The One I Want

by Scott, S. L.

  “I am. I just want to commit this to memory to add to my file.”

  “What is that?”

  “How gorgeous you are the first time I kissed you.” Just as she sighs sweetly, I close my eyes and press my lips to hers. Plush and accepting, her lips caress mine, and then they part for our tongues to meet.

  We’d been good about keeping our distance in such a way that it was platonic, but it wasn’t because I didn’t want this. It’s because I didn’t allow myself the chance to give in, to follow a desire I’ve had since the moment we met.

  The dance starts slow with our tongues and then works its way through our embrace. It’s the way her hands roam my back and her lips start to claim ownership that has me pressing my hips against her, needing to stake claims of my own.

  She pushes me back, stealing enough space to slip away. Hurrying through the entry, she reaches the living room and spins to face me again. Like a siren, beckoning me to her, I cover the distance in three enormous steps, sweep her into my arms, and head toward the bedroom.

  “Living room. Kitchen, and I can’t wait to show you the bedroom.” The tour is fast, but neither of us seems to care.

  “Alrighty then.” Her laughter fills my ears as the dim light from the lamps welcoming me home shines like stardust in her eyes. She says, “Let the record show that you actually swept me off my feet the first time you called me babe.”

  “You liked that, Babe?” I kiss her lips.

  “I do. I like being your babe.”

  “I like being your Drew.”

  She caresses my face, her smile growing. “I really like this friendship, especially if it comes with benefits.” When she bites that bottom lip, I kick off my shoe before I even set her on the bed.

  “Oh yeah?” My gaze follows her every move. “What else do you like, babe?”

  She stretches with her eyes fixed on mine. “I like you looking at me like I’m a steak, and you’re famished.”

  I yank the tie from my neck. “So fucking famished.” I lean down and kiss her because fuck, if I don’t touch her in some way, I’ll blow my load just from looking at her. I lift and take a step back from the mattress, needing to slow things down and take care of her first.

  But then she had to tease me with her foot. She rubs my hard dick, and then says, “You’re not going to leave me alone on this bed, are you?”

  Her hair of golden and brown strands flows in waves across the dark blue blanket, the night covering her in moonlight. I thought I’d seen beauty in the sun setting on the water’s horizon, in the snowy peaks of the Swiss Alps, or feeling the rain cool me after a run through the city. That wasn’t beauty. That was a gift from nature.

  This woman is stunning, like nothing in nature can compare.

  Juniper Jacobs steals my time during the day, causing my nights to be jealous. Not tonight. “Tonight, you’re mine.” I lean over her, and whisper, “Only mine,” before kissing her again and pulling her into a deep embrace.

  When our breaths are heavy, and our hands are frenzied to feel heated skin, she says, “That’s what I want to be, Drew. Yours.”

  22

  Drew

  “Ahhh.”

  That damn moan of hers after slipping off her shoes has me rock hard and undressing even quicker. Like in the elevator earlier, the sound stirs everything inside me. Then I was so close to kissing her neck, rubbing her hips, and pulling her back so she could feel how she affects me.

  Now, I’m about to.

  Lying on the bed with her arms spread wide, she says, “It feels glorious to take those off. I love those shoes, but twelve hours is torture.”

  “I’d have to agree, but for different reasons.” I keep working on the buttons of my shirt, about to rip the fuckers off, when she props up on her elbows.

  Not ashamed to stare at each button as it comes undone, she smirks before her gaze slides up my chest to meet my eyes. “What are your reasons?”

  “It’s torture when you wear them around me. I struggle to think about anything besides how those shoes would feel on my back when your legs are wrapped around me.” She falls back as if she needs more room to breathe than she was getting in the other position. “You know what else tortures me on the daily?”

  “What?” she breathes out heavily, her lids hanging low as her body wriggles. In that position, it’s easy to imagine her hand dipping between her legs to seek relief. Fuck.

  I move to undo my pants and give my cock more room to expand. “Your tight skirts, the ones that tease me when you bend over, or are so tight, you can’t stand without relying on me.”

