Page 63 of Love Under the Microscope
He stares at my lips. “The interview?”
“What else would I mean?” I toss his words back at him.
“Okay.” He scrutinizes me with a narrowed gaze. “First question. What way do you most like to be fucked?”
My mouth drops open, and the air between us crackles. I wasn’t expecting that question. My tongue flicks out to lick my suddenly dry lips, and I’m sure he can hear my heart thudding.
“Well?” he asks.
“Any way you’d like.”
He stands, taking me with him and urging me to wrap my legs around his waist, which I do. The feeling is divine, and he’s rock-hard now.
His hand goes up the back of my shirt. “Bedroom?”
“Hallway, second door on the right.”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, his lips are on mine, touching and tasting. Had I known what his interviewing techniques involved, I would have agreed sooner.
CHAPTER 15
ZELDA
As Jack places me onto my mattress, I get the feeling the sex will be hot and hard and loud. I can’t wait.
His gaze washes over me. “I’ve wanted to be inside you so badly.”
“Please.” I grab the hem of his T-shirt and try to pull it up his body, eager to see him naked. “I can’t reach.”
Jack takes over. The shirt goes over his head in one swift motion, and he tosses it to the side. He climbs onto the bed and stays on his knees, looking down at me.
I study his upper body, and I’m not disappointed.
His chest is bare of hair, and there’s a smattering of freckles on his shoulders. His broad chest tapers to a narrow waist, and he actually has nice abs, slightly ridged, and biceps that bulge nicely as he lifts his arm to brush away hair that’s fallen over his face.
The bulge beneath his jeans is bigger now, and a fine line of dark auburn hair disappears into the band of his underwear.
“Your turn.” His eyes devour me. “I need to see you.”
I sit up and pull off my sweatshirt. Underneath is a sexy red bra with cute black satin interlaced along the front that pushes up my boobs and gives them a great deal of va-va-voom, as my late grandma used to say. After I introduced her to Nate, she told me, “Zelda, my love, you should make sure your titties have va-va-voom. He’ll like that.” She was right, and it is a rule I stick to whenever possible.
“Fuck.” Jack rubs his hand back and forth across his mouth. “You’re beautiful.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself.” My gaze drops to his crotch again, and I feel sorry for his dick in the confines of his underwear, pushing against the zipper of his jeans. “You need to get those off too.”
“So needy.” He pops the button on his jeans. “You too. I need to see if your panties are as cute as that bra.”
“Cute?” I frown, hoping it doesn’t turn into a pout. This is definitely not the time for that. “The bra is supposed to be sexy.”
He releases a deep, throaty growl. “Oh, it’s sexy, all right. Cute and sexy, just like you.”
The way his eyes consume me makes the tiny bud of nerves between my legs throb to the same beat as my heart. My panties get wetter. If I don’t get him inside me soon, I’m going to die. “Can we speed things up, please?”
“No patience right now?”
“None.”
With a grin, he unzips his jeans, never looking away from me. “Get naked for me, beautiful.”
