All of You (7 page)

He made an effort not to raise his brows, but one might have gotten away from him because she sighed.

“Fine, since you’re never going to let this go, yes, I liked what happened between us. But all I want in a man at this point in my life is one who can be good in bed and good enough to leave when we’re done without taking it personally.”

Well, it wasn’t the open-armed acceptance he’d been hoping for, but as Dory said, if Jessica didn’t set it on fire…

“I can do that.”

She rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t an invitation, Kyle.”

“Wasn’t it?”

She was cute when she stumbled through an attempt to speak. Her cheeks colored a soft rosy shade and she puckered her mouth over and over again, trying to find a word.

It was impossible to ignore.

He leaned over, letting go of the rails, and pressed his mouth to hers. He felt her gasp and was careful to keep the kiss gentle. Caressing. He could easily push too hard, move too fast, because of how hungry he was. He let himself breathe in her honeysuckle scent, savored the softness of her lips and felt pure relief that she wasn’t pushing him away. He smoothed his hand over her jaw, gliding his thumb over the silk of her cheek, tipping her chin closer. Her lashes fluttered closed, but she didn’t return the kiss. No matter how much it pleasure there was in just touching her, it wasn’t enough.

He needed more than acquiescence.

He needed her to want him back.

“Say yes, Jess.”

Her heavy-lidded gaze met his.

He licked her bottom lip, almost a nip. “You know you want to.”

The dreamy haze in her eyes cleared in an instant. Too fast, damn it. He knew it. Too eager. He braced himself for her retreat.

Instead she slid her arm over his shoulder and pulled him down for her kiss.

This is suuuuuuch a bad idea.

But it felt like a good idea. A delicious idea. Jessica closed her eyes and decided to let reason talk to her later. Right now, her body was fully in control and it was getting happier by the second.

Happy to be touched.

Happy to be with him.

They sank into the kiss, her body humming to life beneath him. Their hands wandered, caressing, kneading, pulling at inconvenient clothes. But there wasn’t much give, not tucked against the corner of the elevator floor. She pushed at his shoulders, taking a much-needed gasp of air when he jerked upward, his sensual mouth poised to apologize. She took another kiss, hard and fast, just to keep him from speaking, then shoved him off her. She didn’t want him to talk. Didn’t want him to say anything that might remind her why she shouldn’t be doing this. She wanted blind sensation and the amazing part was, she was actually going to take it.

Kyle came down on his bottom, back to the wall, this close to frowning in confusion. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re mean?”

“You’re the only one. Now, quiet.” She grinned as she shrugged out of her jacket, tossing it behind herself so hard the fabric slapped the metal doors. His blue eyes had lost that glassy, panicked look from earlier. Now they were heated, concentrating only on her. She didn’t let him look away, even as she pulled up her skirt to slide onto his lap.

She watched with satisfaction as one corner of his mouth curved slowly upward. His palms curled around her thighs, warm and invigorating. She shivered, remembering what those hands could do.

But she wasn’t ready to let him have his way. All the fantasies she’d had over the last few days were finally going to be satisfied. Especially the one about giving him a taste of his own medicine. She pulled his hands off her, lifting them back to the rail. “You’re going to want to hold on to this.”

“What? Why?”

Rather than answer, Jessica kissed him again, rubbing her breasts across his chest, wanting to purr like a cat at the friction. She slid down, biting her lip as electric sensation tingled her hardened nipples through the thin white blouse and bra. Was it Kyle or her over-sensitized body’s needs that made her feel like a hungry inferno?

Dragging her fingers over his light blue shirt, she found his belt clasp and made short work of removing the metal tongue from the hole in the leather. She continued to the button, unhooking the slide clasp. She made sure to be careful, slow, as she pulled the tab of his zipper over the insistent flesh of his erection. Disappointed to find his black briefs, she satisfied her want by palming him through the sleek fabric. He leapt against her hand and she considered stroking him to begging right then, but that wouldn’t be as satisfying as playing his body as he’d once played hers.

