She whimpered as I stroked her deep, mimicking exactly what I wanted to do with my cock.
“You’re not random.” Fuck, my voice sounded like it had been dragged across a skate sharpener. “You’re not a hookup. You have no reason to be jealous of those hallway puck bunnies, London.”
“I’m not jealous,” she muttered, then moaned.
I stilled my fingers.
“Jansen!” she complained.
“I’m jealous of everyone who gets to breathe the same air you do. It’s not a weakness to admit that you want someone.” I withdrew my hand inch by inch until my fingers hovered on the edge of her pussy.
“Fine,” she whispered, then sucked in a deep breath and tilted her face to mine. “I want you. I always want you. I look at you—or even just think about you, and I want you.” Her face was a gorgeous mix of need and frustration.
“Then we’re on equal footing, London, because that’s exactly how bad I want you.” I gripped her ass and lifted her against me, then kissed her with the full force of the hunger that had kept me on edge for months.
She opened for my tongue, and I swept inside, kissing her deep. Her nails dug into the back of my neck as she tilted her head and moaned, claiming my mouth the same way I’d done to hers. I heard the soft clunk of her shoes falling to the floor, but her skirt was too tight to wind her legs around my waist, but damn if she wasn’t trying.
I walked us forward and laid her out on the bed, keeping my weight off her as I sucked my way down her throat.
“Take it off,” she urged, arching as my fingers flicked the buttons of her blouse free. The sides fell away, revealing the white lace cupped swells of her breasts.
“Beautiful,” I muttered, already running my mouth along those lace cups. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, London.”
She twisted in my arms and got the rest of her blouse off, then threw it to the floor. “Show me.”
I paused, my gaze flying to meet hers. “Show you that you’re gorgeous?”
A smile flashed across her face, but she shook her head. “No. Show me that sex isn’t overrated. I want you. All of you.”
The breath left my lungs in a rush, but I locked down every muscle except my dick. He was throbbing, and there was nothing I could do about it. “We don’t have to have sex for me to show you just how good it can be for you.”
“Are you telling me no?” A playful spark lit in those beautiful blue eyes. It wasn’t like she couldn’t feel exactly how much I wanted her against her thigh.
“I’m telling you that I don’t want you to feel rushed or like you have some point to prove.” What we had was too important to fuck up.
“Huh.” She rolled to her side, then arched her hips, shimmying out of her skirt.
Legs. Holy, fucking legs. They were lean and toned and went on for days. I was still staring at them, awestruck, when she rose up on her knees and unfastened her bra, dropping it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. “Do I look rushed to you?” she asked, tilting her head.
“You look…incredible,” I managed to answer. Her breasts were high and firm, with rose-colored nipples that were already pearled into hard tips.
My mouth watered as I sat up.
She lifted her hands to her hair, pulling out a few long pins and dropping those, too. Her hair fell, long, dark, and luscious, to shield her breasts as she shook the tresses free.
“Do I sound like I have a point to prove?” She leaned forward, grabbed the fabric of my shirt, and lifted it over my head. Her indrawn breath made me feel like a fucking god as her gaze skimmed the lines of my torso. “Wow, Jansen…” Her fingertips traced the lines of my pecs.
“You sound like a woman who knows exactly what she wants.” I caught her hands against my chest, trapping them there. If she went any farther south, this would be over way before I wanted.
“Good. Now use that flawless body of yours and show me what I’ve been missing out on.” She brought her mouth to mine and traced the seam of my lips with her tongue.
I pounced, taking her beneath me as I kissed her breathless. My hands shaped the soft mounds of her breasts, my thumbs teasing her nipples as our kiss blazed out of control, taking on an urgency that made my heart pound.
“I’m going to make you come so hard so you won’t be able to say my name without getting wet,” I promised, moving from her mouth to her breasts.
“Promises,” she teased, then gasped as I sucked one peak into my mouth and worshipped it with my tongue and lips.