Impossible To Resist (BWWM Romance Book 1)(16)

“Not impossible, guarded,” A.J. stood, “and I think it’s best that I go.” She made it to the doorway to the living room before he moved.

Jared grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her up against the wall. He leaned in until they were nose to nose.

“Why are you so impossible?” Jared asked again, this time in little more than a whisper. “You are different. Beautiful and brilliant and…” Jared trailed off. “I want you, I want you for more than just a friend.”

A.J.’s breath caught in her throat. Something behind her eyes changed as they stood there, locked in a silent war. She challenged him with every breath, waiting for the punchline that he never delivered.

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

Jared took a breath before slanting his mouth on hers; he tugged at her lower lip gently, slid her wrist up the wall and over her head. He pressed his body against hers, a challenge to stop him, but she didn’t. A.J. submitted, even arched into the kiss. She moaned into his lips, a sound that drove him to deepen their connection. Jared pulled back, just enough to look into her eyes again.

“Do you believe me now?”

A.J. blinked at him. “No.”

“Then you can’t leave yet.” Jared pushed closer to her, covered her entire form with his body, and slid the hemline of her skirt up to just below her ass. “I’m not done convincing you. In fact, I think it’s going to take quite a while to properly convince you.”

He kissed her again and traced across her cheek, down her jawline to her neck. Jared released A.J.’s wrist and slid his hands down her body, relishing every curve until he reached the swell of her ass. He pulled the bottom of her dress up and grabbed her surprisingly bare ass with both hands. The knowledge that A.J., the object of his desire, wore a thong to their date was almost too much for Jared to take. He pressed his bulge against her thigh, and was rewarded with a gasp as A.J.’s hands grasped at his shoulders, slid a hand up into his hair and guided his head back to her neck.

Jared didn’t need to be told twice. He traced the curve of her neck with the tip of his tongue, relished the salt on her smooth, chocolate skin. Jared’s hands massaged A.J.’s ass, then slid down her thighs, supple beneath his callouses. He nibbled at her earlobe then worked his way back down to the tops of her breasts, just visible above the neckline of her dress.

Jared’s hands traveled around to A.J.’s back, searched out the zipper holding her dress in place and worked it down. He pulled the dress down and let it puddle at A.J.’s feet. She stood before him, clad only in a lacy black bralette and matching, barely-there thong. Jared stepped back to admire her body. His eyes roved over her, paused at her breasts and made sure she was watching him as he dropped to his knees before her.

Jared looked up her body into her eyes as he kissed up her inner thigh to the vee of her legs where he hovered briefly to toy with her before he worked up her flat, lightly muscled abdomen toward her breasts. His hands deftly unfastened A.J.’s bra and he cast it aside, not caring where it went so long as her breasts were released. They were even better than he imagined, firmer, larger, and with perfectly swollen nipples that teased him.

Jared pressed his face between her luscious, heaving breasts. He wrapped her legs around his waist in one smooth motion and moved toward his bedroom.

“Your leg.” A.J. exhaled and detached from his body, careful to avoid his leg as she dismounted. Instead, she slid an arm around his waist and leaned up to kiss him. “Don’t undo all the work we’ve done or I’ll be really pissed off.” She smiled coyly. “Now about that convincing…”

A long, low growl reverberated from deep in his chest. He led her back to the bedroom and shut the door behind them. Without a word, A.J. was on him. She tore at his shirt, popped off several buttons in her bid to remove it. Jared shrugged out of the ruined top as A.J. fumbled at his belt. Her breasts wobbled with every movement, teasing him until he couldn’t take it any longer. Jared’s hands flew to her ripe breasts, he massaged them, tugged at her hard nipples as she worked his pants off.

His hands slid down her sides and caused her to shiver. He pulled at the ties to A.J.’s thong until it fell to the floor in a heap of strings. He stepped out of his pants, kicked them away and A.J.’s eyes flared as she realized he wore no underwear at all.

Jared pushed A.J. toward the bed, propelled her backward until they fell on it, a heap of limbs struggling to gain the upper hand until Jared submitted and allowed A.J. to straddle him, her weight a welcome sensation on his chest. He could smell her, sweet, sticky and welcoming. Jared knew she was wet and longed to bury his face in her mound, to force her to watch him bring her to the very edge without sending her over. Not yet.

A.J. had other plans and dug her legs into either side of his torso to lock him in place. She dipped her face forward, tugged at his lower lip and seductively pulled at it, teasing him as he’d teased her. Jared reached for her breasts but again she silently shut him down, just pushed his hands to the bed and held them there while she toyed with him.

A.J.’s hair fell over his face, tickling his chin as she kissed along the corded muscles at his neck. She finally released his hands only to guide them to her hips, a reminder that A.J. remained in control. Jared pulled her closer, maneuvered her up his body until his tongue could reach her core. He entered her, held her in place while he licked and probed her velvety folds, pushing deeper with every moan that escaped her lips. A.J. rocked into him, muscles quaking as Jared pushed her further, closer to the edge until she began to quake.