Page 71 of Heat Advisory

From the corner of my eye, I saw Jay walk to my doorway and lean against the frame, arms crossed with a wickedly erotic smile on his face.

God, that smile should be illegal.

As I took in his whole look, I felt that familiar flutter of excitement buzz through me.

It took me a moment to realize he had changed clothes—or rather, taken some off. He had been wearing a dress shirt when he showed up. If memory served me correctly, he had been wearing black pants and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a red tie to match my dress. Now, though, he was shirtless and only in his pants.

“What happened to your shirt?” I asked, finding it hard to focus on anything but his bare chest.

“I came in to ask if you had a steamer or iron I could borrow, but I think I’d rather help you get dressed first.”

“My iron is in the hall closet,” I told him, trying to focus on my task, but he looked so handsome that it was hard to concentrate.

“Stop being so attractive—it’s rude,” I told him.

“You make it really hard to behave when you look this good,” he said, carnal need filling his eyes.

I couldn’t help but get turned on. I didn’t know if I should climb him like a tree or take one of his branches and slap him with it.

“You’re distracting me,” I told him, turning back to the mirror to finish putting my hair clip in.

“But in a good way, right?” He walked up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and brought his mouth down on my neck as he placed featherlight kisses the whole way down to my collarbone.

He worked to untie my robe and the sides parted.

He growled into my shoulder as he moved his hands up and down my sides, exploring my skin as though it were the first time he’d ever seen it. “God, you make me feral sometimes, Cora.”

“Jay, I need to finish getting ready,” I protested, but even I could hear how weak it sounded.

He continued to kiss along my neck, moving up to my ear before speaking in his low, smooth voice. “I can think of something better to do.”

“Like what?” I asked, my voice hitching as he kissed the spot behind my ear.

“You,” he growled as he moved to slide my robe over my shoulders.

He turned me and we started walking backwards toward my bed. I knew we shouldn’t be doing this—we didn’t have time—but I couldn’t seem to stop my body. He worked to free my breasts from my shelf bra as the back of my thighs hit my bed.

He swiped his thumb over my nipple, causing it to harden like a rock, and I mewled. I literally mewled, like my cat. I didn’t even know I could make that noise. “Jay…”

“You have no idea how many times I imagined you saying my name like that.” His voice echoed in my brain as he latched onto my nipple with his mouth and pulled hard, rendering all of my brain synapses useless.

My orgasm went from zero to sixty in an instant. It was building quickly, but I knew I needed more.

I fell back onto the bed, and he came with me as he feasted on my breasts as if they were a starving man’s meal.

He grabbed my thighs with his warm hands and spread them open wider as he ran his hands up to my core. He brushed across my bundle of nerves and I felt my arousal coat my inner thighs.

“Jay,” I moaned even louder as I squirmed underneath him. “I need you.”

He leaned back and started to unbuckle his belt and pants. “We’re on a time crunch, but I promise to take my time later.”

I honestly didn’t care about later. I cared only about right now, and I needed him.

The minute it was free, I leaned up, grabbed his rock-hard cock, and guided it toward my core.

I ran my fingers up and down a few times, stroking him, before lining him up and moving the tip in circles around my soaked entrance.

“Cora, I need to get—” he said, but I’d had enough.