Page 8 of Don't Lie to Me
“I know.” His worry line burrowed even deeper. “I just want to make sure you’re safe.”
He shut the door and a few seconds later was sitting next to me.
“My car is just around the corner.”
He looked at me like I had lost my mind. Oddly, I felt the exact same way. Here I was, on a date with one guy, letting another take me home and I didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty over it. What in the world was happening tonight?
“You’ve been drinking.” It was a statement filled with such conviction it left no room for arguing. “I’ll have someone get your car home for you tomorrow, but I want to make sure you get home safely.”
“There are cabs for that you know.” I wanted to lighten the mood. To ease his worry and the sudden seriousness that had struck as soon as he touched my leg.
Actually I wanted him to put his hand back on my leg, but wasn’t brave enough, or drunk enough, to ask.
Instead of lightening the mood I just received a scowl. Was he mad I drank so much? He shouldn’t be. I was with him the entire night except for the first drink I had with Dean. I wanted to point that out to him but his body was so stiff sitting next to me and his knuckles clenched so tightly around the steering wheel I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to bring up Dean.
I gave him directions to my place and ten minutes later, he was dropping me off in front of my apartment building.
I didn’t want to get out. I knew on Monday, we would both appear like nothing had happened, but something had. In the span of just a few minutes and just a few touches, I knew that Jack had ruined me for anyone else. I wanted him, job be damned.
I watched him get out of the car and come around to my door. When he opened it, he simply took my hand, not saying a word and interlocked our fingers on the way to my door. I opened the front door and he followed me upstairs. He didn’t look at me, or acknowledge my presence in anyway, just simply walked like a man on a mission.
I wanted to be that mission.
When we reached my door, he let my hand drop back to my side. I gazed up at him longingly. I had had just enough of a taste of Jack McMillan for the night to want more.
And I knew he felt it. His pupils were larger than they should be and his breathing just a touch faster for a man who ran five miles every day.
I cleared my throat. “Thank you for making sure I got home safely.”
His hand reached up and gently pushed a small piece of hair away behind my ear. “It was my pleasure, Emma.”
His eyes moved to mine and I realized that I had my keys out, but hadn’t moved at all to unlock my door. I was frozen. Completely enamored by the man in front of me. I didn’t know what to say and he seemed in no big hurry to let me go through those doors, ending whatever it was that was happening between us.
Without any warning at all, his hand moved from my hair and wrapped around my neck pulling me close to him. My eyes widened just slightly before Jack’s lips pressed down on mine. They were warm, soft and delicious. He kissed my top lip, and then teased my bottom, urgently seeking entrance. I opened my mouth and let his kiss deepen. My entire body melted into him and I grabbed the tie around his neck that I had fondled earlier and held on for dear life, pulling him closer.
My back hit the wall in my hallway, causing me to gasp into his mouth slightly. He didn’t relent. Instead, he pressed up against me, his thigh pushing in between my legs that seemed to spread on their own accord. If I was able to think clearly, I mostly likely would have realized I was rubbing myself up against him like a dog in heat, but in the moment, I couldn’t. My insides were throbbing as I wantonly moaned and tried to ease the ache between my thighs that being so close to him created.
With one hand on my neck, he pressed me up against the wall, and his other hand lifted my thigh so it wrapped around his waist. My blood felt like it was on fire, burning through me as I felt Jack’s erection press against my core.
His lips moved from my mouth to my neck, as he rocked his hips into me again. I tipped my head up and moaned, giving him easier access to the soft skin on my neck. It felt so good, his large hands holding me firmly against him, his warm breath all over me.
“You taste so good,” he whispered as he softly flicked his tongue across my skin. “And you’re so beautiful, Emma.”
My hands flew to his hair, holding him against me. This was really happening. All my fantasies about wanting Jack were coming true. I was too lost until in the feel of his hands and body pressed up against mine that I didn’t even register the words he was saying.
I barely registered the loud slam of a door closing shut from somewhere down the hall, but it registered with Jack. He immediately froze against my body and then moved away just a fraction, his breath heavy against my lips. I shivered involuntarily, still caught up in the passionate moment we had just shared.
Jack didn’t look me in the eyes, but focused his gaze on the floor underneath our feet, his jaw tightened in what was clearly frustration even as he struggled to slow his breathing. Something really good or something really bad had just happened. It took me all of three seconds to realize it was the latter.
My heart felt like it was on a runaway train, beating so fast it was almost completely out of control. I placed a hand over my heart as if that would settle the madness inside of me.
Jack took another step back as one of my neighbors walked past us in the hall, giving us both a smirk that told us he knew exactly what we were doing in the middle of the night, with me still pressed up against a wall.
It seemed to only frustrate Jack further. When he turned his piercing brown eyes on me, I wanted to wrench over in pain because I knew exactly what he was going to say. One of his hands fisted the back of his neck tightly before he shoved both of his hands forcefully into his pockets.
He took two more small steps away from me. The space between us suddenly felt as wide as the Grand Canyon even though he was only two feet away. I couldn’t bring my eyes to him so instead I kept them fixed on the tie I had just grabbed so forcefully. It was wrinkled in the middle where my fist had held on to it, only minutes before.
“That shouldn’t have happened.” Regret filled his rough voice and it only increased the distance I felt growing between us by the second. “I don’t know what got into me.”
