Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
JJorja didn’t want this evening to end. Who knew Gunnar McKinley had a romantic soul behind all the badassery vibes he showed most of the world?
She certainly hadn’t. This evening had been a curveball out of the left field which she hadn’t seen coming, and she enjoyed every second of it.
This time, when he pulled into the underground parking lot, he led her to a different elevator than the one they’d taken before.
“This one is straight to my house,” he explained. “The door Marco used the other day.” He called the elevator. “Unless you want to see the guys…”
The awesome secret door hidden in the table; it was a little silly to be excited at using it.
But she still was. “No, I don’t need to see your brothers.
” Did he not realize she just wanted to keep the bubble they’d somehow created around them intact?
His brothers, awesome and annoying as they were, had no place in their happy bubble. “Just you.”
He linked their fingers and raised her hand, dropping a kiss on her palm. “I like it being just us too.” Using his other hand, he unlocked the door and let them into the house. “And voilà.”
“It’s so cool.” She ran her hand around his waist as she moved out of the way so the table could slide back into place, securing it. “How on earth did you think of doing this? Is there some kind of spy school which gives you plans for these kinds of things?”
He barked out a laugh. “Nope. Remi saw it somewhere when we started the reno and put it in without telling me. I’m sure the commune had a shitfit over the plans. It was his birthday present to me that year.”
“Your family has weird ideas about what gifts are,” she told him. “What happened to cake or something that’s just for you?”
“It is just for me. None of the others have secret doors into their places.”
Now that they were back from the date, she could already feel the awkward building between them. For the record, Jorja would like it noted that she didn’t like it at all.
He hovered near her for a moment as if he couldn’t decide what the next steps were, and Jorja sighed in frustration when he stepped away from her.
“I’ll just go change my clothes and get out of your way so you can sleep.” He disappeared into the bedroom before she could respond.
“I swear, men are the densest creatures on the fricking planet,” she muttered to herself and went to the kitchen area to make some coffee, as they’d skipped that course in favor of spending time together in the garden.
“Did you say something?”
“Just talking to myself,” she called back. “Sometimes I need expert advice.”
And the other person in this house is either totally oblivious, or I’m an idiot, and I can’t decide which.
“Do you want some coffee?” She reached for the mugs from the cupboard over her head, but of course, short girl problems, and she couldn’t quite reach the top shelf for the mug she’d seen him use both times they’d had coffee here.
“Let me get that for you.” He reached over her head and plucked down the mug, placing it on the counter beside her.
Jorja bit her lip to stop the screech of surprise when she felt him against her back, but wasn’t fast enough to stop herself from jumping. He chuckled in her ear. The bastard knew exactly what he’d done. “You did that on purpose.”
“Maybe.” He dragged out the word and turned to lean against the counter, watching her as she made coffee.
Shit, had she overstepped by making herself at home? “It’s okay—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” he interrupted.
“If you want to make coffee, make coffee. If you want to watch TV, then if the remote isn’t on the table, it’s probably down the back of the couch.
The wine’s in the fridge, and speaking of, eat anything you want in there, because if you don’t and you’re hungry, it will piss me off.
” He leaned in and surprised the crap out of her when he pressed a swift kiss to the tip of her nose.
“You have free rein to everything but my weapons which are in the safe. Got it?”
“Yes, bossy, I got it.” She smiled up at him. “Will you grab me the milk from the fridge, please?”
“Sure.” He did as she asked. Once she’d added sugar to her coffee, he poured in milk until the color was correct and stopped just before she could tell him to.
It was stupid to find it ridiculously sweet that he knew just the right amount of milk she took in her coffee, but she loved it anyway.
“Thank you.” She carried both mugs to the couch and settled in on the side where she’d sat before.
“You know, the bed is bigger than the couch. We can both fit in the bed. It will be more comfortable than you sleeping here every night.”
Gunnar watched her from under hooded eyes as he took a sip of coffee before answering. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why?”
“Because, beautiful, if I’m in bed with you…” He took another sip of his coffee. “Then sleeping isn’t on the agenda.”
