Page 55 of In Doubt
We both start walking again and then she pauses, spinning round to face me.
“Are you …” She chews on her lip and I practically groan with the need to capture it between my own teeth. “Are you mad with me?”
“Mad?” I swallow. I’m definitely losing my mind here.
“You just seem a little…”
“A little?” I step towards her, unable to help myself.
She looks up at me, examining my face, her gaze like fire across my skin. Her sight flickers momentarily to my bare chest before she checks herself, shaking her head. “Never mind.”
Her scent is so sweet, arresting every taste bud on my tongue and every bone in my body sings with the need to have her.
I can’t control it any longer.
I stalk towards her, our bodies drawing closer and closer. Her eyes flicker up to meet mine through her lashes, and her teeth capture her bottom lip, tugging it taut.
I come nearer still, closing the space between us until our bodies touch, her skin warm and wet against mine. Her stiff beaded nipples brush against my ribs. She issues a pleading whimper and my fingers flex, my heart thudding in my chest, every cell of my body tingling with anticipation.
I step forward again, pressing my body into hers, forcing her to step too, backing her up against the wall, and she comes willingly, following my lead, her fingertips resting against my chest. Her back hits the smooth white wall with a gentle thud and a silent oh. I curl my palm around her neck, feeling the excited quiver of her gland against my fingers. I pause, closing my eyes and bringing my face close to her neck, inhaling her sweet, sweet scent as my breath brushes across her skin.
Then I peer up at her, her lids now heavy with lust and I kiss her. I kiss Giorgie Martinelli, swallowing her mouth with mine.
She gasps, her warm body stiffening for a fraction against mine, then melting as I devour her mouth, her arms coiling round my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair. Her lips are soft but I’m not gentle with my kisses. In this moment, I’m all alpha. Sucking on her tongue, nipping on her plump lip, exploring every part of her mouth, wanting to taste and feel it all.
Electricity spirals across my skin, every part of me sparking alive.
A mewl escapes her throat and it’s the most delicious noise I’ve ever heard. I want to grab her arse, wrap her legs around my hips and take her right here against the wall.
I also want to see her face.
I draw back, peering down into her eyes. They’re swirling with passion.
With my free hand, I yank away the towel likes it’s fucking gift wrap and as it falls away, I trace my knuckles against the flesh of her stomach, goosepimples forming as I do, and her body shivering with desire. I find the jut of her hip bone and sweep my thumb along it.
I’ve dreamed of grabbing a hold of her hips and now I finally do, gripping her firmly and pulling her closer until she’s flush against me, my cock hardening against her stomach. Then I reach down and squeeze that plump arse of hers through the damp fabric of her bikini bottoms. I can smell how wet she’s getting already and I’m so fucking hungry for her.
“Giorgie,” I groan.
She takes a shuddering inhale and without the towel I receive a close-up view of her. She’s dressed in that red bikini I could remove with a simple flick of my fingers. My cock twitches against her and she fucking shivers.
I lean down and suck on her neck.
“Jake?” she mumbles.
“Yes,” I breathe into her ear, ringing my tongue around the shell before nipping on her lobe.
“This is … this is …” she moans, a noise she immediately tries to stifle.
I like that. Like she’s a little shy. I want to break straight through that shyness and have her screaming my name without caring who hears. “This is moving fast.”
I pause. What? I blink, my brain slowly computing what she’s said. Then with every ounce of self restraint I possess, I force myself to pull away from her, giving her some space.
“You don’t like fast?” I ask her.
“I don’t know,” her eyes flicker to my chest and then my abdomen, her fingers still buried in my hair. I think she wants fast as much as I do, but something is holding her back.
I remember that moment in the trench.