Still, she allowed herself to keep stroking a few moments more before she reached into his shorts for the smooth, hard flesh her body had been craving for days. His hips lifted as she grasped him, his breath pushing out through suddenly tight lips. In her palm, his erection was smooth, thick and urgent. Hers.

Backing up, she lowered her face, running her cheek over the silken head until she grazed it with her lower lip. Carefully, she nuzzled against it, her breath growing fast. Did Kyle know he was sexually addictive? That he could leave a woman wanting more, all the time? Until she was insane enough to go down on a man in an elevator that could open at any time, in a building that didn’t even acknowledge sex? He probably did, but just because she’d given in didn’t mean she was about to lose control.

She parted her lips over him and slowly slid him into her mouth. Kyle watched her, not even breathing, as she pressed her tongue against him and pulled him just as slowly back out. His hands grappled with the rail and she felt her wicked smile return. Then she went back to her plan to drive him crazy.

Using her lips and her tongue, she took him deep, surging over him and sucking him all the way down her throat before sliding up again right to the crest of his erection. Up…and down, over and over again, and when he’d lift his hips against her, she’d soften and touch him only enough to tease, flickering her tongue under the rim of the head.

The sounds of his groans and her own wet slurps heightened her arousal until her own sex felt as slick as the cock shuttling between her lips. Faster and faster she moved on him, the motion rocking her whole body. Her thighs pressed together and every shift of her raised hips had them adding pressure against her clit. Not enough to give her what she needed, just enough to make her demand more. Demand it from him with every driving thrust over his flesh.

This was what she’d wanted, what she’d craved and needed. Her blood rushed through her, hot and wild, urging her on. She curled her fingers around his width, pumping her fist in time with her mouth, so that her lips met her fingers on each downward thrust. He moved his hips upward, not so much fucking her mouth as desperate for the orgasm she would only let draw so close.

“More,” he groaned, lifting his weight with his hands, pushing his hips closer to her face. She pulled equally far back. “Take all of me, Jess, I know you can.”

She shook her head, smiling evilly when his eyes rolled back at the sensation. She would…when she was ready. Instead she slowed her pace, running her tongue over the head and sucking it like a ring pop instead of a sensitive part of his body. He all but growled, but, she noted before she drew him back in, he didn’t stop her from lovingly running her tongue up the underside, from base to tip.

Eventually, his fingers sank into her hair. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you to be good to your toys?”

“I thought I was being good to you.” She barely recognized her own voice. As if she’d swallowed warm honey. She liked it. Loved it, this whole moment and the heady, lusty delirium of it. For another long minute or two, she prolonged the torture, just so he knew she was in control, then gave him what he wanted, taking him in slowly, carefully, and swallowing around him. After all, it was what she wanted too.

Too soon, he pushed at her shoulders. “I’m gonna come, Jess.”

She rumbled her approval of that, but he shook his head and pushed her shoulders away again. She followed this time without thinking, letting him guide her until she was back to sitting on his lap, positioned there by his firm hold on her hips. His hands let go, slipping to her spread thighs, but his smoldering gaze never broke from hers. The heat of his touch moved over her skin, caressing firmly upward and taking her skirt with it. She looked down, blinking away the intensity of his stare as those hands caressed inward, his fingertips slipping deftly beneath the gray fabric to find the panties beneath. Shuddering, she let her head fall back as he moved the silk aside to touch her moist folds. Soon she felt his mouth on her neck and she moaned.

“I want inside you, Jess.”

“Yes,” she whispered, sliding her own hands into his hair. She wanted his mouth everywhere. Over her neck, on her breasts, her belly…and right where his fingers were gently stroking, sinking into her.

“I want you.”

Something in his tone had her lashes fluttering upward, but his fingers found that sensitive spot inside her just as his thumb caressed her clit. She clenched around him, panting. Her body coiled tight, her nipples stinging from the fabric of her bra. She pressed against his mouth, a strange sound escaping her throat. It almost sounded desperate. Or maybe relieved.