  Folding her hands behind her head, she asks, “So you like the damsel in distress act?”

  “No. I just like the damsel herself.” I pull my shirt down over my shoulders and then tug my undershirt over my head, tossing them both to the side of the bed. Bending down, I kiss her lips and then lower to that delicate curve of her neck that was teasing me earlier. “Mmm.” I give the craving a sound, wanting her to feel my vibration against her skin.

  The tips of her fingers weave through my hair and then clasp together, holding me where she wants me. Tilting to the side, I kiss behind her ear. Intoxicated by the perfume scenting her skin, I’m urged to explore even more of her.

  The frenzy of earlier has calmed, and though I don’t want her any less, I like that this pace feels natural for us. Did I expect anything other than unique with Juni? No, that’s why I find her so sexy. That and when she whispers, “Don’t hold back. I want you, Drew.”

  “I want you so much.” Anchoring her knee to my side, I push her skirt down that leg until it puddles at her hip and then wedges between her legs. Too many clothes still divide us, but she’s so enticing that it’s hard to go slow. Discovering what drives her wild is part of the fun. When I lift, I discover a small smile on her face. “What is it?”

  Her fingers dance through the hair on my chest, and she says, “I’m happy.”

  The simple and direct words hold so much more weight than I’d expect. She’s happy. She’s happy to be here, to be with me, to be moving from friendship to more with the act of sex to bridge the leap.

  But in her words, I find I feel that as well. “I’m happy.” Sure, it slows things down that were heating up, but I can tell her how I feel without it changing what’s happening now. That’s Juni. She runs off her emotions and whims and deserves to know how she’s made me feel. “You make me happy, Juni.”

  While her fingers spin my chest hairs, she reaches up with the other hand and runs it along the side of my neck, grasping in the back. “I think we’ve had a breakthrough, Mr. Christiansen.”

  “You do excellent work, Dr. Jacobs.”

  Through a giggle, she adds, “I like that you have hair on your chest. You’re definitely all man, Drew.” Her hands round my shoulders, and she pulls me down to her again. We kiss and become more intimately acquainted when we start grinding together.

  In everyday life, Juni is funny, a bit quirky, and definitely entertaining. She wears clothes that cover most of her body and makes no apologies for being who she is. In this bedroom, in my bedroom, the humor is stripped away, revealing someone not afraid to take what she desires. I’m just the lucky bastard she wants.

  The vixen.

  I stand to strip down my pants and toss my socks to I don’t know where. Who the fuck cares? I feel alive for the first time in years because of this woman. I don’t want to waste a damn second not focused on thanking every inch of her body.

  She unzips her skirt at the hip, and when it puddles to the floor, her sweater comes over her head. She climbs back on the bed, moving toward the upholstered headboard. Resting her head on a pillow, she lies in a bra and matching underwear.

  The red against her pale skin is something naughty that feels opposite of the outfit she was wearing. “Did you dress for me?”

  Her body squirms in reaction, arms raising above her head and thighs sliding together. “Would you be mad if I said I did?” Her tone is t
easing like that little grin on her face.

  “Only mad that it took all day to see you like this.” In just my boxers, I climb on the bed and settle over her.

  With a nudge of my knee, her legs butterfly open as an invitation to get closer. I hold myself over her, kissing her, but my hips thrust enough to get her body begging for more. When her moan escapes, I capture it on my tongue and kiss her again, consuming her breath, her moans, and her need.

  She kisses and then whispers, “Every day, I dress for you.”

  “Like a present waiting to be unwrapped.”

  Her smile blooms again as I pull the lace cup of her bra down and take her nipple into my mouth. “Drew . . .” My name comes on the edge of a breath, and I suddenly miss her calling me Mr. Christiansen. I’ll save that role-play for the office.

  Her pussy rubbing against my dick makes me crave her even more. Jagged breaths pant against my ear, and I start grinding against her again.

  She makes it hard to focus when her scent and sounds captivate my senses. Lowering the other cup, I take but a second to admire her great tits before I kiss each hard bud and scoot down the bed.

