“I’m going to work, even if I decide to go to school,” she said firmly.
“You’re working for me,” I reminded her.
“I need to start supporting myself, Jett,” she said stubbornly. “And cooking for you is not working for you. I have to eat, too. And I need to find my own place once I get my inheritance.”
“Don’t go there, Ruby,” I growled.
I understood the fact that she wanted to feel valuable by working and taking care of herself, but it was a hell of a lot more important for her to figure out what her goals were first.
“Okay. We’ll talk about it later. We could have sex instead,” she teased.
“Don’t go there, either,” I warned.
“Will you kiss me then?”
Every muscle in my body was tight as I looked at her sultry, hopeful expression.
There was no damn way I was going to say no.
I was getting bold.
But I was desperate.
I held my breath until Jett’s mouth came down on mine, sending a spark to every cell in my body.
Jett didn’t just kiss me. He owned everything he touched. I sank into his warmth, and opened to him because I wanted everything he was willing to give me.
He devoured me like a man who had been hungry for way too long, and I felt the same urgency as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
I needed him to give me something because my body was urging me to seek more.
Heat flowed between my thighs, and something inside me clenched, begging for something elusive I didn’t understand.
“Jett,” I gasped as he released my mouth and started nipping and licking at the sensitive skin of my neck.
I fell back on the couch as he moved next to me and over me with a powerful presence that made me even more desperate for him to make the painful need I was experiencing go away.
“I need…” I whimpered, my voice trailing off because I didn’t know exactly what I had to have.
“I know what you need, sweetheart,” he said in a husky voice beside my ear.
I shivered as his hand moved under my dress and up my thigh, making my skin burn with heat everywhere he touched.
I almost jumped out of my skin as his fingers moved my panties aside and met my wet sex.
“Look at me, Ruby,” he demanded.
Not realizing I’d closed my eyes, I opened them and immediately met his steely gaze.
“Don’t look away. I want you to remember who you’re with and not the past.”
Every touch, every word he spoke was so intense that I didn’t think my mind was going anywhere else. It couldn’t. I was mesmerized by Jett.
“Show me what I need,” I pleaded.
“This,” he rasped.
I moaned as I felt his strong fingers stroke over my clit.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he demanded.
Instinctively, I wanted to escape in the sensual world he was building, so it was hard to stay focused on his face.
His touch was gentle, but demanding. He explored me, and I let my legs fall apart, silently entreating for more.
My body was restless, searching for something just out of my reach as I lifted my hips and rubbed hard against his marauding fingers.
“I think I need you to fuck me,” I said in a breathless voice.
“No, you don’t,” Jett answered in a graveled voice. “Do you trust me, Ruby?”
“Yes,” I whimpered as I felt myself quivering with need. I had faith that Jett could take care of almost anything, including the fire he’d started inside me.
“Then close your eyes, remember that I’m right here, and let yourself feel everything. Don’t think about anything else except pleasure.”
My eyes slammed closed, thinking that if what he was doing was less intense, maybe my body would stop aching.
I fell into a darkness that only allowed me to feel the madness even more.
His strokes grew bolder and harder, giving me some of the rougher pressure I instinctively knew I needed.
“Please,” I cried out.
“Relax,” he crooned. “Just feel.”
“I feel too much,” I gasped out.
“Because it’s new. It’s not too much. You’re wet and you’re so ready to come.”
I felt him penetrate me with one of his fingers, and I mewled, my head starting to thrash with frustration.