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“So, do we have a deal?”
Darkness hangs over his eyes as his gaze finds my mouth, eating it up. I release a shuddering breath, equally drawn to the sight of his full, pouty lips.
“Yes.”
* * *
When we reach Jett’s gorgeous penthouse apartment, he lets me inside with a flourish, opening the door wide, and I walk inside. The interior is immaculate, with clean, modern lines that embrace minimalism.
I’m not two steps past the front door when Jett pushes me against the tall island of his kitchen and spins me around to face him.
“Once I start…” A shudder rips through him. “I won’t be able to stop. Do you want this, little dove?”
I stare up at him, waves of sensual heat rolling off him. He’s asking if I want this? When I’m his for the taking? When I’ve agreed to be collateral?
The answer is instant. Unequivocal.
Breathless.
“Show me.”
His lips crash into mine like he’s been starved for days. My eyes go wide, a muffled yelp squeaking out of me.
He keeps me pressed to the counter’s edge, caged by his muscular arms. The velvet of his mouth is better than wine, and as he slips his tongue between my lips, I moan, welcoming him in. I nervously return the kiss, testing the waters with my tongue and pulling his bottom lip between mine. Heat sends my head spinning as Jett’s hands reach up to my shoulders, rubbing circles, his thumbs just touching the tops of my breasts.
Bliss. A truck could come barreling into the room right now, and I’d still be locked onto Jett. My hands go to his hips, the coiled power there igniting more sparks in my skin. Suddenly, I’m undoing his belt, fumbling with the loops as I help him to shuck off his pants.
Jett’s hand slides up my neck as he presses me against him, scooping the other under my thigh. He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his hips. I can feel the thick shaft barely held back by the fabric of his underwear. When my core hits him, Jett squeezes my hair tightly. The rough tug is unexpected, but I quickly melt into it.
Breaking the kiss, Jett trails kisses down my chest and pushes the strap of my dress down over my shoulder. Light nibbles trace my skin as he moves his mouth down to my nipple. Holy God, what am I doing? But I couldn’t stop if I wanted to, and the terrible truth is that I wanted this the moment we locked eyes.
Jett carries me down a long hallway, kicking open the door at the far end. I can barely focus on the where, assuming it’s his room, as he lays me across a large bed, pulling my nipple into his mouth and biting on the hard bud.
“Jett,” his name comes out with a breathy moan.
I arch under him as Jett’s hands roam my body. It’s all so fast, but the fire roaring under my skin is begging for him to continue, to fulfill the dark desire haunting my blood. Jett pulls back, blowing across my nipple. The cool air sends tingles skittering across my sensitive flesh. My dress is pushed up around my hips, and he gazes hungrily at the juncture of my legs. My cheeks burn, and I can feel wetness pool within me.
“Touch yourself,” he murmurs.
I blink, and my mouth falls open.
“Don’t tell me you’re that pure,” Jett purrs.
But the truth is I am. He has no idea how overwhelming and intoxicating this all is. I’ve never experienced any of it, and I’ve notentertainedmyself like that much at all, too embarrassed even alone. But right now, the way Jett’s eyes rake over me makes me only want more, more of this, more of him, and more of the pleasure I know is waiting.
I lower my hands to my panties, sliding them down and flinging them to the floor. Worry creeps into my mind as Jett just stares down at me.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I sigh, my muscles clenching as Jett directs my hand down. Slipping a finger inside as directed, I moan; the wetness awaiting me is warm and slick. Jett lowers his lips to my breasts, licking and sucking and teasing. He worships the beads at the tip, and my nerves sing as I swirl my finger in time with his tongue circles.
Breath rushes in and out of me as I stroke harder and faster, pulling out to rub the tight bundle of nerves at my entrance. Energy thrums inside me, a feeling I’ve not seen to completion. It overwhelms my senses, and I moan frantically as I approach the edge. I’m terrible for loving this like I do, but right now, I couldn’t care less.
I’m moments from tipping over the edge when Jett steals my hand from my efforts. Stunned, I pop up on my elbows, panting. I’m about to speak when Jett takes my fingers in his mouth, licking them clean and growling low.
“Fuck. Your cunt tastes delicious, princess.”
If it’s possible to blush harder, I do. His dirty words ignite something within me I’ve been too afraid to face. I love it, the depraved way he wants me sending me right back to the edge of release. Jett moves between my legs, a devious smirk lighting up his face.
