CHAPTER 39
Jackie couldn’t give a damn about dinner. Who cared about lamb chops or whatever the hell was going to be on the menu? The only thing she wanted to devour was Antonio. As soon as possible.
By the time they got off the elevator, Antonio had picked Jackie up, grabbing handfuls of her ass. She wasn’t sure how he was able to carry her and use the keycard to open the door to their suite, but he did. All those years of football must have contributed to his dexterity.
“Where do you want it?” Antonio asked huskily, still holding Jackie. She enjoyed the feel of her body in his hands.
She scanned the room. There was a very large chaise near the window, overlooking the Savannah River. She nodded toward it, her hands gripping Antonio’s shoulders.
He walked across the suite, placing Jackie onto the chaise. Then he kissed her so deeply, so passionately, that Jackie forgot to breathe. When he released her from his kiss, he pinned his hands on both sides of her. “How do you want it?’
It was such a simple question. One that Jackie, in any other circumstance, would have an answer on the ready.
A very nasty, very dirty answer. But her brain felt scrambled, and she felt as if she’d forgotten the English language.
She closed her eyes and felt the energy between them, a pulsing warmth that moved from deep in her belly to her heart to her throat, and then—
“I want you…completely.” They were the first words she’d spoken in weeks, since shortly before her meeting with Guzman. And to the man who had her tongue-tied in the first place.
Antonio stroked Jackie’s throat tenderly, then kissed just under her jaw. “Damn, I’ve missed hearing you talk to me. You have no idea.”
“Antonio,” Jackie sighed, her voice shaky and a little scratchy. “I’ve missed saying your name.”
“You’ll have your chance to say it all night.”
Antonio stood up and calmly removed his clothes. First, kicking off his trainers. Then, pulling his hoodie and tank over his head. When he got to the waistband of his sweats, Jackie had to say something.
“Slower,” she demanded. She damn sure didn’t want him unwrapping her gift in such a hurry. She considered it an early Christmas present.
Antonio chuckled but acquiesced. He slowly lowered his sweatpants over his large thighs until they pooled on the floor.
Jackie looked at the print of his dick in his designer boxer briefs, erect and rigid against his thigh.
Damn, she marveled. The man’s dick was so solid, it needed his thigh for support.
God was definitely showing out when they made Antonio Steele.
Antonio was about to drop his drawers when Jackie shook her head. He tilted his head.
“What is it, baby?”
Without a word, Jackie moved toward the edge of the chase, put her hands around the backs of his thighs, and pulled Antonio forward. Right when the print of his dick was at her face, she looked up at him.
“You know, all the times we’ve done what we’ve done, I don’t think I’ve given this,” she nodded toward his dick, “a proper inspection.”
Jackie peeled Antonio’s boxers down his massive brown thighs.
These were the legs of an athlete, toned, with evidence of a few battle scars here and there.
The scars didn’t make him less beautiful in Jackie’s eyes.
Quite the opposite. She ran her fingers across his knee, to where he’d had an ACL surgery, kissing the faint scar.
When the boxers hit the floor, Antonio stepped out of them, and Jackie’s eyes traveled back up to her intended destination.
She licked her lips, inhaled a steadying breath, and slowly took Antonio into her warm, wet mouth.
As soon as Jackie’s tongue snaked around his dick, he pulsed in her mouth and let out a ragged hiss.
“Fuck,” Antonio said, the word strangled within a moan.
Jackie loved a man who moaned. She especially loved a man who moaned when she had the upper hand.
She took in as much as she could of him, giving long, languid licks between fast, consuming ones.
When he rocked back a little on his heels, Jackie smiled to herself, because she knew she had him right where she wanted him.
“Shit, Lucky, you ain’t playing no games right now,” Antonio breathed.
Jackie slowly released him from her mouth, holding him steady with one hand as she licked around his sensitive tip. “I told you. A proper inspection.” Before she could get a response, Jackie had wrapped her lips back around Antonio’s slick hardness, prepared to make the man beg for mercy.
Antonio put his hands on the back of Jackie’s head, moving with every motion.
When that was too much, his hands went to her shoulders.
Jackie knew he must have been close, because he had no idea where to put his hands, and complete gibberish was coming from his mouth. She loved making a partner fall apart.
“Lucky, baby,” he begged. “You gotta let up off me with that mouth. Otherwise, I’m not gonna be any good for the rest of the night.”
Jackie pulled back, wiping the corners of her lips with a chuckle. “So, what you’re saying is you can’t hang, huh?”