  I kiss her belly and then her hip. Looping the tips of my fingers around the lace sides of her underwear, I look up, and say, “I need you naked.”

  “Do you want to take turns—”

  “Now.”

  The abrupt answer doesn’t faze her, and she licks her lips. “Yes, sir.”

  “Fuck it.” I rip the lace on one side and then the other to the sound of her fits of giggles.

  The tips of her fingers scratch lightly against my scalp, and she says, “Those cost over a hundred and fifty dollars.”

  “I’ll replace them,” I reply with my face between her thighs. Her legs are clamped around me, and when I kiss her skin to move forward, she loosens them, allowing me entrance.

  Tipping my tongue between her wet lips, I taste her and cover my nose in her scent. A swipe and then flick has her arching her back. But I want more. I want all of her body to react. I enter her slow and steady, pinning her hips to the mattress as her fingertips drag along my biceps.

  I kiss her pussy, staying there until she can’t sit still, pushing her buttons and drinking her up. When my tongue fills her entrance, she pushes her hands against my head. I look up, but she shoves me back down. “Don’t stop.”

  Her legs clamp around my head as I thrust inside her to work her body until it’s on the edge of a release. Using my shoulders, I wedge her legs apart and am granted the sound of her sexy little moans. “Please,” falls off the tip of her tongue as I fuck her with my mouth.

  When my hair is pulled, and she sucks in a harsh breath, I replace my tongue with a finger. First one and then another, her body aching, writhing as she begs for more. “I want you. I want you . . .”

  Dragging my tongue on the inside crease of her leg, I kiss her, fucking her with my fingers until her back arches and her head’s thrown back. Her body tenses as she sucks in another sharp gasp, and then she trembles around me and releases—pent-up tension, jagged breaths, and then falls to the bed. “Oh my God,” she says, her breathing erratic and her heart pounding. Her eyes are still closed, but she adds, “That felt amazing.”

  I may have brought many women to orgasm over the years, but seeing the satisfaction on Juni’s face makes me feel incredible. She’s mine to please. And I will, as one orgasm is not enough for this beautiful girl.

  I kiss her belly and then cover each breast again, working my way to her mouth. Our lips embrace, and our tongues taste as my heart races. Pulling myself away, I reach to the nightstand, open the drawer, and grab some condoms. I’m not sure I’ll need four tonight, but I’m happy to put the effort in.

  I’m quick to remove my boxer briefs, but she takes her time to remove her bra. I have a feeling she’s still steeping in the bliss of the orgasm she just had. Those curves she’s teased me with through clothes, the baggy ones that hid her altogether, do nothing compared to seeing her bare before me.

  Watching me rip open a foil packet, she asks, “You don’t want me to—”

  “I do, but later. Right now, I just want to be inside you.”

  Her fingertips graze around my ears, and she drags her tongue over her bottom lip. “I want that, too, but I want to be on top.”

  I move to my back, and say, “Come on then.”

  She anchors herself on top of me. “Are you ready?” Secure in her own need, she hasn’t asked how many partners I’ve had or worried about what happens in the morning. She’s here in the present, taking what she wants and giving me what I need.

  “So ready.”

  Planting her palms on my chest, she kisses me once on the lips, licks them, and then lifts back up. When I’m positioned, she slowly slides down, then stops to take a breath. Moving again, she exhales until she’s seated at the base of my dick. Holy. Shit. She feels so good.

  Her heat engulfs me.

  The sight of her bare tits.

  The shape of her hips.

  Her hourglass waist inspires me to run my hands up and then back down again. With her eyes closed, she takes in a few deep breaths before she lifts and slides down again.

  Seated at the base of my dick, she leans forward to kiss me again and then angles to my ear, and whispers, “Show me why you’re CEO, Mr. Christiansen.” Oh, fuck! She knows how to get me going.

