Page 17 of Pucking Rebound
My body is crazy if it thinks anything can happen between us.
But it wants it.
Craves it almost.
Turning my head in his direction, our noses almost touch. His hot breath dusts my skin as if begging me to take what I want, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to lean in and kiss his lips.
His hooded eyes drop to my mouth and back up again. “Would you like to go for a ride?”
Is he referring to him or the car?
“Yes,” I reply.
The idea of him doing illicit things to me inside his sports car appears like a mental movie playing out in my mind; me straddling him as he fucks himself into me in the compact space seems like one of the best ideas I’ve had in a while.
Jordy stops my dirty thoughts. “One day I will take you out on my bike too. I know you’ll enjoy it. Some women can orgasm from sitting on a motorcycle.”
Lost for words, I stay quiet.
His next question comes deep from within his chest. It’s low and dangerous as if he’s growling. “Do you like the sound of that, Lola?”
I don’t answer. Can’t.
“The way your pupils dilated tells me you do.” His lips pull up to the side and I know he’s enjoying making me squirm. He moves his mouth to the shell of my ear. “Tell me, Lola, when was the last time a real man made you come?”
I draw in a startled breath. A pulsating throb between my thighs burns deep in my core. “A while,” I reply.
His lips brush against my earlobe, then move to my neck, and I can’t stop the involuntary action of tilting it to the side to give him better access.
“A while?” he asks for clarification.
“Months.”
“Months?”
“Ten.”Why the hell am I telling him?
“Your beautiful body deserves to be worshiped, baby.”
When his tongue licks the length of my neck, it’s so unexpected, causing a rush of arousal to soak my panties.
“I bet your pussy tastes delicious, Lola.” The heat of his large body disappears, leaving me breathless. “It’s a shame I’ll never get to try it.” His words are like a bucket of ice over the desire that was rising through my body. “This way,” he snaps, instructing me to move, almost sounding angry.
I recoil trying to figure out what I did then realize he’s not angry, he’s disappointed. I know this because I feel the same way, which I shouldn’t feel, but do.
“Hey, I’m annoyed that nothing can happen between us too.” My voice is low and flat.
“Are you?” He swipes his hand through the air. “In fact, don’t answer that. I’m sorry, Lola, I shouldn’t have said those things or touched you.” For the first time all night, he avoids eye contact with me.
Gingerly, I follow him to what I assume is his private elevator. “It’s okay.”
“Is your heart is doing funny shit like mine?” staring ahead, Jordy asks as the doors slide open.
“Yeah.”
“Good to know.”
Stepping into the elevator, I shake my head, trying to get a grip of my senses. I shouldn’t be staying here tonight.
