Page 34 of Jam and Jingle Bells
Before I blinked again, his lips were on mine in a fierce and frantic tangle of tongues and lips. He stroked mine languidly, his hands leaving the building to grasp my face and tip my head to go deeper. His soft moan echoed in my ears and I returned it, letting it reverberate through him. I could feel it in his chest and down his leg from my full-body shiver. He let his lips fall from mine slowly and then rested his forehead on mine, his breath ragged.
“Does that clear it up?” I nodded, barely. “Maybe we should take this to your place,” he hissed, his breath warm against my cool cheek.
“Maybe we should,” I agreed and he grabbed my arm and power walked me around the corner toward the salon.
Not a word was said on the walk, or should I say he walked and I ran on my tippy toes to keep up, to the salon. He was a man on a mission and who was I to pass up a heavy make-out session? I had my keys in hand as we approached the side door of the salon, ready to key us in and get up the stairs as fast as possible. Before I could get the key in the lock, he had them in his hands, the door unlocked, and me up against the banister of the stairs. His lips were back on mine in a hard kiss of possession that left no doubt in my mind that he didn’t have an issue with the wordsdatingandsituationbeing used together in reference to us.
I buried my hands in his hair, my gloves still on, and the leather slid through his white locks like butter. His lips moved to my neck and kissed a trail to my ear. “You’re incredible,” he whispered. He took my hand and stripped my gloves off, one finger at a time. “Beautiful,” he sighed and tucked the gloves between two banister posts then slowly unbuttoned my coat. “Absolutely, irrevocably stunning,” he finished when my coat was gone, and I stood in my red sequined tunic and leggings. His fingers hooked in the belt at my waist as his eyes swallowed me from top to bottom. “I think I’m in heaven.”
I trailed my finger down his jaw to rest on his chest. “No, you’re in the hallway of Addie and Me.”
“I like those two words together better thandating situation,” he whispered.
I lowered the zipper on his coat. “Addie and me?” I asked, my tongue thick in my mouth.
“Most definitely it’s Addie and me, right here, right now, except Addie and me are going to go upstairs and get far more comfortable than we are in this cold vestibule.”
“Mmmm,” I hummed, “Addie is okay with that idea.”
He followed me up the stairs to the apartment door and I let us in, both of us falling through the door and onto the couch. We were desperate to connect as we groped for each other in the darkened room. His lips pressed my head into the back of the couch and he practically straddled me, his hand planted at the nape of my neck while his tongue worked its way through my mouth with precision. I whimpered, his need my need and his passion my passion.
His jeans did nothing to hide his desires and my hand strayed there to caress him lightly. He moaned, his hips bucking and his teeth biting down on my lower lip as a warning. When I didn’t take heed, he grabbed my hand and ripped his lips from mine, both of us panting. I noticed his arm dart out to the left and then the lamp came on. His hair was mussed from my fingers and his eyes were hooded when he gazed at me.
He climbed off my lap and took three steps from me, running his fingers into his hair. “We have to stop,” he whispered. “As much as I don’t want to stop, we have to.”
“You don’t have a condom with you?”
He shook his head, his hand grasping the back of his neck.
“Not even an emergency one in your wallet? Don’t all guys carry emergency condoms?”
He laughed with frustration and shook his head. “Nada, babe.”
Babe?Moving on.
“I don’t sleep with women casually. My mother taught me to be a gentleman. She’d have a cow if she knew I was that close,” he said, motioning at the couch.
I walked to him and slid my hands up his chest. “Your mom sounds like a great lady, but it is kind of a buzzkill when you bring her up when discussing sex.”
He let his head fall back and he laughed, at himself. “You’re right. I’m just disappointed in myself for forgetting my manners.”
I tipped his chin down with my finger until he made eye contact. “You know, if two people are both participating in the activity, manners have nothing to do with it. There’s a time to be polite, for instance holding doors open for little old ladies. When it comes to intimacy, politeness can cripple you. In most cases, being too polite is frowned upon.”
He lowered a brow. “Frowned upon?”
I nodded, my hands playing with his hair. “As long as the two people involved are mutually into it then politeness has no place in the bedroom. Unless you’re talking about making sure the woman is as happily sated as you are by the end.”
He stared me down for a solid thirty seconds before he spoke. “I get that, but I still don’t have casual sex, which is why I don’t carry emergency condoms.”
My hand came up to push some hair off his forehead. “I’m not pressuring you, Ellis. It’s too soon and we’re probably lucky you didn’t have that emergency condom. We may have used it and there would be no going back.”
He nodded, his eyes melting before me in a big puddle of chocolate crème. “I agree, but I’m still going to the store tomorrow and buying a pack. Then, when the time is right, I’m prepared.”
I lowered my head to his chest on a laugh. “Thank God because I’m not so sure we’ll be able to stop ourselves the next time.” I rocked my head back and forth on his chest and my head ran over the hard spot again. I dropped my hand to his chest and glanced up at him. “Ellis, what is that? This isn’t the first time I’ve felt it.”
His eyes widened and he swallowed nervously as though he thought I might move on without an answer. I wouldn’t. I waited.
“Ellis, is there something wrong?” I asked patiently, noting his breathing had picked up and his upper lip was covered in a sheen of sweat.
