Jess tipped her head to the side, moving her lips across his. Then, softly, she drew her tongue across his mouth. His lips parted for her, but he did nothing else, still waiting for her. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to delve further. Her tongue stroked his slowly, firmly, until she felt him groan. Then his hands slid into her hair, holding her head steady as he finally kissed her back. She rested her knee on the booth seat, her arms around his neck.
She had no idea how long they were sitting there, making out like two teenagers, until Trish said, “Don’t you have to get back to work, hon?”
Pulling away from Smitty, she looked at the waitress. Now Trish had on her coat, scarf, and hat. Meaning she’d cashed out, gotten her tips counted out and divvied up, and had time to change into warm clothes.
“Dammit!” Jess glared at Smitty and he shrugged.
“What did I do?”
She took off running but could hear him yelling behind her, “Tonight, darlin’.”
She got back to her office in less than five minutes. And to her great annoyance, Smitty had been right. Her team had covered for her and didn’t seem unhappy at all that she missed the meetings.
Man, she hated when he was right.
Smitty sauntered into the office and Mindy looked up, one eyebrow raised. “How nice of you to join us.”
He grinned back at her. “I know how y’all miss me when I’m gone.”
She laughed and went back to her paperwork while Smitty headed to his personal office.
Unlocking his office door, he flipped on the light and walked in. “Look who finally showed up?” Mace yelled from his office.
“I know you missed me, hoss. But you know I can’t handle it when you’re needy.”
“Shut up.”
Smiling, looking forward to his evening, Smitty sat down and turned on his computer to check his e-mail. After a few moments, he tapped on the rich mahogany desk before asking, “Why are you under my desk?”
“No reason,” his sister replied calmly.
“How’s your face?”
“Fine. Who knew Jessie Ann Ward had such a killer right hook?”
Smitty decided it was in his best interest not to mention he’d taught Jessie that right hook. “She’s just full of surprises.”
“Yeah.”
Pushing his chair back, he looked down at his baby sister. “Are you going to stay down there?”
Sissy checked her cell phone. “Just for a little while longer if that’s all right with you.”
“Sure,” he sighed. “Why not?”
CHAPTER 15
“Have you seen Kristan?” Johnny froze with the sandwich in his hands halfway to his mouth. Jess stood at the table drinking a Coke and watching him.
He cleared his throat. “She’s at the library.”
“On a Friday night?”
“Paper due.”
“Anything interesting?” And she seemed seriously interested.
Giving her complete eye contact, he replied, “I didn’t care enough to ask.”
She snorted in disgust. “I swear. You two. For all you know it could be a very fascinating topic.” She took another sip of her soda. “What about rehearsal?”
Still staring her in the eye like a psychopath, “After I eat. Then I’ll pick her up at the library.”
“Good. I don’t like her walking around the city alone.”
Jess brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead. “Thanks for watching out for her, Johnny.”
“That’s what Packmates do, right?”
“You’re learning, kid.”
She grabbed her parka, and Johnny casually asked, “You going back to work?” Not unusual. She worked a lot of hours and sometimes would even sleep at her office if she needed to. But instead of her usual, “What do you think?” Jess stared at him, straight in the eye, and slowly responded, “Yes, I’m going back to work.”
“Okay.”
“I’m going to do that now.”
“Okay.”
She stared at him a moment longer, then said, “Bye,” before escaping from the kitchen.
Weird, but Jess was weird. Pulling out his cell phone, he sent Kristan a text message:
U SO OWE ME.
In less than a minute she responded,
MEET U AT 9. BRINGING ICE CREAM.
He smiled and wrote back,
U BETTER.
Smitty opened his door. “You’re late.”
“You didn’t give me a time.”
“And what is it with you and that coat?”
“I love this coat.”
“It’s too big.”
“It’s not too big.”
Smitty took hold of the hood and pulled it down until it covered her face completely. “See? Too big.”
“Are you letting me in or are you going to keep abusing me in your doorway?”
Grabbing her by the too-big hood, he yanked her into his apartment.
“Hey!”
He unzipped her parka, spun her around, and yanked it off her back.
She stumbled forward. “What are you doing?”
“Abusing you inside my apartment instead of my doorway.” He grabbed her around the waist and tossed her across the room. “And now I’m gonna abuse you on my couch.”
Laughing, Jessie scrambled off the couch and took off running.
“You’re just making it worse for yourself ’cause you know I love the chase.” Slowly, Smitty followed after her. “I guess it’s time to pull out that firm hand we were talking about yesterday.”
Jess gripped the headboard, her knuckles turning white, her entire body bowing. Good God! The man had the most talented mouth she’d ever—
“God, Smitty.” She panted and writhed under him. Feelings so intense slamming through her, she tried to pull away. Smitty gripped her legs tighter, bending them back toward her chest and pushing them out so she was wide open to him.
Her hold on the headboard tightened, a sob catching in her throat. He slid two fingers inside her as his mouth continued to ravage her pussy. He found a spot inside her with his fingertips and rubbed it again and again until she exploded, her body quaking in climax, her muscles tightening.
She hadn’t even finished coming when Smitty was suddenly over her and in her. She gripped him tight, one arm around his neck, the other encircling his back. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at the base of his spine.
He kissed her, his body rocking against hers. His cock filling her up, feeling so good inside her.
“Hold me tighter, Jessie Ann.”
Jess did, enjoying the fact that he didn’t mind. That he didn’t feel trapped by it.
Again, he kissed her, his tongue stroking her like his cock. Their rhythm was effortless, like they’d been doing it forever.
Another climax tore through her, ripping her open, leaving her a groaning, sweating, panting mess on Smitty’s sheets.
When her eyes uncrossed, she found Smitty lying on top of her. Both of them drained. She stroked his sweat-drenched hair, enjoying his weight on top of her. His head on her breasts.
“Am I too heavy for you?” he was kind enough to ask.
“Nope.”
“Good. ’Cause I’m real comfortable.”
“Oh, well. As long as you’re happy.”
“Now you’re learning.”
She had no idea how long they stayed like that, holding each other. She drifted to sleep, and when she woke up a few hours later, they were on their sides, facing each other, their arms and legs intertwined.
Jess didn’t think Smitty was awake until, with his eyes still closed, he asked her, “You hungry?”
“Starving.”
Not bothering to open his eyes, he kissed her and placed his hand on top of her head. He started to push her under the covers and she slapped his hands away.