Beautiful? If he thinks I’m beautiful, he needs his eyes tested for sure.
He continued, “I’m only a man, and I don’t have enough restraint to have you wrapped around me in my bed and do nothing about it.”
She was about to protest, but he kept talking.
“Plus, what if I have a nightmare and hurt you? It’s just not a good idea.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me,” she insisted.
“I did the first night.”
“That wasn’t on purpose, so it doesn’t count,” she reminded him.
“Plus, we slept here last night, and you didn’t hurt me then.
” Maybe pointing out the obvious would help.
She drained the last of her coffee, took the mug to the sink, and rinsed it out.
Then she smiled at where he watched her on the couch.
If he wasn’t going to make the first move, then she was pulling her big girl panties—the hot red thong version she was wearing—on, and taking matters into her own hands.
She walked past the couch, fully aware of his eyes on her, and caught the end of her dress, stripping it off over her head as she walked. She smiled innocently at him over her shoulder. “The last thing I want from you right now is restraint, Gunnar.”
Ball is in your court now!
God, I hope I didn’t just make the biggest fool out of myself ever!
Before she made it to the bedroom, Gunnar pounced, and Jorja yelped in surprise but wriggled around in his arms to wrap herself around him using both her arms and legs. She hooked one shoe over the other, ensuring she wouldn’t fall as his hands gripped her under her butt.
“Are you sure?”
She slid her hands up the back of his head, buried her fingers into his hair, and kissed him slow, wet, and deep, before whispering against his lips, “Yes.”
“Thank fuck.” He placed her on her feet in front of the bed, his hands cupping her face on either side as he bent down to kiss her. “Beautiful.”
“Mmh.” She unbuttoned his shirt while they exchanged kisses which grew more urgent between them with each brush of their lips. When he released her face to cup her breasts, she gasped, and he swept his tongue into her mouth, his hands massaging her chest through the material of her bra.
Jorja’s head dropped back on her shoulders, giving him access to press a trail of kisses down her throat and along her collarbone.
He tugged down the cups of her bra, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking deeply before nipping, dragging a moan from her.
He used the fingers of one hand to roll the other nipple at the same time, and zings of excitement zipped through her.
When he came back to her lips, she cupped his crotch through his slacks, flexing her fingers on his balls and dick.
He pushed against her hand and growled low in his throat when she softly started massaging them outside of his trousers, softly running her hands over him before getting a little more aggressive by grabbing and squeezing his cock and balls and then releasing the pressure.
After massaging and teasing him for a few minutes, she slowly unzipped his slacks and pushed them down, helping him take them off, and went back to running her hands over him, tracing her fingers up and down his dick and around his balls.
His hands stroked down her back and cupped her ass, flexing and releasing a couple of times before he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them down over the globes of her ass.
Jorja stepped out of her panties and dropped to her knees in front of him, still wearing her heels.
“Damn, beautiful.”
The heat from his eyes as she looked up at him from her place on her knees made her shiver.
“You are a man’s fantasy come true.” He cupped her chin, his thumb stroking over her cheek. “You first—”
“No,” she pleaded. “You’ll take over, then I won’t get a chance to taste you first.” She glanced up and made eye contact as she flicked her tongue over the underside of the tip of his penis, where the glans joined his shaft.
“Doing this for you…” she wrapped her fingers around his cock, held it at an angle which was easy for her to access, and ran her tongue around the head “...turns me on more than you know.” She pressed wet, sloppy kisses all the way from the root to the tip. “What do you want me to do now, baby?”
“Do that again,” he begged. “With your tongue. Please.”
“Like this?” She licked around the tip again and cupped his ass with one hand to keep him close to her. If he decided it was too much, she wanted to at least have a chance of stopping him. “I love this.”
His fingers buried in her hair. “God, beautiful, so do I.”
Jorja pressed kisses around his crotch and groin, gently massaged his balls using her tongue, and softly ran the tips of her fingers over his testicles, then ran her nails over his ass cheeks.
Each touch dragged growls and sighs from her man.
Every sound encouraged her, building the sexual tension between them, daring her to offer him more.