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With my free hand, I hooked her knee around my waist, then added a second finger, curling them both against her inner wall. She squeezed her leg around me, rocking her hips to meet my hand’s seeking motion, my thumb still working her clit.
“Jase,” she said again.
I brought my lips to her ear. “You want more?” My other hand moved from her leg up to her breast, finding her nipple through her dress and teasing it with soft tugs.
A moan rolled up her throat as she arched her back, pressing her breast into my hand. Her hips were eager, driving my fingers deeper, her breaths heaving, eyes squeezed shut like the pleasure was too much. “Please?—”
I pulled the top of her dress aside and closed my mouth over her nipple, circling the tight peak with my tongue before giving it a suck. Her muscles clamped around my fingers as I sucked harder, keeping steady pressure on her clit. Her mouth fell open on a silent cry, back arching, muscles locking as the rhythmic pulses continued, helpless moans falling from her lips.
My cock was steel in my pants, every nerve searing as I watched her come apart so openly, her pleasure mine alone to witness. I wanted to stand in that moment forever, make her come again and again, and see the same bliss painted on her face.
I eased the movement of my fingers as she clenched around them a few more times, pressing kisses along her jaw, her cheeks, her forehead, and finally to her lips. Her eyes fluttered open, blue-green jewels beneath dark lashes that trapped my breath in my lungs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered.
A smile broke over her face like sunlight bursting over the horizon. Our hands roamed each other, savoring the intimate touch for one more moment. She dipped her fingers beneath my shirt to graze the skin above my waistband, and my abs flexed almost painfully, goose bumps breaking out along my body. My cock throbbed, the loose fabric of my pants doing nothing to hide my erection as her hands teased lower.
She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine, slow and deep, driving my body higher with a need we didn’t have the time or space to satisfy right now.
I pulled away with a groan, dropping my forehead to hers. “We should get to work.”
She chuckled, making my own smile rise. “You’re probably right.”
I took one more inhale of her sweet scent, then pressed a final kiss to her lips. “See you later.”
I forced my hands to drop, forced my feet to step back, forced my body into the hallway and down the stairs to the kitchen.
Forced myself not to focus on anything but the warmth in my chest and the rightness of the moment we’d just shared.
I didn’t know what would come of this, but I did know—more than ever—I wanted to find out.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Dani
For the restof the day on Friday, Jase and I worked in our respective spaces—me in Jillian’s office and him in the kitchen. Neither of us ventured to see the other, knowing we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands off each other if we did.
The restaurant’s phone was flooded with calls from people trying to reserve a table for the already booked night, and not wanting to be a distraction during an especially busy shift, I decided to leave before service began. At four o’clock, I headed out, swinging by the bar to wave goodbye to Jase. He dragged me by the hand up to Jillian’s office, pressed me against the closed door, and kissed me until I couldn’t breathe.
Saturday, he texted me to ask what I wanted for dinner on our date. I told him to go with whatever he was in the mood for. I’d eat absolutely anything that man cooked, and then I’d ask for more.
Now it was Sunday evening, and I was on my way to his apartment, board game in hand, a change of clothes, makeup wipes, and a toothbrush rolled up in my purse. I’d decided to walk so I didn’t have to worry about overnight parking, the complete opposite of how I usually felt before a first date. Normally, I’d want the excuse for not being able to stay the night, a buffer to keep things slow without having to come right out and say as much.
Tonight, I didn’t want slow. I was past the point of dipping my toe in the water. I wanted to dive right in and be fully submerged in Jase. In the calmness of his presence and the steadiness of his confidence. In the fresh spice of his soap that made me want to rub my face against his neck like a cat in heat and then drop to my knees to find out how he tasted. To make him smile and then make him groan, make him lose himself as completely as I had against that locker.
It was a foreign sensation. Instead of the sharp buzz of my usual anxiety putting me on edge, something else rolled through me. A steady hum that vibrated low in my belly, craving everything he and I had already shared and more. Like something had awakened within me, some sensual being who had long been asleep and now needed to feed. It had my pulse thrumming as I made my way up the elevator of his building.
Outside his door, I adjusted the thin strap of my blue sundress, one that made me feel sexy but was still casual enough for a night in. It was another dress I’d bought a while ago but hadn’t worn, never quite believing I could pull it off.
Tonight, it fit like a glove.
The door swung open, and my heart kicked at the sight of him. He wore dark jeans and a light blue button-down that made his eyes stand out, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, leaving the defined lines of his forearms on display. It was a devastating combination.
He was frozen too, his gaze slowly moving from my hair down my body and back up again, his eyes burning with so much intensity that it raised the hair on my arms.
He wanted me.
The knowledge simmered my blood with arousal until it was thickly flowing magma in my veins.
