“Too old to sleep on the floor. What about you?”
“Twenty-five.”
His eyes widened and he laughed. “Really? You don’t look it.”
“I know. People always guess mid-thirties.”
“No they don’t. You look maybe…twenty. I’m two years older than you.”
“Worst fault?” she asked.
“Too modest.”
She chuckled.
“What about you?” he asked.
“Too trusting.”
“Ah.”
“But pretty soon my worst fault is going be eating a jar of strawberry jam at one sitting. I’ll probably be sick and that will be the end of that craving.”
“Do we know one another well enough now?” he asked.
“Well enough for what?” But she knew.
“I’m desperate to kiss you.” He gave her a little smile.
“How desperate?”
His smile grew brighter. “Deeply, madly, desperately desperate.”
Jai edged closer until his head was on her pillow and then he slipped his hand to her neck and stroked the line of her chin.
“I want…” He licked his lips and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he stared at her. “Hell, I want this moment to last forever. This anticipation, this not-knowing, this…before the kiss.”
“Good idea,” she whispered. “Cos when it’s crap, at least we had that.”
He mock growled. “My kiss is going to knock your socks off.”
“Not wearing any.”
“See?”
“What about that worst fault of yours? Too modest.”
He gave her a cheeky grin. “I could have said my kiss is going to make you come but I think we already covered that one.”
One quick, gentle brush of his lips over hers and Summer was swept away in an instant, as if she’d stepped into the surf and the sand had dropped from beneath her feet and she’d been dragged out to sea. It had actually happened to her on Reñaca Beach in Chile and a boat had to rescue her, but somehow this was more frightening.
“Guh,” she mumbled.
“Yeah, guh indeed.” He smiled against her cheek. “This has to be the best idea in the world and the very worst because we can’t do a damn thing except kiss.”
That calmed her. Kissing, that’s all. I can survive kissing. Possibly. She might end up a wet puddle on the floor but it would be worth it.She’d always thought it was dangerous to be attracted to beauty because it overwhelmed your senses. Maybe he was crap in bed. Maybe ugly men were great in bed because they had more to prove. Although good-looking guys would have had more practice, so maybe that wasn’t true. Oh hell.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he said.
“Maybe the kiss will be a disaster,” she whispered. “You might be one of those guys who stick their tongues so far down a girl’s throat it chokes them, or maybe you go at it like a woodpecker with hard, fast jabs, or even worse, you might have a slobbery tongue like a Boxer.”
He pulled back and his eyes narrowed.
“Oops. Sorry.” She winced.
“I clearly have to make this the best kiss you’ve ever had.”
“I’d appreciate that but I should warn you, I’m very hard to please.”
“Good thing I work well under pressure.”
His fingers threaded through her hair at the back of her neck and twisted the strands. “Are you going to do the same for me? Give me the kiss of a lifetime? For all I know you might be one of those girls who draws blood or maybe you stop moving and just lie there like a frozen corpse or,” he gave a gasp of shocked horror, “perhaps you’re a grunter.”
She knew he was teasing but her heart pounded faster. Now she was petrified he’d think she was crap at kissing. She’d been trying to lighten the moment and instead had supercharged it with potential energy.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ve got it. No blood, lots of movement and definitely no grunting.”
“No hard, fast or long thrusts…I take it that only applies to my tongue?” He smirked. “And no slobbering. We good to go? Because I don’t think I’ve ever spent so long talking about doing this. I usually just go for it.”
“You were the one who wanted the moment to last forever,” she whispered.
“Yeah, but now I can’t wait.”
Jai pulled her closer until they were plastered together from head to toe in a tangle of foil sheets. He kept his hand on the back of her neck as their mouths moved nearer. Summer slid an arm around him onto his back, and his muscles rippled under her fingers. Their lips were so close she could only breathe the apple-sweet air he exhaled. When Jai used the tip of his tongue to trace the shape of her mouth, she thought she’d spontaneously combust.
She trembled and clutched at his shirt as he pressed his lips more firmly against hers. He sucked at her upper lip then her lower, and she did the same to him. It was as if she’d dived deep into the ocean with too much weight on her belt. All she could do was go down and down.
His tongue teased, then invaded and in turn possessed her mouth. He explored in slow, sensual glides that made her glad she was lying flat because there was no way her legs would have kept her upright. His groan into her throat vibrated through her body and when he pulled back for air, Summer took the chance to do some exploring of her own, trailing her tongue over his teeth, his upper palate, the inside of his cheeks until their tongues rolled and tangled together and they were kissing as if it were the last thing they’d ever do.
Fast and hard shifted to slow and gentle and back again, time after time. They threaded their fingers in each other’s hair and kissed and kissed and kissed. The ache in her core compelled her to rock against him, and when the hard outline of his cock pressed at the junction of her thighs, she shuddered with need. Liquid heat rampaged through her, racing down her throat to her breasts to harden her nipples and intensify the sensation of the piercings, while desire coiled tighter and tighter in her belly, making the muscles of her sex clench and release.
“Summer.” He eased back and whispered her name as if it was a prayer and the sound of his voice made her melt against him.
