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But I didn’t feel that way now.
Every inch of my body thrummed with the insatiable need to have Jay’s skin against mine. I could feel the firm planes of muscle beneath his shirt. I could feel other things too when he pinned me against the car, the thick ridge of his cock straining against the front of his pants. Fumbling at the delicate, flared fabric of my skirt, I gasped against Jay’s lips when he hooked his hand behind my knee, calloused knuckles brushing up my thigh. A gust of icy air swept right up my dress and made me shudder.
“Jay, it’s cold,” I whimpered.
Reluctantly, he pulled back, smoothing my skirt down again. There were dirty fingerprints along the gauzy white hem and I didn’t mind at all. I tucked my face into the curve of Jay’s neck and shoulder, nuzzled my nose against his hot skin. My mouth watered with the thought of dragging my tongue over his pulse…
“I really was trying to be on my best behavior tonight, I swear,” Jay replied. His voice had a delicious, gritty rasp that made my stomach clench to hear it. “I guess feeling you up in the middle of the parking lot and staining your dress means I missed the mark by a mile.”
I gazed up at him through my lashes, sliding my hands up to rest on his chest.
“You can make it up to me.”
“By fixing your tire like I said I would? I won’t leave you stranded here now that I’ve had a taste of you, sweetheart, don’t worry about that.”
I shook my head and when I spoke again, my voice was barely there at all.
“Take me home with you. Fuck me in every room. Make me come on your tongue and your fingers and your cock. Especially your cock.”
Jay blew out a breath of surprise and raised his eyebrows.
“That sounds like a tall order, Simmons.”
Feeling bold, I reached down and palmed at the outline of his cock. I could feel the heat of him radiating through his pants. He was rock hard and I couldn’t wait to have him buried inside me.
“Something tells me you can handle it just fine, Lawson,” I replied.
Jay breathed a soft laugh and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“I’m certainly not the type to deny a lady what she wants.”
After he finished with my tire, I followed Jay in my car back to his apartment. We navigated the snowy Colorado streets at a slow, steady crawl. It would have been easier to ride with him but I didn’t want the other firefighters asking questions when they saw my car was still at the station the next morning.
At that thought, I squeezed the steering wheel tighter, biting my lower lip. I’d never been in a workplace relationship before. And at a firehouse full of men where I was the only female employee on the payroll, I didn’t want to be viewed as an easy lay, just another notch in a firefighter’s bedpost.
I was so wrapped up in my spiral of worry, dragging me down, down, that I didn’t notice I’d parked. Jay stood outside my door and rapped two knuckles against my window.
“Everything all right?” he asked.
It wasn’t too late to turn back. I could simply head home…but there was no way I would forget that kiss. Or that brief moment of Jay’s bare hand slipping under my skirt and gliding over my skin.
Maybe I’d had just enough spiked eggnog to throw caution to the wind. Or I was drunk enough on the effect Jay had on my senses. Either way, I pushed my car door open and stepped into his waiting arms.
He hummed against my mouth when he kissed me, his hand gliding down my back and settling on the curve of my ass. Unwilling to break apart even for a moment, we stumbled into Jay’s apartment building, up the stairs, laughing and kissing and caressing, until the door was finally closed behind us.
I yanked his tie free but when I reached for the buttons of his shirt, Jay stopped me.
“Wait, baby, wait,” he mumbled between one kiss and the next. “I need…I need to wash my hands.”
I made a noise of disappointment, unwilling to let him go yet. There was a voice nagging in the back of my mind that told me I might regret this if I slowed down, if I really thought about what I was doing. And I wanted to stay ahead of those thoughts.
“Last I checked,” I said. “You don’t need your hands to make your mouth work.”
Jay blinked in surprise, a slow smile spreading across his face. Then his palms encircled my waist, pulling me toward the couch. When I took a seat, he knelt before me, spreading my knees wide. My lips felt kiss-swollen and my hair was definitely beginning to frizz after standing in the snow, but all of that was forgotten the moment Jay bunched the airy material of my skirt up around my waist. Hooking two fingers into my panties and pulling them aside, he pressed the flat of his tongue against my clit, hot and wet and so damn perfect that I melted into the couch.
“Oh my God, Jay, yes,” I said with a sigh.
He dragged his tongue up and down my slit, torturously slow. I rolled my hips against his face, the sandpaper rasp of his stubble against the softness of my thighs sending fresh sparks of white hot pleasure burning through me.
