The Lover’s Secret (No Exceptions #1)(9)
Author: J.C. Reed

Chapter 6

“As you can see it’s not quite public, but it’s the best I could come up with without breaking the rules,” he said.

“Sort of,” I said. “People working in the other buildings can still see us.” It was a half-hearted protest. I knew he could brush it off easily by telling me they were too far away or that no one was working in the neighboring skyscrapers at that hour, but he didn’t.

“Probably,” he said instead. Ever so slowly, he stepped closer to me and moved his hand around my waist, and then turned me around to face the city lights, my back pressed against his hard body. “They only have to look through their windows to see us.” His voice sent a delicious shiver through me. “Imagine it, Miss Stewart. People might see us, but nobody will know who we are.”

My heart hammered harder.

He wouldn’t, would he?

Unfortunately, I could picture it too well, because he had a risk-taker look about him that screamed both trouble and danger.

“You’re crazy,” I whispered, barely able to utter the words.

“Thank you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment,” I muttered.

“Well, I’ll still take it as such.”

His mouth lowered onto my shoulder, and his lips grazed my skin in countless slow but delicious kisses. Rolling my head back, I suppressed a low moan. As he started to unzip my dress from behind, the room began to spin slightly.

“We can’t do this. Not here,” I whispered.

“Who says we can’t? It’s perfectly legal.”

Barely.

His hot lips nibbled on my ear, intensifying the gathering hotness between my legs. And then, all too quickly, his mouth took its leave. I turned in protest when his hand forced my dress down my hips. I watched the fabric gather around my ankles in a messy heap.

I was panty-less, my unmentionables covered by nothing but my bra and my hands. That certainly hadn’t been the plan.

Legal wasn’t good enough. I wanted decent.

“Well, in that case, forget what I said. I can’t do it here.” Even to me, the protest sounded feeble, the result of my weakness for him. In my mind, I knew I was taken—my love conquered and sealed. I just wasn’t ready to admit the little fact to him.

“You wouldn’t be standing here if you didn’t want to,” he whispered. “You know, that dress you wore was a good choice. All the time, I’ve been thinking about ripping it off of your hot, little body.” He leaned in, and his lips found my skin again, kissing, sucking, and nibbling on me as he ignored my words.

I could feel him everywhere: on my neck, on my shoulders, each kiss so soft it brought on a new set of delight.

Sweet mercy!

I knew I had to protest. I wanted to, but it was too late. His fingers began to fumble with the hook of my bra, and eventually it came loose. I pressed my bra against my br**sts before he could snatch it away. The lacy, silky fabric was the only thing that preserved my modesty, and I had no intention to let it go so easily. Even in the dim light of the fire, I couldn’t allow my chest to be exposed to the whole world.

As if sensing my internal struggle, Jett laughed against my skin and tugged at the stretchy fabric. When that didn’t work, he tickled me. With a scream, I let go and spun around furiously, my hands wandering up to cover my naked br**sts, but he beat me to it. His hands grabbed mine, and he pulled me against his hard body. “You’re so cute when you’re like this.”

“Give it back,” I said, demanding my bra.

He shook his head slowly. “You said you’ve never had a one-night stand. Before I booked this place, you assured me I’d be able to do whatever I want and this is what I want, Brooke. So play nice.”

It was true.

While I knew he liked to test the boundaries, to see what made me tick, the truth was that I loved him being in control. His readiness to jump headfirst into adventure was infectious, but more than that, he knew how to send a wicked sensation through me and keep me hooked on his games.

But could I admit that to him?

Hell, no.

“Not a chance,” I said, with enough determination to even fool myself.

“Shush.” He pressed a finger to my lips and shook his head. “No talking. I’m going to give you what I promised—new things, new experiences, new sensations. All with me. But I won’t force you. If you want this, you’re going to have to ask.” His fingers brushed softly over the core between my naked thighs. “And you have to ask…nicely.”

“I won’t,” I said decisively.

He snorted. “Yes, you will.”

“Try me.” I lifted my head and stuck out my chin.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He laughed softly in my ear.

He raised my arms a little and commanded me to touch the glass. Pressing my hands against the cold surface, I held my breath in both anticipation and fear of what would come next.

He inched closer to me and spun me around until the front of him was pressed firmly against my back. Heat spread in every direction as his hands moved down my arms, slowly but surely, while he continued to kiss my neck, moving further down. Then, in one quick motion, he spread my legs.

Holy shit.

My breath caught in my throat.

His thumb began to rub my clit with an eagerness that would give me the blush of the week. I tried to fight him, at least in my mind. I really did, but my brain soon succumbed to his determination, and his thrusting became the source of both delicious pain and pure enjoyment coursing through me.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he whispered and dipped one finger inside me while his thumb continued to circle my clit. When I moaned in response, he slid in a second finger, his movement becoming faster with each thrust. “I love knowing I’m the reason you’re so turned on.”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious,” I whispered in mortification.

“No, really. You’re doing a great job, Lady Hotass.” He licked my earlobe. “You’re about to get wetter.”

Did he have to be so brutally honest all the time and point out the obvious? I swallowed down the embarrassment washing over me.

It was no secret that I was like an open book to him, too easy to read, a part of me wishing my body wouldn’t give away the telltale signs of just how badly I wanted him. I felt ashamed, but the truth was: it didn’t really matter—at least not that much. My desire was bigger than my wish to hide my weaknesses from him. My need for gratification mattered more than my plan to play hard-to-get. And, frankly, I didn’t care if making out in front of a window was inappropriate because I felt as though I was exploding.