Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
ALYSSE DIDN’T WANT to let go of Jay. The night had come alive for her. She’d let her emotions run instead of bottling them up, and she felt almost high from them. God, why hadn’t she realized before how good this felt?
As soon as they were in her house she went to him. She’d missed him last night and she was finally able to really admit it. She’d been worried he was going to see her to the door and then leave again.
Having him inside with her made her bold. She knew he was nearing the deadline to decide what he was doing and where he was going and she wanted to make damned sure he knew she wanted him to stay.
“Dance with me here.”
“Um, are you sure?” he asked.
She could tell he wanted to retreat and go back to his safe hotel room, but she wasn’t going to let him. If Jay left her this time it wasn’t going to be without knowing every detail of what he would be missing for the rest of his life.
“Yes. I really liked the way you felt next to me,” she said, leading him into her living room. She hit the light switch and the two side-table lamps came on.
The room was cast in a soft intimate glow and Jay stood in the center. He looked sexy and serious as he waited for her. She smiled at him, a soft sensual expression that he answered.
She went to the iPod dock that she kept in her living room hooked up to speakers.
She had always liked music and hadn’t scrimped on the sound system when she’d purchased it.
Now she was glad because she wanted every detail of this night to be perfect.
It was the only way she was going to be able to convince him to stay.
She flipped through her playlists and found what she was looking for.
The song she wanted to dance with him to had been playing in the lounge the first night they’d gone for a drink in Vegas.
She only listened to it when she was feeling nostalgic and a bit melancholy, but she wanted that to change.
She wanted to reclaim the song as she felt she’d reclaimed the man.
As Michael Bublé crooned the tune “For Once In My Life,” she moved slowly toward Jay.
“It’s our song,” he said.
“Yes,” she agreed. “I didn’t think you would remember.”
“I remember every detail of that week with you. I can’t have a steak without remembering eating a bite off the end of your fork. Or taste a strawberry without remembering the way you crushed them on your breast and invited me to lick them off.”
She shivered remembering how free she’d felt with him back then because she’d trusted him completely.
“I haven’t been that daring in a long time,” she admitted.
“That’s my fault,” he said.
He held his hand out to her and met her halfway, pulling her into his arms and swaying gently with the song. His hands moved up and down her back.
“Do you remember our wedding?” she asked.
“I do,” he admitted. “You wore the simplest white sheath dress that had a deep V in the front like this.”
He drew his finger along her collarbone and then pulled the fabric of her neckline down until it was between her breasts.
“The slopes of your breasts were visible and as soon as you walked into the chapel it was all I could look at.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I wanted to do this,” he said, lowering his head and dropping very soft kisses against the globes of her breasts.
“But then I looked up at your neck and saw the line of your jaw and that mouth of yours. You have the most luscious mouth. All I can think about when we are together is kissing you.”
“Then do it,” she said.
He leaned in and rubbed his lips over hers. She sighed and felt the magic of the evening deepening for her.
“What do you remember? First impressions of me in the chapel?” he asked.
“When I stepped inside and saw you waiting for me I couldn’t breathe.
You looked so handsome in your dress uniform.
I didn’t realize how good-looking you were until that moment.
You stood so straight and at attention and then our eyes met and I felt a thrill all the way to my toes. I thought you were mine.”
“I was.”
But then he’d left. And she’d convinced herself that a feeling that strong could have been one-sided.
She wrapped her arms around his lean waist and rested her head on his chest. He put one hand on the back of her head and rubbed his palm over her back. Keeping her close. The song played on and they swayed together to the music.
It was a quick song, and when it ended she flushed as Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” was the next song to start playing.
He chuckled. “We never danced to this one before.”
“I know. It’s not exactly the subtlety I was trying for.”
“Hell, this is my kind of song,” he said. Putting his hands on her hips and grinding against her. She did the same, moving her hands up and down his chest slowly loosing buttons until his shirt was open and she could touch his hard muscles.
