Jett (Arizona Vengeance 10)

My head is spinning at the implication.

Sex here in the hallway?

I know deep down I should object to that, but damn if I don’t want it. That super dirty fantasy is stopped in its tracks when Jett gently removes my hand from the front of his pants and digs down into his pocket to pull out his keys.

Efficiently, he opens the door, pulls me inside, and quickly enters a code into the alarm to quiet the beeping. It’s almost enough time for my skin to cool, but then Jett’s arms are around me and he’s lowering me right onto the thick white carpet just past the parquet foyer. I vaguely notice a coffee table to my left and an l-shaped couch only a few feet from that.

And yet… he couldn’t wait to make it those few steps and I’m on the floor with Jett on top of me.

His blue eyes lock on mine for a brief moment before slowly moving to my lips, as if he’s considering where to start. He must decide that’s a good place because he’s kissing me again, and I now realize he was barely kissing me at all down in the parking garage.

He consumes me with his lips and tongue, and I barely notice him nudging my legs apart so he can settle his hips against me. I feel shameless when I spread them wide, raise them slightly and lock my legs around the back of his.

What follows next is almost hard to describe. There’s the claiming kiss that goes on and on, but he’s grinding his cock against my core as his hands start furiously grabbing and clawing to remove our clothes.

My hands dive under Jett’s shirt, gliding up his back. Without breaking the kiss, his hand goes to the button of my jeans and he unfastens it with one hand.

Very impressive.

What’s more impressive is how easily his hand slides into my panties, his fingertip zeroing in on and finding my clit for a soft rub. My entire body jerks, hips bucking, and I cry out into his mouth.

My clit has had attention from my own fingers and my vibrator, but with all the sensations going on right now and the speed with which this is all progressing I swear it won’t take much for me to come.

“Need you naked,” he manages to mutter against my mouth, and I very much feel the same, although I’m loathe to have him move away from me.

I suppose it must be done though, because our clothes are definitely in the way. We scrabble and claw, kiss and touch. It’s sloppy and awkward and I vaguely hear a seam of material split, but we’re both too consumed by desperation to care about it.

Somehow, I end up completely naked and Jett has only his shirt off. I try to figure out the best way to rectify the matter so we’re equally unclothed, but my mind fragments when his big hand presses between my legs. The heat from his palm seems to pulse against me and he squeezes softly… intimately. A very strange change of pace from the frantic urgency just moments ago, but before I can even accept that things are slowing, Jett is pressing a long finger inside of me.

I groan loudly… oh, God… so freaking loud.

His finger slides out and thrusts back in. My legs fall from their locked position around him, my heels digging into the floor so that my hips raise into his touch, demanding more.

Jett’s mouth is on my neck and he chuckles darkly over my impatience.

Two can play at that game and I push my hands between us, working at his belt. He angles slightly to the side to give me access, but my fingers fumble as he thrusts two fingers inside me this time. Vision going blurry, I take in a deep breath and try to put some more concentration on his belt.

I manage to get it undone as his mouth works at my neck and his fingers play between my legs. Tremors wrack my body, and my hips move against his hand of their own volition.

Jett grazes his teeth on my collarbone and I shudder, but finally manage to get his jeans open. I frantically push them down his hips, hand diving in and I finally have his hard length against my palm. I squeeze, stroke, tug. I rub my thumb over the wetness on top and revel when his own hips start thrusting into my hand. Both of us writhe and undulate as we touch each other in all the right ways.

I need more.

I ache with needing more.

And whether Jett is reading my emotions or he’s feeling it too, he’s suddenly rolling off me and making a lunge for my purse that’s a few feet away. He doesn’t ask permission but opens it up and pulls out the box of condoms I’d shown him.