Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
NADIA
Jay’s lips are on mine, soft at first, then hungry.
I feel his hands on my waist, fingers splaying under my hoodie like he’s mapping out a plan of attack.
The heat is sudden and all-consuming, like I’m being set on fire from the inside out.
I can’t remember what I’m supposed to be doing with my hands, so I settle for grabbing a fistful of his shirt, partly to steady myself, and partly to make sure he’s real and not a conjured hallucination brought on from the stress of dealing with thirty third graders.
His tongue slides against mine, and I taste a mix of dark roast coffee and something that’s just Jay—smoky, a little sharp, a little sweet.
My brain glitches. When he kisses, he’s not shy about it.
It’s like he’s trying to memorize the shape of my mouth, the taste of me, and I realize, holy shit, I want him to know it all. I want him to devour me.
My pulse hammers so loud it drowns out most of my thoughts. The only sound left in the apartment is the gentle buzz of Salty’s snoring from the couch.
Jay deepens the kiss, pulling me closer until my body is flush against his. One of his hands slips under the hem of my hoodie, skimming the bare skin above my waistband, and my whole body goes rigid for a second. Not because I want him to stop. The opposite. I want him to hurry the heck up.
Jay senses it, of course. He goes still, breaking the kiss, but only enough to whisper, “You want me to stop?”
His voice is like a low-frequency earthquake. It rumbles in my bones and shakes all my resolve loose.
Heck no, I don’t want him to stop. I shake my head, and it’s embarrassing how much my head bobbles.
“I’ll kill you and hide the body somewhere your brother will never find if you stop.
” My hands are trembling, and I try to hide them, but Jay catches one and presses it to his chest, right over his heart.
His heartbeat is steady, strong, the antithesis of my own.
“Feel that?” he says. “You make me feel like this.”
I melt. My knees go soft, and all I want is him. I lean in for another kiss. This one starts slow, almost teasing, but when he catches my lower lip between his teeth, my breath whooshes out like a popped balloon.
He takes advantage of my gasp, plundering my mouth and letting his hands wander. The world tilts as he sits back on the sofa and drags me down into his lap.
One of his hands slides up my back, under the hoodie, fingers trailing goosebumps all the way to my bra strap.
The other hand goes lower, cupping my ass with enough pressure to make me squirm in his lap.
His hand is huge, and the way he handles me is possessive but not greedy.
Like he knows exactly how to turn me into a puddle and wants to savor every step.
I let out a stupid, high-pitched whimper, and the noise flips some kind of switch in Jay.
He growls a literal, chest-deep growl and shifts, pulling me tighter against his hard body.
My hands finally figure out their purpose and tangle in his soft, thick hair.
I want to touch every part of him. I pull his glasses off his face and drop them somewhere in the vicinity of the side table.
He kisses me until I’m dizzy, until my lungs beg for air.
He only pulls away to kiss his way down my neck, sucking little bruises at the base of my throat, then down to the collarbone exposed by my slipping hoodie.
I’m making noises that don’t sound human, more like a dying animal, but I can’t bring myself to care.
Jay pauses, lips at my throat, breath hot and ragged. “Fuck, Nadia,” he whispers. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“I might have a clue,” I manage, which is a minor miracle. My brain is mush; I can barely form words. I reach between our bodies and give his hard cock a little squeeze.
He groans, then moves his hands to my thighs and watches me, searching my face for hesitation.
Instead, I bite my lip and shift forward, pressing my core against his thigh. The friction is electric. He exhales hard and rocks his hips up, digging his cock into my center. I groan his name. At least I think that’s what comes out of my mouth. But who really knows?
He tilts his head, lips brushing my temple. “Are you sure about this, baby?”
There it is. The chance to say no, to bail, to postpone. But the truth is, I’ve never wanted anyone more in my entire life. My hussy lady bits are running the show.
“Yes,” I say, voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sure. Now, shut up and kiss me.”
He slides his hands under my hoodie, up my back, then tugs it up and over my head in one smooth motion.
My hair goes haywire, tumbling everywhere, but Jay just grins, hands settling on my bare waist. His gaze lingers on my chest, which is currently doing its best to escape my cheap Target bra.
My face burns, but he looks at me like he’s about ready to make a meal out of me.
He traces his finger up the valley between my breasts, barely touching, just enough to leave a trail of goosebumps. “You’re gorgeous,” he says, and the way he says it melts me from the inside out.
He kisses my collarbone, then down to the top of my chest, trailing kisses over the lace edge of my bra. He glances up, silently asking for permission, and when I nod, he slides a hand up, cups my breast, and groans into my skin as he unhooks my bra.
He tosses it aside while I can’t stop touching him. I run my hands up under his shirt, over his abs, up to his chest. His body is a work of art, but it’s the softness in his eyes that undoes me. He makes me feel like the only girl in the universe.
I tug at his shirt, wanting it off, and he obliges, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. His chest is even better than I imagined, all defined muscle and golden skin and a light dusting of hair. I can’t stop my hands from exploring every inch.
