“You won’t?”
“Not on your mouth.” I trail down the side of her neck, slow and deliberate. She shivers beneath me. “If you’ll let me.”
Her fingers tighten, bunching the cheap fabric of my costume. “Jack?—”
“Tell me to stop.” I pull back enough to look at her, making sure she understands. “Any time. You say it, and I stop. That’s the deal.”
Her hands slide up my chest to the back of my neck, untilshe draws me down so our foreheads touch. “I don’t want you to.”
“Fuck. I was hoping—” I cup her perfect ass in my hands and lift her onto the edge of the lower kitchen counter. I slide my palms up her thighs, pushing aside her skirt. Her fingernails rake against my skull. My cock presses against my jeans. Fuck.
“Tell me yes, Izzy.” Need frays any illusion of control I have. “Tell me I can taste you.”
Her lips part on the most delicious little gasp. For one terrifying second, I think she’ll push me away, but then she whispers, “You’re begging, Murphy.”
I knead her thigh with my fingers, dropping my lips to the base of her throat for one more taste. “You’re the only one I’ll drop to my knees for. That’s a fucking promise.”
“You say that to all the girls.”
I can tell she’s trying to joke, but I don’t want to think about anyone else right now.
“You don’t really want me. I’m convenient, and you just want to get off.”
My eyes snap to hers. Later, when we’re both thinking more clearly, we’re going to talk about that. “You’ve been driving me fucking crazy since you opened that door tonight. I’ll beg, but don’t lie to me. I’m going to ask one more?—”
“Yes, please.”
Thank fuck. I trail my fingers against the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh until they meet the wet lace of her panties.
“You’re making a mess on the counter already, Izzy. So wet.”
She shifts her hips, pressing herself against my hand. “Stop talking. Fuck me already, Jack.”
“Greedy girl.” I drag my lips against the lace, grinning as she bucks against my mouth with another gasp. “How long has it been since someone made you come?” I ask, pulling away.
“Too long.”
“I’ll make sure you remember.”
I part her legs farther and set my mouth against her lace panties, tasting her against my tongue. She shudders, guiding me closer.
“Don’t be a fucking tease, Murphy. You have a reputation to live up to.”
I don’t want to talk about anyone else, including their ideas of me. I sure as hell don’t want to piss her off either. I wasn’t kidding when I said she’d driven me nuts from the second she opened her door tonight.
I want her, here, and I want it to be my name on her lips when she’s shaking and coming all over my fingers.
I hook her lace panties aside, finally brushing my fingers across her bare pussy.
“We can’t kiss, but what about here?” I slip the pad of my thumb against her clit and draw a slow circle. “Can I kiss you here?”
She bites her bottom lip, fingers digging into my scalp. “Fuck… oh god. Okay, yes.”
I hum against her skin, sliding one hand up to the swell of her stomach. I love the way she quivers, how her breath catches in little staccato bursts.
“You taste too good,” I growl, the words low in my throat. “So fucking perfect.”
Izzy’s head falls back against the counter, hair spilling around like a black inky halo. She’s soft, hot, needy, and I’m lost in it, everything gone but her.