“I love your chest,” she said, pushing his shirt off his shoulders. His shoulders were broad and strong, his skin warm to her touch.
He let her have her way with him, caressing him however she wanted.
She traced his spine and then let her fingers dip into his pants to caress the dusting of hair at the small of his back.
He groaned. She slowly came around to his front trailing her fingers along that edge between bare flesh and cloth.
Then she used her grip on his waistband to draw him closer to her.
She tipped her head back and put her free hand around his neck and drew his head down to hers.
“I love the feel of your hands on my body. No one has ever touched me the way you do, Aly.”
“Good,” she said. She wanted to brand him all over so that he’d never forget her or these nights they’d spent together. He’d marked her deep in her soul a long time ago and she was just realizing that was why no other man could satisfy her the way he did.
His breath brushed over her lips first and then she took his mouth. His hands went to her back, drawing her as close as possible to his body until they were intimately pressed together. Their kisses were long and languid as they swayed to the music, not even noticing when it stopped playing.
The hand at her waist slowly gathered the fabric of her skirt and drew it up the back of her legs until she felt one of his big warm hands on her buttocks.
She gyrated against him and felt him cupping her and pulling her closer to his rock-hard erection.
She moaned as the tip of his cock hit her in just the right place.
She used the hand she had at his waistband to unbutton his pants, but didn’t undo the zipper at first. Just teased him by resting a hand there. She felt his cock jump against her fingers as she stroked him before she lowered the zipper enough to slide her hand into the front of his pants.
He was so incredibly hard. She stroked the tip of his cock before letting her fingers drift lower to ride along the side of his shaft.
She wished this moment with Jay would never end.
She felt so alive, yet so in control. With both hands she pushed his pants and boxers to the floor and he stepped out of them.
He was completely naked. She moved back to admire Jay.
She understood that passion was the key to being truly free.
Wasn’t that what she’d discovered sitting in the club?
And she felt passion as she looked at her man with his muscled chest and the light dusting of hair leading to his manhood, which stood proud and erect because of her.
She felt a surge of love and lust for him. She’d been completely crazy if she’d ever thought it could be just sex between her and Jay and then she’d move on. He was the only man she’d been unable to banish from her thoughts and dreams.
She walked over to him and he simply stood there. She took his hand and led him to the leather couch a few feet away. She pushed him back on the couch and he sank down with all the masculine grace she’d come to expect from him.
She went to kneel next to him on the couch but he stopped her. “Take your panties off.”
Her pulse raced and she felt her pussy moisten at his words. Slowly, she lifted the hem of her dress to reveal first her thighs and then the edge of her panties. As she reached underneath, she slowly drew the tiny lace underwear down her legs.
She stood still, with her skirt held in one hand and turned so that she gave him a full view and bent low to pick up the scrap of cloth. She glanced over her shoulder at him and saw that he was staring at her butt. She tossed her panties on the ground at his feet and then moved back to his side.
He put his hands underneath her skirt, running his fingernails up and down the length of her thighs until she was panting in his grasp.
He teased her by coming close to her intimate flesh but never touching it.
She reached for his cock, caressing his entire shaft and then lowering her head to lick the tip of it before taking him into her mouth.
His hips jerked from the couch as she cupped him and continued to work his shaft with her mouth.
He moved her body around until he could reach her clit with his fingers.
She felt him separating her inner lips and then the light brush of his finger against her throbbing core.
Moisture pooled between her legs and she felt his forefinger slip lower until he entered her.
She moaned against his cock as he excited her, pushing her to the brink.
She sucked more strongly on his cock and tasted a salty drop of him and she swallowed it. But then he pulled her away.
“I don’t want it to be like this when I come,” he said, his voice rough and low. His skin was flushed and she was aroused to the point where she didn’t know anything except desire.
“Come inside me, Jay. I feel so empty without you.”
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, touching her between her legs again. All she could do was nod frantically, waiting for him to finish what they’d started.