We make out like this for ages, hands wandering, mouths exploring, until I’m gasping for air.
At some point, Jay lifts me up against his hard body and carries me to his bedroom.
He lays me on the navy bedding before kissing down my neck, along my shoulder, then down my side, while his hands map every curve.
He moves slowly, always checking, always gentle.
He slides a hand under the waistband of my leggings, pauses, then looks up. “Still good?”
The only thing I can do is nod.
He slides them down, taking my panties with them. The air is cool on my skin, but his hands are hot as hell. He looks at me like he’s burning the image into his brain.
My eyes cross when he kisses my belly, my hip bones, the inside of my thigh. I’m shivering, desperate, but he won’t be rushed. He moves back up, finds my mouth, and kisses me until I’m dizzy again.
Jay is all slow burn and patient hunger. Every touch is careful, deliberate, but there’s an urgency in the way his body presses against mine. I can feel his cock, hard and insistent, trapped between us. I want him to lose control. I want him to take everything.
I run my hand down his chest, over his stomach, and fumble at his waistband before slipping my hand under it to wrap around his hard cock. He’s huge. Like, no joke, my brain stutters for a second at the size of him. He leans back, watching my reaction, and a smug smile tugs at his lips.
His hand slides down, slow as a promise, slipping between my thighs. His fingers are so warm I nearly melt, deft and sure, finding the exact spot that makes me whimper. He presses one finger deep into my wet core and murmurs, “You’re so wet. So fucking perfect.”
I want to say something witty, but all I can manage is a moan.
Jay’s fingers work magic between my thighs, and my whole body just stops functioning.
He slides his finger deeper, curling it, finding that magic spot inside me that turns my world inside out.
My thighs clamp around his hand, and I arch up, desperate, shameless, while his thumb finds my clit and circles it with the perfect amount of pressure.
I’m pretty sure my brain is about to explode.
I actually make a noise like a dying cartoon character.
He grins, all wicked and dark, and slides another finger deep inside me, stretching me open in a way that makes my toes curl. My hips buck up off the bed, chasing it, and I can’t even care how insane I must look right now. I want him. I want all of him.
His mouth finds my nipple and sucks, teeth scraping just enough to make me gasp. He pumps his fingers faster, curling them, hitting that wonderful spot inside that makes me clutch at his hair and whimper.
“Oh my God, Jay, please, please, I need you inside me. Please.”
My voice is barely a sound. It’s so desperate I don’t even care. Pride left the building like ten minutes ago. Jay just grins, all dark and dangerous, and shoves his fingers deep one last time while pressing hard on my clit. I actually see stars. Maybe even a whole galaxy.
He pulls his hand away, and I whimper at the loss, but then his mouth is on mine, kissing me like he wants to own my soul. I grab at his shoulders, his neck, anything to anchor myself while my body is still sparking like a downed power line.
Jay kneels up, towering over me, and strips off his pants and boxers in one insane, sinful move. I nearly choke because holy cow. He’s even bigger than I thought. His cock is thick, long, flushed at the tip, and leaking already. My mouth literally waters just looking at it.
He teases me by sliding his cock slowly along my opening until I’m ready to scream, then finally, finally lines himself up and pushes in so slowly, I nearly lose my mind. He pauses and groans, deep and guttural, and the sound makes me clench around him.
He moves slowly at first, letting me get used to him. Every thrust is controlled, measured, but it doesn’t take long before we’re moving together, desperate for more.
The bed squeaks under us as Jay’s hips grind against mine, slow at first, then he picks up speed.
There’s nothing polite about it, nothing I could ever pretend is sweet or normal or even slightly under control.
He shoves in to the hilt, and my whole body goes electric.
My brain just fizzles out. Like, full-on factory reset.
Holy. Shit.
I arch up, digging my nails into his muscular shoulders just to have something to anchor me.
He braces a hand under my knee and lifts my leg up, opening me even wider, then fucks me so deep I see stars again.
When I finally come, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.
My whole body snaps tight, every muscle strung out and trembling.
I don’t even know my own name for a second.
I just clutch Jay’s biceps and ride out every last shockwave as his cock throbs deep inside me.
He groans against my neck, teeth scraping skin, and I swear I come a second time.
Maybe it’s just one long orgasm. Who knows at this point?
He thrusts several more times, then shudders as he comes, hips jerking wild and desperate. I feel every pulse, every shiver, and my brain turns into hot, happy static. I’m basically a human noodle now, limp and boneless and totally ruined in the best way.
For a few minutes, neither of us moves. Jay just holds me, his whole body bracketed over mine, breath hot on my collarbone. The only sound is our wild, tangled breathing. Jay’s hand strokes up and down my side. And I feel like I could float away.
He kisses my hair. “You okay?”
I can’t even speak. I just nod, grinning like a maniac. I burrow into Jay’s side and let the afterglow wash over me, my heart finally calm, my mind blissfully blank.