  Fast as lightning, she doesn’t know what hits her when I flip her to her back and start fucking her. “God, yes. So dirty,” she says, her pleasure punctuated with each word. Her eyes close, and her body opens. She becomes everything as I get lost in the feel of her around me, taste the sweat on her glistening skin, and make love so she’ll never forget this night.

  A push and pull, I thrust and give. She takes and gives back even better. “Harder,” she pleads.

  Taking her wrists, I hold them against the headboard as I fuck her with everything we’ve been through—the good times we’ve had, my bad moods, her ass in that skirt, and when she arches that eyebrow to challenge me. Our rhythm is found, but it’s too much for me to hold back. “Fuck.” I come to the sound of our bodies sliding together and the melody of her moans.

  Just as I release, she comes until her body sinks into the mattress with me on top. Our breaths are heavy but align. When I fall to the side of her, she exhales, and then a giggle comes out. With her arm draped over her head, she turns to look at me. Her eyes are bright, the green shining, and she wears a smile that reaches deep into my heart, evoking my own. “I could get used to this.”

  “If I have my way,” I say through uneven breaths, “you will. So much that you’ll be bored stiff.”

  She rolls toward me, and her hand dips under the covers. “Speaking of stiff . . .”

  Whoever said paybacks are hell hadn’t met Juni.

  We lose another hour before she’s lying next to me. “It’s late,” she says, her eyes dipping closed.

  I kiss her because I can. Her lips and eyelids, her neck and toes. I’d kiss her all night, every inch of her if she’d let me. Though I have to admit she’s not arguing with it now.

  Her hand comes around the back of my head, and she holds me close. Whispering, she says, “You never told me what your prize is for calling jinx earlier.”

  “I didn’t need a prize. I have you in my life.”

  With her arms wrapping around me, she kisses me with the same devotion I’ve just shown her entire body. “You say the sweetest things.”

  “I say what I feel for you.”

  “It’s mutual.” One more kiss is placed on my cheek before she closes her eyes again.

  This time, sleep sweeps her away, leaving me no choice but to whisper, “Sweet dreams.”

  23

  Drew

  Thump.

  Thump.

  Thump.

  Pounding in my head drags me from a peaceful sleep. I fight to remain in the fuzzy state, warm from Juni being next to me, my body still exhausted from having sex again just p
ast two. But efforts fail as the sound of trumpets blaring from a mariachi band win this round. Slamming my arm on the side of the mattress, I growl, “That’s it!”

  I roll to my side to apologize. “Sorry. It’s my annoying neighbor and their nighttime cooking concerts.”

  At least one of us can sleep through anything. Or I just wore her out. I’ll take the credit.

  Last night was nothing less than spectacular. And I’m not just talking about the sex, though that was as well. I can’t pinpoint the moment I knew I wanted to be with Juni because if I think about it, I believe the attraction was bubbling under the surface all along. Were we fooling ourselves that we could remain friends? Wasting time having conversations about remaining platonic? It seems that way, and now we’ve boiled over.

  There’s no going back from here.

  I don’t harbor regrets when it comes to the past couple of weeks because in the scheme of things, we figured it out pretty damn fast. So I don’t have a complaint regarding how we got here. It’s figuring out where we go from this point on now that we know we’re more than we once intended.

  I lean forward to kiss her head, but my lips end up pressed to a pillow. When I reach out to touch her, though, the bed is empty. That’s odd.

  I turn toward the bathroom. The light’s still out, but the faintest of lights is slipping down the hall. I flip the covers off and land on my feet. Grabbing my boxers from the floor, I slip them on and head for the door.

  The music is louder, and the sound of a pan scraping against the metal grate reaches my ears. The scent of cumin and the onions cooking fills the air. I keep walking until I see the light of the kitchen shining bright against the backdrop of night.

  The smell of the food.

  The beat of the song.

  The hour.

  All is too familiar.

  I rub my eyes, making sure I’m not imagining things or trapped in a nightmare. I see her first—a white T-shirt that looks like one of mine. Her hair is down and the strands a mess from rolling around in the bed. She’s incredibly sexy. If she wanted to distract me, she’s doing an excellent job.