Page 20 of The Hate Date
“Huh?” He looks puzzled, then looks over at his tool caddy. “Oh… No. You got the wrong idea. I own this studio. That’s what I meant earlier when I said I built it.”
I’m shocked and my mouth falls open to prove it. “What?”
He shrugs. “Assumptions.”
Point taken.
At the very least, his comment gives me perspective. I can’t expect from him what I don’t give back. I relax a bit more and allow myself to take comfort in our newfound connection.
“You’re not married, are you?” Feeling a bit naughty, I reach over and grab his other hand to check for a ring. What I don’t anticipate is this position has me leaning over him in my corset top. I’m inches away from a full-blown motorboat. Talk about giving mixed signals. Apparently, I’m the queen.
He tries desperately not to look down my top. Instead he wiggles the fingers of his left hand. “Never married. No kids. No time. Workaholic.”
The energy between us buzzes.
He bores a hole into my soul with those hypnotic eyes.
“Clover,” he practically growls.
“JJ,” I whisper.
“What are we doing?” He reaches for my waist. Tugs me closer.
I tilt my head up. He leans down to meet me, slanting to press his lips against mine. Soft. Pliable. Velvety.
A feeling of rightness consumes me.
My mouth opens and I let him in. He sucks on my tongue to lure it into a dance with his. We tango. Rhumba. Waltz. At some point, I climb aboard and straddle him to get closer. I chalk it up to the fact I’ve never kissed anyone with such intensity. Expertise.
It’s an all-encompassing devouring, which feels like possession.
We continue this way for a while until my lungs are on fire and I must come up for air.
Or, get my bearings.
Either way.
“That was...” He cups my ass. Squeezes.
“Intense,” I whisper. “Best. Kiss. Ever.”
There’s something about him that is so magnetic. It’s more than chemistry. It has to be.
He raises his knees and scoots me back a bit so I’m leaning against them. Using his thumb, he swipes my lip gently. Studies me. Smiles. “Best. Kiss. Ever.”
“You don’t have to say that, JJ.” I feel shy. Exposed.
His hands grip my waist. Work their way down to my hips. I sigh happily.
“There’s nowhere I’d rather be.” He sits up. Presses his forehead to mine. “I never say anything I don’t mean. Trust me on that.”
It’s all I can do not to nuzzle him. “This is getting a little…”
“Heated.” He latches his lips on to a sensitive spot behind my ear. Licks. Nips.
Each swipe of his tongue feels like a liquid inferno. My pussy aches with need. I know in this moment I’m going to live my life to the fullest and fuck this guy. Right here in the elevator. Cameras and all.
And I don’t care.