His free hand was climbing up the ripples in her skirt to the pearly buttons of her blouse, plucking from the bottom to the top. Cool air spread across her skin as each button came undone. When it gaped open, he pulled back, just to look at her. For that instant, she couldn’t look away. The moment hung suspended. There was an expression on his face, as if he were looking at the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Part of her, the largest part of her, immediately pulled away. It urged her to yank her shirt closed, get off him and back as far away from Kyle Lonnigan as she possibly could. Claw the walls to get away if she had to. But something else, something small and strangely compelling, made her stay. Made her keep absolutely still and bask in that stare she didn’t want to interpret.

Finally, he lifted his hand and touched her, gliding his fingertips over the line of her bra. Back and forth he caressed, teasing her nerve endings until they were almost burning. Just when she was about to grab him and force him to sate the need, he leaned forward, pulled the satiny bra away and took her nipple into his mouth.

At the first draw, he began stroking her again, making her gasp and quake. Inside, she felt herself tightening, getting closer and closer to bursting. So close, just a little…

“Not without me, Jess,” he ground out, pulling his hand away. She would have whimpered, but he yanked her hips forward and sank deep inside her, fitting to her as if he were made to fill her completely. She did whimper then, throwing her head back and letting him move her with his hands, lift her with his hips.

He brought her down while pushing up into her. Not the slow, sensuous strokes he’d used in her bed but fast, bucking pumps that bobbed her along his length. Every ridge and ripple of his cock brushed her nerve endings with ruthless intent. Her legs tightened around him and, soon enough, she picked up the rhythm he wanted.

She rode with abandon, letting her body take what he was giving, grinding her clit into him until the small pearl of flesh felt as if it were on fire, ready to send her into ecstasy. Crossing her arms behind his head, she curled him to her breasts and let herself drown in him. The smell of sex and the taste of passion, the sounds of her own small pants of pleasure and his rumbled moans of encouragement all flooded her senses. And when his hot, open-mouth kiss drew on her nipple, the thread of control snapped inside and all she knew was sensation.

Clutching each other, their bodies pounded wildly together with only one desperate goal. Oblivion. One of his hands slipped between them, found the nub of her clit and with the strangely gentle squeeze sent her over the edge, his name nearly a scream on her lips. He had the presence of mind to cover her mouth with his other free hand, but it didn’t do much to stifle her because her orgasm seemed to set off his own and he pounded harder than before as he jetted hot splashes into her.

Minutes later, when sanity was finally audible beneath her still-rushing blood, her eyes opened. He was still warm, still within her, and the regrets were already piling up.

What the hell had she just done? Other than come screaming in her office’s most-used elevator? Oh God, this was a mistake. A wet, bone-melting mistake. He was going to read more into it than there was, she just knew it. He wanted something more than she wanted to give and, when she wasn’t what he expected, he’d hate her and leave her behind because she wasn’t the kind who belonged—

Blinking, she forced her mind to stop. She wouldn’t let the harried thoughts or old fears control her anymore. Nothing controlled her if she didn’t let it.

Besides, what was Kyle going to do? Club her over the head to make her have feelings for him? His best weapon was charm. She could withstand charm. Fighting the urge to tighten her hold on him, she decided being batter-dipped in charm might be worth it. For a little while. And what would he have to complain about? He wanted her. She wanted him. You couldn’t find a better win/win situation. As long as she was clear with him, no one would get hurt. Nothing bad would happen.

Something in her chest continued to balk.

Ruthlessly, Jessica ignored it. She was not going to throw away a good lover just because of a few seconds of panic. She had nothing to feel guilty about. Nothing to take any blame for or worry about. Sex was not a promise or a commitment or even binding. It was release. And sex with Kyle was an incredible release. Why not accept what he offered and enjoy it?

She let him go, gathering her shirt around herself as she slipped out of his hold to sit next to him on the carpet in silence. Twice, she tried to come up with the right thing to broach her decision. It was one thing to think it. Another thing to say it with any panache. Especially when one was barely dressed and still throbbing. But she’d never gotten anywhere being shy. Shifting and tugging, she got her underwear and her skirt back in place and just forced the words out. “If we get out of this elevator, I want you to meet me tonight at seven. At my apartment.”