering moan.
Neither spoke. Neither needed to speak. She said it all with her legs spread and his hand between them, cupping her, holding her, tempting and teasing her.
She didn’t feel a stitch of embarrassment or shame either. All she felt was heat flowing through her, lust, need unlike anything before. Never wanted it to stop or go away. She wanted this hunger, this tension right on the edge of her nerves, simmering, waiting …
Jaz pulled into a parking spot in frontInk Spot Tattoos and Piercings. She’d never been in it, but she’d known what he did for a living. She knew a lot about him from Jackie.
Jackie. She was the absolute best friend a girl could ask for. Mandi would have never gone after Jaz on her own, and she had to thank Jackie for knowing that.
Mandi looked over at him when he turned the car off. “You have got to be the best birthday present I could have ever wished for.”
His brows inched up and he waggled them. “Good.” He smiled and leaned over, placing a kiss beneath her earlobe. “I plan to keep showing you that for the rest of the night and day. I plan to be the best fucking present you’ve ever gotten.”
Fire curled in her belly at his words, at his breath fanning her skin. For the first time since they’d gotten in the car at the restaurant, he removed his hand from between her thighs. She didn’t like it. She wanted him back.
“I’ll let you unwrap me when we get inside. Kick off your flip-flops and shuck your jeans and panties, sweater and bra too.”
“Outside?”
“No. You can strip inside the car here then you can scurry your sexy little ass across the sidewalk to the door.”
“You want me to walk across the sidewalk naked?”
“I do.”
“Jaz …” she started to protest, but he wagged a finger in her face that had her biting back a laugh.
“Oh no. Don’t even, Mandi. Not with the way you got off a little while ago. Don’t even think about pulling that shy act with me again.”
“But that was different.”
He had her. He knew he had her. She knew he had her. She’d strip naked and walk tall and proud from the car into his shop. She’d had naughty fantasies about him since meeting him atKatz.She hadn’t known what kind of woman he liked, but she knew she wanted him. He had tattoos, a shaved head, and the most amazing blue glass tunnels in his earlobes. He dressed causal in baggy shorts to the knees or cargo pants and high-top Converse. Every time she saw him, he wore a different color and she didn’t think she’d seen him wear the same pair twice. His t-shirts were as colorful as his shoes too. But it was his bright eyes that drew her in, his full mouth, easy laugh. His big muscles didn’t hurt either. He had the size that would make a girl feel safe, protected, adored.
He was the fantasy she’d always hoped for but who never looked her way. Except for now. He was looking now.
And he wanted her to walk about thirty feet. Naked.
“Do it, Mandi. Be a naughty birthday girl..”
For him. Anything at all for him. She slid her feet free of her shoes and then worked them free of her jeans and panties. The sweater and bra were next, as was any self-consciousness. He wanted her. Curves, pudge and extra padding. He wanted her. His eyes said it. His mouth said it. His actions screamed it.
Like right then … It was in the way his breath stopped and his gaze raked her from head to toe, stopping at different points, like her breasts. The longer he stared at them, the harder her nipples became, as though reaching out for him. Every part of her was reaching out for him, wanting him, wanting his touch again.
“Ready?” He didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her. “Jaz?”
Oh so slow, those brilliant eyes lifted to her face. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than a woman so open and willing.”
“It’s my birthday. I can be and do anything on this one day.”
“More than this one day, Mandi.”
She wouldn’t ask what he meant by that. Fear kept her from it. For as long as he allowed her to, she would enjoy every part of him. “I’m ready to open my present, Jaz.”
He winked. “I’ll meet you at the door.”
Together they exited the car, but alone, she walked across the sidewalk. She walked with her head held high as though her heart weren’t pounding in her chest. As though she hadn’t a care in the world.
