Page 119 of That Girl
My heart trembles. He’s never called me sweetheart before.
“Oh, yeah?” I slide the foot he’s not massaging between his legs until I feel his hard length pressing against the zipper of his trousers.
“Baby,” he groans.
JD and I have always been zero to sixty with everything we do. Tonight looks to be no different. Other than the short-lived hate-fuck Knox and I had almost a month ago, I haven’t had real, honest-to-goodness sex since the last time I was with JD in high school. That was five friggin’ years ago. I’m more than horny and ready to be tossed naked into a bed with JD’s head between my thighs.
“Make me come, Jackson.” Apparently horny me is a very assertive woman.
Before I can take my next breath, JD is leaning over me, popping the button of my jeans.
“Fingers or mouth?” he asks, pulling my pants and thong down to expose me to his gaze.
He licks his lips, and my nipples go rock hard. I’ve never been a fan of shaving oneself bare down there, but I do make sure to keep myself neatly groomed and trimmed. The way JD is staring at my exposed womanhood tells me he really, really likes what he sees.
“Hard and fast,” is all I say. I think I pant it, but hopefully he hears me.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies and dives in without preamble, inserting two fingers into my embarrassingly wet pussy while licking and sucking my clit with abandon.
It takes no time at all to have me coming all over him, my body shaking violently as I hold on to his thick upper arms like a life raft. I have to bite down on my top lip to stop the keening cries of exultation from escaping. I would be mortified and never be able to show my face again if Connor woke up right now and walked into the living room.
JD continues to slowly pump his fingers in and out until my last shudder subsides. He rises up and I grab his face to bring his lips to mine. I used to love tasting myself on him, and I want to see if it’s as good as my memories. Our kiss is wet and sloppy, and it ramps me up once again.
I breathe a sated sigh. “Thank you for that.” I was so wound up tonight, my body begging for release, and JD gave me exactly what I needed.
Laughing against my neck, he trails his tongue from my clavicle to the tip of my chin. “It was my pleasure, sunshine.”
He hasn’t stopped pumping his fingers inside me. His thumb joins the erotic movements and rubs gentle circles around my swollen nub.
“You keep doing that and I’m going to come again.”
“That’s the plan.”
“I want you inside me the next time I do.”
“I fucking love it when you get bossy. Just know I’m going to return the favor later.”
“JD, shut up and take me to bed already.” I bite, then suck on his neck, wanting to leave my mark on his skin.
He pinches my clit and I go off like a rocket, this climax more powerful than the first. He captures my cries with his mouth as thousands of sparks explode behind my closed eyelids.Holy fucking shit!
JD pulls my jeans back up but leaves them unbuttoned. “Now I’m going to take you to our bed,” he proclaims, lifting my boneless body up in his arms.
My head lolls to the side and rests on his shoulder, tiny remnants of my second orgasm twitching my useless muscles.
“Our bed?”
Sending me reeling once again with a hard open-mouthed kiss, he repeats, “Our bed. I’m never letting you go again, Aurora.”
Carrying me easily down the hall to the bedroom, JD quietly closes and locks the door, then lowers me down in the middle of the huge four-poster. It must be custom-made because it’s bigger than my California king. The softness of the goose-down encased duvet underneath me is like falling into a cloud made of cotton balls.
He stands up and his dark blue eyes roam over me. I mimic with my hands where his eyes rove, touching myself at every spot his gaze lands.
JD elicits a throaty groan as he watches me. “Fuck, sunshine, you are a stunning sight to behold.”
I watch him as he leisurely begins removing his clothes. So many long, lonely years of missing him have me eager to see how much his body has changed. From his size and bulk and how his clothes hug every inch of his chest, I already know that he’s packed on several pounds of pure muscle. He unbuttons the two top buttons on his dress shirt, and I can’t take it anymore. I go to my knees and push his hands out of the way.
“I believe this is my job, Mr. Hallstead.”
