Reckless (Brazen #2)(11)

He fumbled with the condom wrapper, suddenly clumsy and inept. His fingers shook as he rolled the latex over his penis. But still, he held back.

Bending to one knee, he parted the damp folds of her pu**y and pressed his mouth to her center. She jerked and quivered as he licked and tasted her. She was ready for him.

Rising back up, he pulled her legs wider apart then positioned himself at her entrance. His thumb found her clitoris, so taut and rigid. As he began to gently manipulate the sensitive bundle, he thrust inside her.

She gasped and went rigid around him. Her body reacted, and her muscles seemed to protest and spasm. Her hands flew up to grip his upper arms, and her eyes were wide.

He frowned and cursed under his breath. He’d gone too fast.

“Did I hurt you, honey?” he asked in concern. “I’m so damn sorry.” She shook her head vehemently. “No, don’t stop. God, it feels so good, J.T. Love me please,” she begged.

There wasn’t a man alive who could refuse a plea like that. He slowly withdrew then plunged forward again.

She writhed underneath him, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him tighter against her.

He sank into her welcoming heat, and with each thrust, he felt like he was losing more of himself. It wasn’t just physical. He wished to hell it was. He wanted it to be lust, because then when she was ready to go he could let her without regret or a sense of loss.

But as he moved deeper into her body, he felt the pull in his chest. Right where his heart lay.

Then he looked into her eyes. There was want and need there. They shone with something, something he couldn’t quite describe, yet it instilled such an ache within him.

Did she feel it too?

Her movements became more frantic, and her eyes widened. He knew she was close, and he was determined that she go first. He reached down, finding her clitoris. With a gentle touch, he strummed at it as he slid forward again.

Her mouth opened, and he knew if he didn’t cover it, she was going to let out one hell of a scream. He almost didn’t make it in time. As he clamped his hand over her mouth, his other hand still plucking at her clit, she let out a hoarse yell. Her pu**y convulsed around him, sucking him wetly as she orgasmed.

He closed his eyes and ground his teeth together. Oh holy hell, this was big. Shit.

Every ounce of blood in his body raced to his cock, swelling outward. Pressure. God, the pressure.

The condom felt like a vise around his cock. He wanted to rip it off to alleviate the tightness. Harder he thrust. Frantically he pounded against her willing body until finally the unbearable pressure blew.

He exploded inside her, the head of his c**k damn near blowing off with the force of his orgasm. Mindlessly, he rocked against her, never wanting the feeling to end.

Nikki sucked in her breath as J.T.’s hand slid from her mouth. She wanted to cry out, to scream, but she bit her lip to keep silent. Never had she felt anything to equal their coming together. It was everything she’d dreamed it would be.

She glanced up at J.T. who gently slid out of her body. Their eyes met, and what she saw in his made her heart fall. Regret. Guilt. Everything but the loving acceptance she’d hoped to find.

“J.T.,” she said softly as she struggled to sit up on the desk.

He took her hand and helped her up, but he wouldn’t look at her.

“I’ll get your clothes,” he said in a low voice.

“J.T., look at me,” she pleaded.

He finally turned his head, and she saw the regret simmering in his dark eyes. But there was something else. Sadness? The pupils were dilated, overtaking the brown orbs and painting his eyes black.

“I’m not going to insult you by offering excuses, Nikki. It shouldn’t have happened, but I wanted it. I knew exactly what I was doing. But make no mistake. It can’t happen again.”

“Why?” she demanded. She pressed in close to him, uncaring of the fact she was still naked. Her pu**y was still throbbing from her orgasm, and she wanted nothing more than for him to take her in his arms.

“I’m not having a fling with you, Nikki,” he gritted out.

She tensed and tried to keep her anger and frustration at bay. “Who says it has to be a fling? Why can’t we have sex? We’re two adults, J.T. I’m not a child.”

“Maybe I’m not into casual sex,” he said calmly. “Maybe I’m at an age where I’m ready to settle down and find something more than a quick f**k.” She flinched and stepped back. “Quick f**k,” she said in a low voice. “Is that what I am, J.T.?” She couldn’t keep the pain from her voice. She wasn’t the woman he wanted to settle with. “I’m good for a blowjob and an easy lay, but not good enough for more.” Bitterness crept in. Invaded and slid over her with agonizing speed. Some things never changed in Barley. She’d been a fool to come back.

“That’s not what I said, Nikki,” he said patiently.

“You didn’t have to say it,” she whispered.

She yanked on her wet clothes, not caring how they looked. Without a backward glance at him, she unlocked his door and strode out to where her car was parked.

Her eyes were dry. She wouldn’t cry. Not over him. Her only consolation was that she hadn’t humiliated herself even more by blurting out her feelings.

J.T. shut the door so he could dress. He was standing in his office in the middle of the day, naked and still wearing a used condom.