Page 57 of Double Exposure

Chapter Sixteen

Jade Choi

He looks into my eyes. “You sure?”

“Yes. Is that okay?”

I honestly don’t know what’s come over me. I’m possessed—there’s electricity running through my veins. Two cups of wine and a shot of bourbon does not explain this. I’ve downed nearly a full bottle of tequila before on my own, so it’s not the alcohol. It’s him.

All I know is, the moment our lips touched, the moment I felt his arm around me, I couldn’t get enough of him. I want all of him. Every last inch of him. It’s like my body has been starved for something I didn’t know I was missing.

Sweet Jesus.

He takes my hand, and I step down from the stump and we cross to the barn where the heavy equipment is housed.

“Where’re we going?”

“You’ll see,” is all he says.

In the dark, I can’t read his face.

We go into the first of the four bays, past a tractor, and then up a flight of wooden stairs. At the top he opens a door and flicks on a light.

It’s a small apartment, probably for a seasonal help.

It’s also freezing. He sets the thermostat, the baseboard pings to life, and then turns to me.

“This okay? You’re sure?”

I rise on tiptoes to hold him, slipping both arms around his neck. He carries me like this down a short hall to the bedroom.

“What about your family?”

He flicks on this light as well. I release him and look around. The room is tidy, clean, with heavy quilts on a double bed, a rocking chair, and a nightstand.

“They’ll be thrilled. Believe me.”

For some reason I think this is funny, but halfway through my laugh he grabs me, hard and cuts me off with a kiss so deep, so powerful, my legs tremble and my crotch is hot and wet with the need for him. His throat beats with a pulse I feel on my temple when I press my face to him.

He unzips my coat and it drops to the floor. I watch his hands, those perfect hands, peel me out of my fleece.

Then he starts taking off his sweater. I’m still in my thermal underwear.

“This can’t be sexy,” I say and raise my arm to pull mine off.

“No,” he says. “Let me.”

But first he takes his pants off and lays them across the rocking chair. “That was my grandmother’s chair. She’d be thrilled too.”

I laugh again. I’m cold, nervous, aching, and trying to understand what he’s doing as he sits me down on the bed barelegged and just in panties. My thighs quiver. We both still have our shirts on.

He reaches up underneath mine and unhooks my bra slipping it off one shoulder then the other. He drops it to the floor. The feeling of his fingers on my skin, coupled with the release of pressure from my discarded bra, makes me shiver. My breasts rub against the soft material and he cups them both in his hands and then begins stroking my nipples with his thumbs.

I moan and lay down on my back.

His hands are so large they span the sides of my chest. My ribcage is encased in his hands as his thumbs rub my nipples to pin pricks.

I moan again as he slides one hand down inside my panties. It’s embarrassing how wet they are.