away, closing the door behind him. Finally, Faith let out the breath she had been holding. A curious disappointment caused her to curl her hands into fists, and she went to relieve herself and drink some water, hoping it would cool the fever.
I wanted him to leave, didn’t I? So why the hell am I mad that he did? Jeez! I can be such a girl sometimes, she thought, frustrated with herself. Her body was tense with unspent lust, so she entertained the thought of breaking out her little Jack but ditched it almost immediately. She couldn’t handle the idea of getting herself off with the real deal next door, aroused, ready, and damned unavailable.
Settling herself back against the pillows, she switched on the television again and scrolled through the channels until she found something she was likely to watch for a bit longer, at least until he went to sleep. She didn’t know how she would find out if he was asleep, but she wasn’t going to run the risk of dropping off with it on and have him come in for a repeat performance. She didn’t know how she would withstand another assault on her senses― from a fully-aroused male in close proximity to a suddenly horny-assed female.
When she heard a shower going, she woke with a start. The connecting door was open again, and the faint light of dawn crept through it, and through the window above her bed. Jack must be showering. She glanced over at the clock and saw it was almost seven. She rushed out of bed. He had said he was leaving at eight, and she didn’t want to be the reason he left a minute later. After that moment last night, she didn’t want to be on his radar at all today, any more than she needed to be.
A quick shower, and she put on a pair of faded blue jeans and a t-shirt. She slipped flip-flops on her feet, her sunglasses on a makeup-free face, and she was ready ten minutes before the scheduled departure time. She sat demurely on the edge of her unmade bed and waited. Jack knocked and walked in.
“Let’s go,” he said and took her suitcase. He was wearing blue jeans, as well, and a muscle shirt that did not help her forget the image of his naked chest the night before. When she didn’t move, he turned back to her and said, “Unless you’re prepared to spend the whole damned day in bed getting fucked every which way to Sunday, you’d better get a move on.”
His voice was harsh, his words crude, and Faith knew he had been deliberately harsh because he was not unmoved by the currents between them. Although she thought it quite perverse of her, the idea that he wanted to spend all day in bed with her thrilled her.
She made the mistake of smiling at him, as she walked by him. Before she knew it, she was up against the wall. His hard body trapped her between it and him.
“You’re playing with fire, little girl!” She was shocked at the anger vibrating in his voice and bouncing off him in waves. “I’m not some boy you can tease, get that?”
Faith blanched on hearing his words, wondering why he was turning on her when it was perfectly clear that he wanted her, too. She hadn’t been the one walking around in the middle of the night with an erection big enough to distract anyone. Shame made her hot all over. She struggled against his hold, but he didn’t let go.
“How dare you!” she exclaimed on a wave of indignation. “I wasn’t the one who was teasing last night! And I’m not teasing now!” She shoved against him, and when he didn’t move, she snarled at him, “Let go of me, you bully!”
Both of them were breathing hard, and in a small corner of her mind, she wondered why. Neither of them were doing anything more strenuous than turning the other on and getting all hot and bothered about it. She turned her face up to his and watched his head descend. I shouldn’t let this happen. Not again. Aside from the whole tease accusation,
I wanted him to leave, didn’t I? So why the hell am I mad that he did? Jeez! I can be such a girl sometimes, she thought, frustrated with herself. Her body was tense with unspent lust, so she entertained the thought of breaking out her little Jack but ditched it almost immediately. She couldn’t handle the idea of getting herself off with the real deal next door, aroused, ready, and damned unavailable.
Settling herself back against the pillows, she switched on the television again and scrolled through the channels until she found something she was likely to watch for a bit longer, at least until he went to sleep. She didn’t know how she would find out if he was asleep, but she wasn’t going to run the risk of dropping off with it on and have him come in for a repeat performance. She didn’t know how she would withstand another assault on her senses― from a fully-aroused male in close proximity to a suddenly horny-assed female.
When she heard a shower going, she woke with a start. The connecting door was open again, and the faint light of dawn crept through it, and through the window above her bed. Jack must be showering. She glanced over at the clock and saw it was almost seven. She rushed out of bed. He had said he was leaving at eight, and she didn’t want to be the reason he left a minute later. After that moment last night, she didn’t want to be on his radar at all today, any more than she needed to be.
A quick shower, and she put on a pair of faded blue jeans and a t-shirt. She slipped flip-flops on her feet, her sunglasses on a makeup-free face, and she was ready ten minutes before the scheduled departure time. She sat demurely on the edge of her unmade bed and waited. Jack knocked and walked in.
“Let’s go,” he said and took her suitcase. He was wearing blue jeans, as well, and a muscle shirt that did not help her forget the image of his naked chest the night before. When she didn’t move, he turned back to her and said, “Unless you’re prepared to spend the whole damned day in bed getting fucked every which way to Sunday, you’d better get a move on.”
His voice was harsh, his words crude, and Faith knew he had been deliberately harsh because he was not unmoved by the currents between them. Although she thought it quite perverse of her, the idea that he wanted to spend all day in bed with her thrilled her.
She made the mistake of smiling at him, as she walked by him. Before she knew it, she was up against the wall. His hard body trapped her between it and him.
“You’re playing with fire, little girl!” She was shocked at the anger vibrating in his voice and bouncing off him in waves. “I’m not some boy you can tease, get that?”
Faith blanched on hearing his words, wondering why he was turning on her when it was perfectly clear that he wanted her, too. She hadn’t been the one walking around in the middle of the night with an erection big enough to distract anyone. Shame made her hot all over. She struggled against his hold, but he didn’t let go.
“How dare you!” she exclaimed on a wave of indignation. “I wasn’t the one who was teasing last night! And I’m not teasing now!” She shoved against him, and when he didn’t move, she snarled at him, “Let go of me, you bully!”
Both of them were breathing hard, and in a small corner of her mind, she wondered why. Neither of them were doing anything more strenuous than turning the other on and getting all hot and bothered about it. She turned her face up to his and watched his head descend. I shouldn’t let this happen. Not again. Aside from the whole tease accusation,
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