He pulled the foil blankets higher so they were hidden from view as they continued to kiss. She clutched him as hard as he clutched her and sensed the same desperation in him to move as she felt. They couldn’t. Not here. They could only kiss.
It was a kiss like no other she’d ever had, the passion of a teenage kiss but with adult expertise. She copied him, led him, played with him. Mouths open, mouths closed, they consumed each other in a greedy binge and teased each other with whisper-soft touches so passionate in their gentleness, something verged on the point of shattering inside her. He kissed her neck, licked her ears, nibbled the line of her chin before returning to her mouth while an electric storm raged inside her, building in intensity with every second that passed.
When he pulled back, gasping, she ran a wet tongue down the column of his throat and sucked gently at his Adam’s apple until he groaned. She kissed every part of his face, tasting all of him, investigating the different textures of his skin—the rough bristle of his jaw, the hard lines of his cheekbones, the soft skin under his eyes, the wrinkles in his forehead and then back to his talented lips.
Summer had never kissed like this, had never been kissed like this, had never felt so much from just a kiss. Jai slid his hands up her neck to cradle her head, changed the angle of his mouth and still he kissed her. Their tongues twisted and fought and played and teased and caressed until they were panting into each other’s mouth, struggling for breath, but unable to stop, arms around each other, bodies rocking together because it was impossible to keep still.
For the first time in her life, Summer understood what made strangers leap into bed with each other. She’d always been sensible. She’d never slept with a guy on the first or second date. She’d rolled her eyes when others did it. She’d never left the dance floor to come back disheveled from some dark corner of the clu
b or the bathroom but she understood now, she really did. This wasn’t something she could resist. It just had to be.
Okay, not right this minute on the airport floor, but she’d already come when he stroked her hand, and his kiss had wound her so tight she—oh fuck.
One hard grind of his cock against just the right part tipped her over. She gulped and whimpered against his mouth and he pressed his hand to the back of her headto hold them together, to muffle the sounds she was making.
“Sorry, sorry,” she whispered and he laughed.
He lifted the foil blanket, glanced around and then pulled it back over their heads.
“Please don’t tell me we have an audience,” she said.
“Only a lady with a polishing machine who’s worn a hole in the floor.”
She stiffened and he laughed. “I’m kidding. There’s no one around.”
“I suppose if we got arrested we’d get beds.”
“That’s possible but on the other hand, we wouldn’t be in one together.” He stared at her in the half-light. “So…”
“So…” she repeated.
“Kiss okay or not? Where do I rank? I need to know. I’m feeling very insecure. You seemed to have some sort of problem toward the end that I assume was my fault.”
“Don’t smirk.”
“It’s hard not to.”
“Try harder.”
He blinked. “Am I good kisser?”
“You’re up there with Winston,” she said.
His brow creased. “Who’s Winston?”
“He’s my parents’ long-haired miniature dachshund. He does give the most amazing kisses, but I think you just outdid him.”
“I am not going to think about you French-kissing a dog. Although I can do something a dog can’t do.”
He slid his hand between the sweater and her dress onto her breast, and when he brushed her piercing, they both moaned. Her nipple was already hard and as he played with the piercing through the material, it triggered the return of the familiar sensation between her legs. Oh god, he’s going to kill me. He kissed her again, his hand sandwiched between their bodies, and Summer writhed against him, sure her heart would explode.
“Are you trying to make me come in my pants? You’re a very naughty girl. If we were anywhere but a floor in a public area, I’d show you what I do to naughty girls, but I think I have to forget the punishment and go straight to the reward.”
She wasn’t sure what he was talking about until she felt his fingers creeping under her dress.
He put his mouth against her ear. “You can’t move, you can’t make a sound or you’ll get us arrested.”
She let out a little whimper.
“You’re not allowed to do that either.”
His hand moved higher up her thigh and her lungs locked. When he slipped his finger under the edge of her soaked panties, he groaned.
“You’re not allowed to make a sound either,” she said.
“Did I make a sound? I didn’t hear it.”
When he slid his finger between her legs, her lungs stopped working.
“Oh hell, you’re pierced there? I’m going to explode. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re so wet and hot.” He pressed his mouth against her ear. “And shaved. Do you have any idea how much I want to see you naked?”
He moved his head back to look at her. Summer could hardly keep her eyes open. She brought her hand to her mouth and bit down on her knuckle. Every one of her senses was rioting. When his finger brushed the swollen folds of her sex, she began to shake. His touch, the catch in his breath, the look in his eyes drove her wild.
“Put your leg over mine,” he murmured, “and move that hand from your face.”
Summer slid her arm around his neck and her leg over his hip and he smiled. It would take very little to tip her over the brink—again. He pushed his hand into the top of her panties and let his fingers slip down until his middle finger rested over her clit.
He circled the little nub of sensitive tissue with the tip of his finger and she rocked into him, instinctively pushing him into the speed and touch she needed.
“Summer.”
The soft whisper of her name sent her soaring. Her back arched and he moved to pull her close, pressing his mouth to hers to catch her sob as wave after wave swamped her body. Oh god, I’ve wet his hand. Don’t let it freak him out.
