Page 84 of The Innocent

“Do you want to go back to the party?”

He slowly turned. She was standing a few feet away at the edge of the bed. His shirt would’ve touched her knees, but she tied it up to her waist, knotted on the side. Wasn’t quite as sexy as the bustier, but it had its appeal. Or maybe he just liked seeing her in his clothes, marking Imogene as his. That intrusive thought brought on a whole new tension.

He gestured toward the door. “You’re going home.”

Her smile faltered, forming a small pout. “I am?”

Her disappointment was evident. And fucking adorable. He could’ve allowed her to hang out longer, but he needed space from her. Jekyll didn’t trust himself.

“Yeah.”

She nodded and grabbed her top, heading to the door. She didn’t say another word and reached for the knob, opening it slightly. He was a walking contradiction, because the minute he saw the door crack open, he lunged forward, pressing his chest to her back and slamming it shut.

“I thought you wanted me to leave,” she whispered.

He did. Fuck! And he didn’t.

She slowly turned, but he had her caged in with limited space. She stared up at him. Blue eyes. To anyone else, they might not be special. To him? They were everything. Beautiful and honest, kind and accepting without judgement. I don’t deserve her. He cupped her jaw, sliding his thumb over her bottom lip.

“I can stay, if you want.”

No, you can’t.

For his own self-preservation, he needed her to leave. But… He just wanted a little more, and then he’d send her on her way. At least, that’s what he told himself.

His mouth brushed against hers and her tongue slipped between his lips. He pressed her against the wall, ignoring the tightening of his jeans against his zipper. Kissing this woman had become a new type of torture.

Jekyll was only after one more kiss. Imogene had other ideas. Her hand dragged down over his chest and spread over the bulge in his pants. Fuck! He swirled his tongue over hers, tasting every inch of her mouth. She squeezed his cock and he battened down his groan. Imogene was definitely testing his self-control. He felt her fingers at his waist, struggling with the clasp of his jeans. He should’ve stopped her. He didn’t. His mind was focused solely on her tongue sliding against his and the sweet taste of her lips. He was so caught up in her mouth, he barely realized his pants being lowered to his knees, until her hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking him.

Fuck!

It had been forever since he’d been jerked off by any hand other than his own. She pulled back slightly from the kiss and muttered against his lips. “My turn.”

Turn? Jekyll had no time to process what she said as she dropped to her knees and slid his cock between her lips, swirling her tongue down his shaft. He pressed his hands against the door, lowering his chin to his chest and watching her suck his dick.

He should’ve stopped her, but he was greedy. He wanted her mouth on him.

He shifted his stand, bracing his forearm on the door with one arm and drove his hand through her hair, cupping the back of her head. It was a sense of protection as he fucked her mouth. If he’d lost complete control he’d be slamming his cock down her throat. He was tempted, and he had a feeling she might enjoy it. Imogene caressed her hands over his thighs.

He’d had blowjobs before. Hundreds, possibly thousands. But never this good.

He grasped a handful of her hair and groaned. This wasn’t going to take long. He was close to coming. Her hands spread over the back of his thighs, urging him deeper as her nails pricked his skin. The sharp bite of his flesh with a smooth, wet mouth was a combination that put him over the edge.

“Fuck.” He grunted, dropping his head back on his shoulders, driving his cock down her throat, coming hard.

The roles had officially been reversed, and he was the one with shaky knees and unsteady balance. He pressed his hands against the door, taking even breaths.

Her soft hands slid over his legs in a soothing touch. He’d fucked a lot of women but never with any type of intimacy.

Imogene grasped his jeans at his ankles, pulling them up his legs until she stood. She lifted his zipper and clasped the button. When she peeked up through her lashes and smiled, Jekyll was thrown over the edge once again. Too fucking sweet. His lips crashed down over hers. He’d do the right thing and send her back to the motel. But not yet. He wrapped his arms around her waist, crushing her against his chest and deepening the kiss.

When he finally broke away to catch his breath, she whispered. “If you changed your mind, I can stay.”

Fuck me!

This woman was too tempting.

“You have your meeting tomorrow. It’s late.”