Page 53 of Tempt Me
“Why do you have to be such a flipping jerk?” I asked before I leaned in and kissed her, hard.
She froze like she’d done in the car on Tuesday night. But then her lips softened. I pressed into her, licking her plush lower lip.
She opened for me, and I swept in, seeking, searching, hungry.
She pulled away, leaving me gasping.
“Take it easy, baby girl. I got you.”
She leaned toward me and slanted her lips over mine, teasing, advancing, retreating. Each time I chased her, she pulled back. Then she started again softly, slowly giving me more. Finally, I learned that if I relaxed, she’d give me all I wanted. All I needed.
Her chest pressed into mine. I ached to feel her skin against me.
I trailed my hand from her neck over her shoulder to her breast. I rubbed my palm over the small swell and felt her pebbled nipple through her thin tank top. God, she wasn’t wearing a bra. If I’d known that, I wouldn’t have had a coherent thought all night.
Was I imagining it, or did she press into my palm, as turned on as I was? She hadn’t touched me anywhere my clothes normally covered, but every part of me was lit up like the Christmas tree at Union Square. I rubbed my thighs together, working the seam of my jeans against my swollen clit. My breaths came faster.
She still had her hand in my hair, and she tugged at the roots. A trail of sparks shot from my scalp down my spine, coiling in my belly. Would I come from this? I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to come until she touched my skin.
I tore my lips from hers and kissed across her cheek to her ear, where her floral perfume collided with the coconut of her hair product, and I was in a tropical garden with my heart’s desire. “Jamila, I want you,” I whispered.
She groaned into my ear. “No, baby girl. Not tonight.”
“What?” I licked her earlobe. “You sure?”
“We’re taking this slow. Don’t you want to save some benefits for later?” Her fingers trailed across the back of my neck, sending tingles down my spine.
“No.” The word came out sulky.
“Well, I do.” She pulled away, and her hand left my skin.
“Why?” I whined.
“Don’t want to blow it all at once. I want to keep you coming back for more.”
“Sounds like you’re a big tease.” I stuck out my lower lip.
She leaned in and centered a light kiss on it. “We can end it right now.”
“No!”
“You seem like someone who’s not used to hearing the word no.”
She was right. It was one of the many privileges of being a Jones. “Not often, I guess.”
“You’ll hear it a lot from me. We’ll do things my way. Today, my way is that you go home. In fact, I’m calling you a rideshare right now.” She grabbed her phone from the end table and tapped it.
“When will I see you again?”
“Monday at work.” When she looked up from the screen, her expression was innocent, but her eyes held a wicked sparkle.
“But you won’t kiss me at work.”
“That’s for damn sure. I’ll take you out for drinks after, though.”
“You will?” Hope flared in my heart.
“Promise.” She leaned in for one more soft kiss, sealing the agreement. “Now, let’s go. Your rideshare will be here in five minutes.” She stood and hauled me up from the floor.