As the contractions died away to leave her boneless, Jai pulled back to look at her. “No one’s ever done that with me before. You are so fucking sexy, and I… Sorry.”
He squirmed out from under the blanket and Summer turned to see him race into the washrooms. She rolled onto her back and laughed.
Chapter Five
Jai flung himself into a stall, struggled with the button on his pants and eased his cock free. Erect with no artificial help or by his own hand. He smiled. Part of him wanted to make himself come fast, he was so close, but the other part of him wanted to at least take a moment to enjoy it. Too long spent pleasing Saul and Marta had made him think he couldn’t respond like a normal guy, but Summer had proved him wrong.
That fucking kiss.
He’d poured everything into it and it had been one of the most exciting and erotic things he’d ever done. No way had she guessed he was inexperienced at kissing. Maybe he’d been waiting for Summer. He wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, dragged them up and over his crest, then screwed up his face as his balls tingled.
Oh god. One fucking stroke? He was an idiot to think he could go slowly. He needed fast—now. A stray thought about pushing himself into Summer filled his head, and if he hadn’t pressed on his balls on the downward slide that would have been it. The same rapid speed as when he was a horny teenager. But he knew he needed to come good and hard or he’d still be racked with lust when he lay back beside her on the floor. The night was going to be uncomfortable enough as it was.
He shoved his pants and boxers down so he didn’t end up doing what he’d rushed in here to avoid and used both hands, one to work his shaft, the other to pinch his foreskin and pull it up and down. The deep ache in his gut was so pleasurable he accidentally let out a moan. He was almost certain no one was in here with him but even so. His mind slid back to Summer and visions of her naked on her knees sucking him off…on all fours with him behind…her riding him…him riding her, and it all increased the tightening sensation in his gut, the pressure in his skull, the tingling in his balls.
Pre-cum trickled down his fingers and he moved his hands faster. His climax rolled up and over him like an avalanche. As he tumbled into oblivion, cum shot from him in hard pulses and he closed his eyes, pressing his lips together as shudders racked his body. Oh fuck, fuck. He couldn’t remember when he’d come so powerfully by just his own hand. And the thought of a sweet, sexy woman.
When he felt safe taking a breath without gasping, he drew air into his lungs and opened his eyes. Christ. He grabbed a handful of toilet tissue. At least he hadn’t hit his pants. Just everything else.
They’d taken a huge risk messing around out there. Probably broken a ton of laws. He’d been frighteningly close to actually fucking her. And if someone had recognized him and sent a picture to a British tabloid he’d be in deep shit. He was the face and body not just for Fixx, but for other companies too who’d be quick to end his contracts if he messed up publically. Saul would fucking crucify him, and the worst thing was it would make no difference to the bastard’s expectations regarding Jai’s cooperation in other matters.
Fucking die, why don’t you? Saul got mad enough sometimes to look as though he might pop. It wasn’t hard to provoke him but Jai needed both of them dead, his personal Mr. and Mrs. de Sade.
He cleaned up, washed his hands and went back to Summer.
“Okay?” she asked as he settled beside her.
“Wonderful.”
“I did think about coming after you and giving you a kiss somewhere other than your mouth.”
He groaned. “Now you tell me.�
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“But then I thought, ‘I can’t leave the bags. He can manage.’ Did you manage?”
“Yes,” he muttered.
“Was it really good?”
Oh god, she makes me laugh. “Not bad.”
“And did you think of me?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Naked?”
“Of course.”
Jai pulled her closer and wrapped himself around her under the silver blanket. I like her and I want to keep her and I can’t. Fuck it.
* * * * *
Soft and hard. Jai blinked himself awake. Hard floor of the airport. Soft curves of Summer whose butt was wedged against something else that was hard. They were encased by the emergency blankets and while he didn’t usually cope with anything over his face, he felt safe under there with her, in their own little silver-foil world.
When was the last time he’d slept without chemical help? I can’t fucking remember. He took his prescribed meds more intermittently than he should, interspersed them with ones that weren’t legally acquired and binged on both when his anxiety raced out of control. But Summer had both calmed and excited him. Ever since he’d run to the gate last night and looked back to see her coming, he’d found a new addiction.
She stirred, wriggled her backside into him and he swallowed his groan. He tuned into the muffled sounds of conversation and shifted the blanket from his head. A line of travelers sat on seats right next to them.
“Been there all night, buddy?” a guy asked.
Jai sat up with a groan but kept the blanket over his lap. Ahh, my back. He’d have a bruise where that bitch had paddled him. “The hotels were full.”
Summer surfaced beside him and winced as she straightened but when she looked at him, her face lit in a smile. “Morning.”
“Morning.” He brushed his fingers over her cheek.
“Do I have floor hair?” she asked, trying to flatten it with her fingers. “Don’t tell me it turned pink overnight.”
“You look lovely.”
“Lying already?” She levered herself upright, stretched and bent to grab her backpack. “I’m just going to the bathroom.”
She slipped on her shoes and as she walked away, Jai spotted the hem of her dress was caught in her panties. He opened his mouth to tell her and then shut it. That is so sexy. Fuck. Now he wasn’t going to be able to get up for a few more minutes.
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