Then he takes hold of my hand and slides it under the loose fabric at my hip, bringing it to just above my pubic bone.
“Tell me this, Kelsey, do you have your vibrator with you?”
I nearly choke on my own saliva as I shake my head.
“Big mistake,” he says. He shifts my hand lower until my fingers slide along my crease.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Fuck is right, babe,” he says, then passes his hand over mine and directs me to massage my clit. Unable to control anything at this point, I allow his hand to move mine. I spread my legs. “That’s right, make room. Tell me—how wet are you?”
On a heavy breath, I say, “Really wet.”
So wet.
Enough that I could spend no more than a minute getting myself off.
His voice, his hands, his possessive actions, they’re all setting me off, prepping me for what’s to come next.
And I want whatever it is.
He nibbles on my earlobe—yes, just like that, more of that—and a breathy moan falls past my lips. I want more. His hands on me. His mouth on me. His— He pulls my hand out of my shorts and pins it against the wall.
My eyes fly open, and when he pulls away, he looks me in the eyes and says, “I told you, you were fucking lying.” And then, with his heated chest pressing against mine, he sucks my fingers into his mouth. He runs his tongue along the digits, licking my arousal, and then quickly releases them with a pop.
Oh my God!
He pushes away, leaving me like a puddle on the wall.
“Lie to me again, and you won’t like what happens next time.” He licks his lips, my taste wet on them, and then he grabs his glass and walks back to his room, shutting the door behind him. Holy. Fuck.
Slowly, I slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the floor. I attempt to catch my breath as my heart beats wildly and my clit hammers with the need for release.
What . . . what was that?
I stare at his door and attempt to make sense of it all, but all my brain can come up with is . . . my body wants more.
My body wants him.
My body wants to charge through his door, strip down to nothing, and let him take charge.
I move my strap back up onto my shoulder and attempt to stand on wobbly legs. Using the wall for assistance, I walk back into the living room and grab my items before heading to my room, absolutely shook. I won’t be reading tonight.
My body might want him, but I know for certain, my heart doesn’t.
And his heart doesn’t want me.
I’ve seen the roulette of women on his phone, so I know I’m just a speedbump in his pursuit of pleasure.
He’s not for me. He’s the type of man who can deliver an orgasm that you’ll remember for the rest of your life, but he’ll break your heart in the long run.
Lust is an addiction.
But for me, love wins over lust, and I’m searching for love . . .
Kelsey: Lottie, things are not going well.
Lottie: What do you mean?
Kelsey: You have to swear you’re not going to tell Huxley.
Lottie: Of course I won’t. It’s a form of foreplay, keeping innocent things away from him. Drives him nuts. So, please, more secrets.
Kelsey: JP almost made me come.
Lottie: WHAT?
Kelsey: I know. God, too much backstory, but before I knew what was happening, he had me pinned against the wall, forcing me to massage my clit. I did it and then he sucked my fingers.
Lottie: What in the holy hell is happening over there? Plus, Huxley did that to me once, when we hated each other, remember? I told you about it. It’s the sexiest thing ever.
Kelsey: I nearly came when his mouth pulled on my fingers. Why . . . why is this happening?
Lottie: I told you not to wear those pajamas.
Kelsey: That’s not helpful. Lottie, I know he’s not the guy for me, I know this deep in my soul. But, God, I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I’d wanted to tonight. He has this control over me and I find myself just slipping into his touch. I completely lost who I was in that moment.
Lottie: You say that as if it’s a bad thing.
Kelsey: It is. I don’t want a one-night stand. I want to find love. JP is not a man who offers orgasms and companionship.
Lottie: How do you know that? Ever ask him?
Kelsey: Are you insane? I would never ask that. Plus, he’s all about one-night stands. Everyone knows that. I’m an easy grab for him. We’re sharing a place, alone . . . it was bound to happen.
Lottie: I think there’s more to JP than you know.
Kelsey: There is, but when it comes to relationships, trust me, I know. *deep breaths* I just need to refocus. I got sidetracked there for a second and, sure, it was nice, but I have that date with Derek on Friday. I need to focus on that.