12. Amber #2
No kissing. Uncle Martin. Get a grip. I forced myself to relax and let his words digest. All that goddamn teasing about the kissing messed with me. I cleared my throat and hated how he made sense. “You’re probably right.”
“I didn’t think you’d be up for it, actually.”
“If I want to get to the bottom of this, then there is no other choice.” My shoulders slumped into the cushion and the motion caused me to lean into Jeff, but instead of immediately trying to remove myself from him, I lingered.
He was warm and it wasn’t so wrong for me to be comforted for a minute, right?
“We both have people involved in this who will hurt us. Don’t forget that.”
“True.” I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the warmth for ten more seconds before pushing to get up. “I think it would be better if you went around asking about him. We don’t look too much alike, but I don’t want to draw any extra attention to the fact he’s my uncle. You know?”
“Yeah. I agree.” He stood and made a resigned face, like he wasn’t finding any joy in doing that part. “I’ll see how I can run into this guy this week.”
“Cool.” I chewed on my bottom lip, unsure how to exit this secret meeting and hating how unsure I felt around Jeff.
I was used to knowing my place with people, whether it was favorable or not—I knew and could react based on that.
But our relationship was unknown, we weren’t really friends but we did share two incredible kisses investigating something illegal.
This was unfamiliar ground. “I guess we can get together after you talk to them?”
“Are you in a hurry to get back upstairs?” he asked, his face a new kind of serious.
“Yes?”
“That’s a shame.” He hummed and walked to stand right in front of me, crowding my personal space. He looked at me through hooded eyes and used a silky voice that almost made me moan. “I want to even the score.”
“Hm?” The score? What score? His proximity sent my body haywire and he knew it. He brought his hands to each side of my collarbone and drew me to him.
“You’ve kissed me twice now. It’s my turn.”
That was my only warning before his warm lips touched mine, carefully and gently teasing me with a controlled restraint I couldn’t match.
He took his time, tasting me at a frustrating speed that caused a moan to escape my throat.
That changed the pace and he slammed me into the wall.
He moaned into my mouth, “Christ, Amber.”
In one swift motion, he lifted me off the ground, placed my legs around his waist and ground into me.
This kiss was a claim, one to ruin anyone else who dared to put their lips on mine, and I rode it out.
The way he gripped my skin with a ferocious passion and sucked my tongue deep into his mouth had my nipples straining against my thin lace bra.
When he let me take a breath, he noticed and gave me a wolfish grin. “I have one more left.”
“Make it count then,” I said, shocked at my crassness.
Something about him drove me wild and he liked my answer.
He pressed his hips into me, holding me against the wall, and used his free hands to trace the outline of my nipples over my shirt.
I hissed at the pleasure and he pinched the pebbled tips.
His breathing was just as heavy as mine and knowing it was mutual was an aphrodisiac itself. “Suck them.”
A wild look crossed his face and he used one hand to lift my arms up over my head and the other to lift my thin shirt.
He removed it from me and stared at the black bralette Laney had bought me for my birthday with the promise of driving guys crazy and I had to report back it was a success.
Jeff’s jaw became slack and his nostrils flared when he dragged his fingers down the center of my small cleavage.
He slowly trailed them over my exposed skin, not quite touching where I desperately wanted him to, but the slow game somehow made it better when he finally snuck his hands under the material.
He cupped a breast in each hand and kneaded them, using his thumbs to flick my nipples.
“You’re so responsive. What will you do if I put my mouth on them, Amber?
Will you buck against me or moan loud enough for anyone to hear?
” he asked in the huskiest voice I had ever heard.
He didn’t give me time to answer before placing his mouth around the pink tip and sucked it into his warm mouth.
The sensation was electric and I gasped when he bit down and played with the tip between his teeth.
“ Oh my god ,” I moaned. He hummed against my skin and moved to the other, repeating the same process.
I never once thought about how chubby I looked, or if he thought I was ugly, or how silly I looked naked.
I couldn’t think like that when he looked at me the way he did, intense and like I was a goddamn buffet. “Jeff…”
His only response was teasing my sensitive breasts more and kissing up my chest, over my jawline and back to my mouth. He groaned my name and gripped the back of my head. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
I didn’t get a chance to respond. Someone banged on the door. “I need the room. It’s been long enough.”
That snapped me back to reality and when we locked eyes, the lack of regret in his was the only thing that made me feel okay.
But I didn’t do talks after hook-ups. I typically never saw the guy again and embarrassment and uncertainty hit me.
I wanted nothing more than to run home to figure out my next move. “We should go.”
“Uh-huh,” he said, but made no move to put my shirt back on or leave. “Don’t go shy on me, Amber. You enjoyed that just as much as I did.”
Do I admit it? Deny it? Pretend it didn’t happen? What’s the protocol for this?
“We’re even now, right?” I asked weakly, and Jeff did not like that.
“They can fucking wait.” He jutted his chin toward the door before lowering his face and giving me a hard look. “Are you okay?”
I did not expect him to ask me that. The thoughtfulness in it had my throat closing and I nodded while I scrambled to put my shirt on. He set me back on the ground and sighed. “Amber, you won’t look at me and I’m worried I crossed some line.”
“You didn’t. No.” I turned to leave but gave him one more look over my shoulder. “I enjoyed it. Just got carried away.”
“I’ll let you go now, but we need to talk about this. We will talk about this soon.”