Page 6 of Beyond the Cage
Again, he nods.
“Why would I kiss you again?”
Is that a smirk? Oh…Mr. Big Shot thinks he’s irresistible. Who am I kidding? He is.
“Ask me.” I step away from him and his brows furrow. “If you want another kiss from me…ask for it.”
He gives me a knowing smile, then wags his finger and shakes his head at me.
“Fine. Have a safe drive home, Mr. Jackson. Thank you for stopping by.”
I motion to the door and he shakes his head, a mischievous smile on his gorgeous lips.
“What do you mean ‘no’?”
As he approaches me, I back away, moving in the direction of the kitchen – lots of sharp instruments in there in case I’m wrong after all. Then again, if he wanted to hurt me, he would have done it already. Wouldn’t he? For the second time tonight, he has me backed against something. This time, it’s the kitchen island. Once again, he picks me up, placing me on the counter. Ooh…that gives me a rush, but I can’t let him know that.
“Will you stop doing that?” I snap. “I already know how big and strong you are.”
Nudging my legs apart, he steps between them and wraps his arms around my waist. Okay, no more games, especially now when my brain isn’t functioning properly. He smells good – some kind of musky scent that’s driving me crazy. I rest my palms on his chest, peeking up at him as he licks his lips, and preparing myself as he leans in. This time when our lips meet,hemoans. Startled, I pull back and stare at him.
“Did you justmoan?”
He shrugs.Hmm…maybe I can make him talk after all.
“There may be hope for you yet, Mr. Jackson.”
I slide my palm to the back of his neck and pull his lips back to mine. His kiss is feverish, demanding. His rough hands roam across my back, my arms, down my sides, my thighs, anywhere he can reach. My body is on fire, craving this…stranger’stouch. He fists his hand in my hair and my hair clip clatters to the floor. Pulling my head back, he bares my neck for his lips.Oh, God, that feels good!His tongue moves across my neck, his lips kissing, sucking, teeth nipping at my flesh. I’m on oxytocin overload right now.
He pulls back, and I watch as he reaches for something next to me – my Kit Kat. After ripping the wrapper, he breaks off a piece.Dear, God. Now when I hear the jingle ‘break me off a piece’, it's going to have such a naughty connotation.He wedges it between his lips and leans in once more. I close my lips around the piece jutting out of his mouth and bite down gently. He keeps his lips on mine as we chew. Heavens. As soon as I swallow, his tongue darts past my lips.Mm…chocolate and K.O…quite a delish combo. His fingers dance up my spine, making me shiver. I moan, sliding my hands under his T-shirt and sinking my nails into the small of his back. He pulls me forward and wedges his crotch against mine. As I wrap my legs around his hips, my crotch connects with the wrought-iron pole in his shorts. My pussy is twitching, and at this point, there’s only one thing in the world I need – a nice, hard dick. As luck would have it, there’s one pressing against me right now. I desperately want him to rip my clothes off and fuck me into oblivion.
No. I need to stop. Now. Maybe he’s reading my mind, because he breaks away. I open my eyes and meet a hungry stare. Jesus. I feel my panties melting. But…I realize he’s not looking at my face. I follow his gaze and see that my bandeau has slid past my breasts, exposing them for the entire world to see.
“Oh!” I exclaim as I quickly cover them with my hands. “No, no, no, no. No!”Great, Jas. You’re not scolding a child. I hop off the counter, turn my back to him, and pull my top up.
When I turn to face him, he steps forward.
“No.” I take a deep breath. “That’s enough for tonight.”
He nods and looks around, obviously perturbed.What is he doing?He reaches for the pen and notepad on the kitchen counter, writes something down, and pushes it toward me. It’s a phone number.
“Your number?”
Another nod.
“How am I gonna call you when you don’t even talk?”
He smiles and shakes his head.
“Text?”
Nod.
“Fine, I’ll text you, Mr…wait…what should I call you? Mr. Jackson?”
His expression says no.
“K.O.?”
