What If

Chapter 5

Jessie

What is happening here?

First, I’m punching some guy for groping me.

Now, I’m letting Torin grind what has to be a cock proportionate to his monster size against my hip as he holds my hands over my head and presses me against a wall.

It’s been quite a night.

As he kisses me again my resistance drains away. I’m floating on some fluffy cloud and the edges of everything around me seem fuzzy.

When he withdraws, his lips brush mine, and it’s as though a low current of electricity flows between us.

“Tell me this doesn’t feel right.” His husky voice connects directly to all my lady bits and I squeeze my thighs together, willing the growing tension there to stop before I start moaning and make an idiot of myself.

“It feels confusing,” I answer honestly.

“If confusing is another word for perfect, then we are on the same page. But you can tell me to stop, baby. Do you want me to stop?”

The incredible scent of the thousands of blooms in the room mix with his man-scent, and I’m intoxicated by the swirl of sensations that are flooding my nervous system.

I shake my head, and his mouth is on mine.

There’s no holding back on those moans anymore. One falls from my lips into the kiss. When he hears it, Torin releases one hand, bringing his down and slipping it under my hair to the back of my neck in an act of such possession I nearly lose my footing.

My mind tells me to stop, but my body has already given in, and my heart is leading the charge forward.

I’ve been on a lot of dates and never, ever have I kissed someone this quickly. And Torin and I aren’t even on a date.

In fact, he saved me from my date. So, we are actually on an anti-date if that’s a thing.

His fingers cover the back of my neck entirely, and his thumb caresses the front of my throat, applying a hint of pressure there which sends a rush of moisture into the cotton fabric between my legs.

As though he senses what’s happening down below, I’m suddenly pulled upward. His hands move under my arms and he pulls me up onto the front of him like a doll, my back still pressed against the brick wall.

I wrap my legs instinctively behind his back as he pushes against me and his hands drop, fingers sinking into my rear end, hitching me up a bit higher and at the same time widening my legs. My skirt opens and I feel his hands on the fabric of my panties.

When he starts to press and pulse his midsection into me, I think I’m going to come undone.

He pulls away, looking at me with a wildness in his eyes that half scares me and half pushes me toward an orgasm.

“Unbutton my shirt, Jessie.” There is not a hint of doubt in his words that suggest he thinks I will do anything but comply. And the calm confidence that rolls off him has my fingers immediately on the first button, working it undone.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m breaking my number one rule never to sleep with anyone on the first date.

This isn’t a date.

And, wait a second, am I going to sleep with him? Is that what is happening here?

Hearing him say he’s never had anyone in here before helped release something that felt locked inside me. I believe him, even if that is silly and stupid at face value, my gut is telling me he’s being truthful.

I finish with the last button and look down to see the broad expanse of his chest, decorated with just the perfect amount of hair matching what tops his head and accents his jaw.

There’s a rumble that rises from his chest. “Take your hands and put them on me,” he orders and once again I’m shocked at how quickly I do as he says.

Both my hands are flat against his pectoral muscles, and I feel the thump, thump, thump of his heart underneath them.

“You feel that? My heart hasn’t done that ever. Never have I felt like it was about to hammer its way through my ribs and explode out of my chest. Get my shirt off me, baby.”

I help him out of his shirt and feel sparks fly all over my skin. He presses himself forward, holding me solid against the wall with his body as he shakes the remainder of the shirt from his hands.

His gorgeous chest feels solid and safe when I instinctively replace my hands there, and I wonder if I have the strength to stop this runaway train before it derails.

Even in the heat of the room, I’m shivering as Torin returns his hands beneath my ass cheeks and starts to rub me up and down his body.