He grins again.
God, I love his grin, and he makes me swoon.
Again.
Fuck, I need to concentrate.
He moves into me again and says, “I love that you want me all to yourself, sweetheart.”
I listen to his words and can tell by the grin still gracing his lips that he has more to say. “Why are you looking at me like you’re about to devour me?” I try to push him away again but he’s not having any of it; he continues to press up against me, his cock driving me wild.
“Because that’s exactly what I’m just about to do to you,” he informs me as he grabs my hand and turns to Erin. “Can I steal Presley for a bit?” I have no doubt she will give him whatever he asks for. Even my take-no-shit best friend would be hard pressed to say no to Jett.
Her gaze drifts to West for a moment and then she turns her attention to Jett. “Be my guest. Your friend can keep me company.”
“Oh god,” I say. I can only imagine the fun she’ll have with him. Those two let loose together could cause all sorts of havoc.
Jett chuckles and pulls my hand. “Try and keep him under control, yeah?” he says to Erin as he begins to lead me away.
The last thing I hear her say is, “I think it’d be a lot more fun not to keep him under control.”
One of Jett’s security guys leads us through the crowd. It’s pretty much died down now after the initial excitement of the guys arriving, but the security guy and Jett shield me from the lingering groupies.
It seems to take us ages to reach our destination, which is a room upstairs. We’re ushered inside and as the door closes behind us, I realise we’re alone in the room. The noise of the club is blocked out and the lights have been dimmed, and I instantly love this room. I love the fact I have Jett all to myself now.
He pushes me against the door and his hands begin to roam over my body. “Thinking about you all day is most definitely not a productive use of my time, but it’s certainly the best way to spend my time when you’re not with me,” he rasps as he kisses my neck again, causing my core to clench.
I wrap my arms around him so that my hands can tangle in his hair. “If this is what thinking about me all day causes, please do it more often.”
He drags his mouth away from my neck for a moment. “You know, I’m glad your husband showed up last night.”
I have no idea where he’s going with this. “Why?”
“Because you opened up to me more about your life and told me stuff I’m not sure you would have shared with me yet if it hadn’t been for him. And it’s as if the wall you had up between us has been pulled down a little.”
After Lennon crashed the party last night, Jett took me home and we talked for hours about my life and marriage, and he’s right, I have knocked that wall down. I’ve decided to take a chance on him. Smiling at him, I agree, “Yeah, the wall is down.”
His eyes glaze over with desire and he presses his erection against me. “How ready for me are you?”
He has no idea that just looking at him or listening to him gets me more than ready. I move my arms down his back and then around to the button on his jeans. Keeping my eyes firmly on his, I undo his button. “Let’s just say we don’t need any foreplay tonight.”
If I thought I could see desire in his eyes before, I don’t know what you’d call what I see now. It’s a whole new level of need. A wild energy circles us and his movements are swift and determined. He turns me so I’m facing the door. Then his arm slides around my stomach and he pulls me back so he can position me closer to him. My hands go to the door to hold myself up as I bend slightly at the waist. His foot nudges my feet wider apart and then I hear the slide of his zip as he undoes the rest of his jeans.
My body is buzzing with anticipation; he’s moving pretty fast but he needs to speed it up more. I need him in me now.
When he lifts my dress and runs his hand over my ass, I shut my eyes as the pleasure shoots through me. A breathy moan falls from my lips and he hisses when he hears it.
“Fuck,” he mutters and his hand leaves me.
I turn my head to see what’s wrong. He’s got his wallet in his hand and a pissed look on his face. “What’s wrong?” I ask, desperat
e to have his hands back on me.
His gaze finds mine. “I don’t have a condom. Do you?”
Shit.
I left my bag with Erin.