Chapter 3
“Hell if I know, but I feel the same.”
Somewhere between drink three and four, Blue had suddenly become hyperaware of Jay Haddon. Hot sexy guy in a suit.
One of his hands, big and warm, went to her cheek, cupping it. The heat slid through her.
“Blue,” he whispered, lowering his head.
“Jay,” she added, linking their names like the kids in school used to.
Then his lips were on hers, and she forgot to breathe.
The kiss was soft yet demanding, which made no sense. He explored her mouth with his, and Blue let him. Right there, with Central Park and thousands of people below, she was being kissed by Jay Haddon.
“I’m sure this is wrong,” he whispered against her lips when they came up for air.
She leaned in and pressed her mouth to his once more, eager for more of this man, when before today, she’d never considered him anything but a kid she’d grown up with.
One of his hands went to the edge of her waistcoat, just above the waistband of her trousers, and slid underneath. Just a few fingers, but Blue shuddered at the sensation of his skin on hers.
When was the last time someone made her feel like this? She couldn’t remember.
“I want you way more than I should about now, Blue Jay McAllister.” He spoke the words into her neck, moving his lips to kiss her.
“Same,” she whispered.
He lifted his head and looked at her. “Are we doing this?”
She didn’t hesitate and nodded.
His eyes closed briefly, and then he slid that hand up and over her ribcage. Blue tugged his shirt free from his trousers and did the same.
His moan was more of a growl and made heat pool between her legs.
The tips of his fingers reached her bra and danced along the underside of her breasts, making her shudder.
“Blue, if you keep making those noises, this will be over before it starts.” The words were a rasp.
She slid her hand across the hard, flat plane of his stomach, and this time he shuddered.
“Who knew Jay Haddon was sexy?”
He kissed her. Harder this time, his tongue tangling with hers. When one stopped, the other started. It was rough and thorough, and she wanted more—much more.
Jay got her waistcoat open and pushed it off her body. His eyes then moved down, taking in the silk cups of her beige bra, which pushed her breasts higher. “Damn, you’re hot, woman.”
Before Blue could answer, he’d lowered his head and licked the curve of her breast. Her hands went to his shoulders, gripping the muscles as if her life depended on it.
He kissed, licked, and destroyed her, and then he took off her bra and continued. She was liquid heat. Every inch of her was aware of him and what he was doing to her.
Blue’d had lovers. She’d enjoyed them, but this was so much more. So much so that when it was done, she would be terrified. But not now—now Jay’s sensations consumed her.
He undid the button and lowered the zipper of her pants, and they fell to the ground.
“I love loose clothing,” he said with a dirty laugh that hiked her passion higher.
“I’m naked and you’re...” The words died in her throat as he dropped to his haunches and placed his lips on her left thigh. Just below her panties.
“Jay,” she whispered, the sound coming out tortured.
He licked up her thigh and skimmed across the wisp of silk to the other thigh. She couldn’t stop the delicious shudder that ran through her.
Heat, desire—it all coursed through her body. And when she felt his breath there, between her thighs, she nearly imploded.
“Open your legs wider, Blue.”
Looking down at him, his dark, wavy hair, sultry green eyes, and wicked smile, she knew that right then, she’d do whatever he wanted her to.
When she widened her stance, he gripped her thighs and kissed her through the silk.
“Oh, God.” Blue couldn’t hold back the words or the sigh.
One of his fingers slid under the edge and stroked along her folds, probing but not sinking inside her wet heat. Her hands went to his hair and tugged. He growled.
He slid her panties aside, and then he was there. His breath skimmed over her as he gave her the most intimate kiss of all, and Blue felt the tension inside her climb to an unbearable level.
“Now, Jay,” she demanded.
He ignored her and continued teasing, his fingers stroking as his tongue found the hard bud between her thighs and licked.
When he took pity on her and pushed two fingers inside, she shuddered and then came harder and faster than she ever had in her life. Ecstasy crashed over her in waves and left her destroyed.
Jay climbed to his feet and leaned in to kiss her softly. She tasted herself on him.
“You okay?”
Opening her eyes as he pulled back, Blue thought he looked a little smug. She wasn’t having that. “Peachy.”
Blue opened the buttons of his shirt and set about torturing him as he had her. She licked and kissed his nipples, which made him tense up. One of his hands went into her hair, gripping her as she had him.
She made her way to his waistband and then opened his trousers and pushed them down his thighs. She slid one hand to his erection and cradled it, running her fingers up and down it through his briefs.
“Fuck.”