“What?” Antonio scoffed. “Never that.” He gave her a heated stare. “I got plans for you, Lucky. And I need to be able to follow through.”
“Oh yeah? Plans like what?”
“First step is undressing you,” Antonio said, bending down. He tugged at the bottom of her sweater. “Arms up, Lucky.”
Jackie did as she was told, lifting her arms to let him remove her sweater.
He softly patted her hair back into place before kissing her forehead, then moving along her jawline, and finally settling his lips at the curve of her neck.
Jackie felt the warmth of his lips and breath against her skin and shuddered.
Antonio moved his exploration to her shoulders, then the tops of her breasts, before he finally looked up at her.
He gave her a slight smile as he unbuttoned her jeans.
As he did so, Jackie kicked off those godawful sneakers.
Once her jeans were on the floor, she kicked them to the side.
Because she’d worn sneakers, Jackie had on socks—cute, multicolored ones with polka dots and stripes.
She knew seeing her feet covered up was probably driving Antonio crazy with desire.
Jackie lifted a covered foot in his direction. “What’s wrong? Hate my socks?”
He leaned back on his haunches, staring at them. “You know I do. You’re not allowed to wear socks near me again.”
“What about when it’s cold? Do you want me to get frostbite?”
“I’ll make sure your feet are warm at all times. I’ll get heated floors if I have to.” Antonio slowly peeled the socks from her feet. He did it so sensually, Jackie almost forgot that socks weren’t sexy in any capacity.
Antonio began rubbing one foot, then stopped.
“Can I do this, Jackie? Can you let me have this?” The man was so good with his hands, Jackie was tempted to cancel every massage appointment she had scheduled for the rest of the year.
She wondered if he was as good with a pedicure as he was foot massages.
Jackie was so turned on by his worship of her that she would have let him do anything he wanted. “Yes, you’ve been a good boy, Antonio. Such a good boy.”
Antonio kissed her big toe. “Is that right?” He kissed the top of her foot. “I got something better for those pretty toes than socks. I’ll be right back.”
Jackie watched him hurry to closet where his suitcase was.
Now, she was into some freaky stuff, but she had her limits.
She would most certainly run for the hills if he pulled out something with electricity—or worse, spikes.
Instead, Antonio came back with a shoe box that she could recognize with her eyes closed.
“Louboutin? A man after my own heart.”
Antonio knelt in front of Jackie. “It was either these or Jimmy Choo. I notice you wear red bottoms the most, so I got you these.” He opened the box, removing the dust bag to reveal the most gorgeous pair of satin emerald-green 160mm Maria Frou Alta heels, the highest heel in the Louboutin brand.
“Green is my favorite color, my lucky color. It also seemed like a fitting color for my Lucky Charm,” Antonio said as he slowly removed the tissue from the toe box. He nodded toward her foot. “May I?”
Jackie extended her leg and let Antonio place the heel on one foot, then the other.
She looked at her feet. Jackie could wear high heels with the best of them, but the 160s took it to another level.
The only person she’d seen comfortably walk in these was the waif-like actress Zendaya.
And Jackie, barely 5’2” and thicker than a cold bowl of grits, was far from supermodel thin.
“Ant, these are beautiful. But I can’t walk in them,” Jackie admitted.
“These aren’t for walking,” Antonio said, lifting her foot and resting the pointy heel on his chest. Jackie knew what he wanted. And she was going to give it to him.
“Tell me what they’re for, Antonio,” Jackie said as she gently pressed the heel into his chest.
Antonio closed his eyes, biting his lip. “To fuck you in,” he grunted out.
Jackie twisted her foot slightly, and she felt Antonio’s grip on her leg tighten. “How bad do you want to fuck me in these heels?”
“So fucking bad, Lucky. Let me fuck you in these heels, baby.”
“Say please, Antonio.” Jackie was so turned on, she was sure she had already drenched the chaise.
Antonio swallowed. Jackie could see his dick getting harder by the second. “Please, Jacqueline. Let me fuck you in these heels, baby. I want to, so badly.”
Jackie smirked. “I need a kiss first.”
When Antonio leaned forward, aiming for her lips, she stopped him. Jackie placed her hand on his head, palming his waves. “Not there.” She lifted her legs higher, nearly resting them on his broad shoulders.
Antonio began slipping her panties off, and Jackie lifted slightly to let him get the material over her ass. Before she could count to one, his mouth was on her.