The words were low and guttural, but Blue wasn’t done with him yet. Fair was fair. She eased his briefs down his thighs and then bent and licked the soft crown before taking him fully inside her mouth.
“Double fuck,” he whispered. He cupped her head, digging his fingers into her scalp as she slid her mouth up and down his length, the tension between them climbing higher.
“Okay, that’s enough,” he hissed, easing her up his body.
She watched as he kicked off his shoes and pushed down his pants and shorts. Then he gripped her around the waist and boosted her up his body.
“Who knew Blue Jay McAllister, one of the hippie McAllisters, would do it for me,” he whispered against her lips before kissing her.
He invaded her mouth, and she wanted him to invade other parts of her.
Blue landed on the bed with a hard body on top of her settled between the cradle of her open thighs.
“Condom,” she whispered, and he stilled.
“Fuck.”
“You don’t have one?”
He shook his head.
“I’m clean and on the pill,” she said, desperate to feel him inside her.
“Are you sure?” He looked down at her. “I’m clean too.”
“Yes.” Blue bucked her hips into him. “Now, Jay.”
“Patience, Blue,” he whispered, kissing one of her breasts.
“I’m not a patient person,” she gritted out.
His laugh was strained. And then she felt him there, pressing against her entrance. The first delicious thrust had him entering her, and then he was sheathed deep inside.
“So good,” he whispered. “First time fast. Second slower.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he drove into her again and again. Her body ached for a second release, and then it was happening, hitting her hard as she again scaled that summit of pleasure.
He followed with a deep moan, pumping into her. He then fell onto the bed beside her.
Her heart thumped hard inside her chest in time with his. Their harsh breathing filled the room.
Blue lay there, sated, eyes closed, and felt exhaustion roll over her in waves.
“You okay?” he whispered in her ear.
She managed to pat his thigh, but had no words, and then she was out.
Blue woke to darkness, and the weak light outside the large windows. Jay had somehow maneuvered her under the covers, and her head was on a pillow. Turning, she found him sleeping beside her, his eyes closed, breathing soft and even, his large body naked under that sheet.
She’d just slept with Jay Haddon. Someone from her hometown, and someone she would run into again and again there.
The thought was terrifying. What they’d done had been wrong on so many levels.
She’d had too much to drink, and then with what had happened at her work, she’d clearly lost her head. Blue never lost her head.
Panic slithered its icy tendrils through her.
“Blue?” His eyes opened, and he looked at her.
“We shouldn’t have done that, Jay” were the first words out of her mouth.
“Very likely, but we did.” He rolled and pushed himself upright. “You want some coffee or anything else?”
“No. I need to go,” Blue said, getting out of bed. “I have to go.”
“Okay, if that’s what you need to do.”
“How can you be so calm about this?” The words came out as a shriek. She was out of bed and glaring at him now.
“And we’re consenting adults,” he replied.
“I need to go.”
“You said that.”
“Stop it!”
“What?”
“Being calm and rational when I’m falling apart.”
He gave her a gentle smile, and she wanted to slap it from his face.
“This doesn’t need to be more than it is,” he assured her. “Or it can be.”
“You live in Lyntacky most of the time, and I live here, Jay. My life is a mess, and I don’t want a partner. So, no, there can be no more than this.”
He nodded, his eyes steady on her face, and she felt exposed, like he could read every thought she wasn’t sharing with him.
“I’m leaving,” Blue muttered. She then moved around the room, gathering up her clothes. “After I use the bathroom.”
“Have at it.” He yawned then.
“You can just go back to sleep.”
“I will after I’ve called the front desk to get you a cab.”
“I can call my own damn cab,” Blue muttered.
“Not sure why I’m suddenly the enemy, but there is the Blue I remember,” he said in a voice that was harder than it had been. “And I’m going to call you a cab, Blue, whether you want it or not.”
“Whatever.”
She was being an ungrateful bitch, but fear made Blue ornery—everyone close to her knew it. After taking care of business, she washed her face and removed yesterday’s makeup. Then, after running Jay’s brush through her hair, she was ready to leave.
He was waiting for her, dressed in a pair of boxer shorts, which exposed every inch of that hard, muscled body.
Damn, the man was fine.
“Sorry for being a bitch, and thank you for… for—”
“The cocktails, food, and the really good sex?”
“That,” she said. Blue then leaned in and kissed his cheek.
He turned, and their lips met and clung.
Damn.
“So I’ll see you around, Blue Jay McAllister.”
She managed a nod and let herself out of his room. Blue then climbed into the elevator and wondered what the hell she was supposed to do with her life now.