Dangerous Exes (Page 33)

He shut his mouth, then smirked. “Enjoy her, I know I did.”

I lunged for him just as the doors closed, leaving him outside. The bastard almost ran out of there, probably because he knew I would actually kick his ass into Sunday.

Isla grabbed my head with her hands and pulled my mouth back to hers. I dragged my teeth along her bottom lip and moaned when she started unbuttoning my shirt.

“Did you drink the tea too?” I asked between heated kisses.

“Don’t need tea,” she confessed.

I locked eyes with her. “Me either. Been wanting this for—”

“Shut up.” She kissed me again.

We stumbled back against the elevator door, it opened seconds later. Down the hall, I waved my key card over the door’s sensor and we pushed into our dark room.

I ripped off my shirt.

She kicked her shoes into the air and shimmied out of her thong.

It was so hot.

Her need being as great as mine.

When she turned, I unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and faced me completely naked.

“Thank God for tea,” I muttered as I dropped my pants and finally freed myself.

Her eyes widened again like she forgot how big I was.

And my cock grew because the greedy bastard did what cocks do—get cocky.

I leaped for her, digging my hands into her hair, pulling it free from the band that kept me from wrapping its silky tendrils around my fingers. Her mouth opened, accepting me, my tongue, as I slid it by hers, tasted her, sucked on her, and begged the universe to let me stay in her.

I picked her up and dumped her onto the bed then hooked her knees over my shoulders. “I’m desperate for you.” I felt sweat collect on my upper lip. “So believe me when I say I’ll make this good for you later tonight, but right now, I think my heart may actually stop if I can’t get inside you.” I gritted my teeth as I grazed her entrance. “I’m clean.”

“On the”—her eyes rolled back as I inched farther—“Pill.”

“Good.” I thrust forward and saw black spots as she moved with me, clung to me like her body wasn’t ever going to let me go. With each greedy movement I was more and more crazed, her heat, the way she clawed at my back, tugged my hair, sent me over the edge, and when her eyes locked on me and then on us together, my balls drew up so tight I knew I was going to burst before I had time to warn her, to tell her that it wasn’t normally this out of control, that I wanted to please her first, but couldn’t imagine waiting another second.

Her walls tightened and then I was losing myself.

I was clawing at her body like a crazed man.

I was.

For the first time in my life.

Out.

Of.

Control.

And I never wanted to go back.

Chapter Thirty-Four

ISLA

Jessie’s lips dragged across my neck over and over again with heated kisses that had me moaning his name before I could even open my eyes. The tea had clearly done a number on him—postsex he nearly passed out. I almost called Goo-Poh again but knew she’d probably spout something else about blessings and pregnancies, plus just how exactly was I going to lead into that particular conversation? Hey, Goo-Poh, sorry to call again but the man I accidentally drugged passed out with his hands cupping my breasts and I’m kind of stuck? Is this normal?

No. Not normal.

Nothing about lying in bed with Jessie Beckett was normal.

I’d fallen asleep soon after with a smile on my face.

Only to be woken up by this.

His mouth.

I smiled wide as his kisses lowered to my stomach, and then I felt his hands on my ass as he spread my legs wide and whispered against the inside of my right thigh, “Morning.”

“Morning,” I croaked back as he used his mouth to show me just how good the morning was about to be. I gripped his head and pulled him away. “Kiss me.”

“Hmm, thought I was . . .” He chuckled against my mouth.

I dug my fingers into his hair as his tongue slid past my lower lip. Jessie kissed like he had a PhD in knowing a woman’s mouth. He kissed like it was a game that he never lost—only winning with that mouth. Tremors pulsed through my body as he flipped onto his back and pulled me on top of him.

I was exposed.

Topless.

And his grin was so smug it was a tie between wanting to kiss him and punch him.

“So . . . the tea wore off?” I asked curiously as he put his hands behind his head and watched me, like I wasn’t naked on top of him with a very large part of his body pressed against me. It was hell not to move against him.

One inch, if I moved just one inch.

“Completely.” He grinned. “Something wrong, Isla?”

I gulped and tried not to squirm as my body got hotter and hotter. How dare he turn me on then stare at me! “No, nothing, I’m . . . fantastic.”

My blood roared Liar as I tried to even my breathing.

“Hmm.” He still didn’t move his hands, just stared at my breasts, licked his lips like he could still taste me on them, and then met my gaze. “That’s nice.”

I gritted my teeth. “I should go get ready.”

“No.”

“No?”

He shook his head. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m not?” It came out breathless, my body felt heavy with need the longer he stared at me with that half-lidded gaze, licking his lips like he was going to feast on me again.

His lips twitched. “You drugged me.”

I glared. What was he getting at? “You drugged yourself, genius.”

“What the hell were you doing with sex tea?”

“Sex tea?” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know, Jessie! Maybe I was going to steam some, put it in your oatmeal, then trap you in a sauna!”

His eyes widened. “What sort of psychopath would do that?”

“I was kidding!”

“I orgasmed in my sleep.” He bit down on his lower lip and then reached out and flicked my nipple. “To a vision of this.”

I sucked in a breath as his hands moved to my hips and gripped them, pressing me harder against him, making my body downright tremble.

“I woke up hard at least a dozen times last night to find you sleeping.” His knuckles grazed my chin. “Painful doesn’t even begin to describe the last few hours wanting you so damn much.”

I gulped.

“So”—he grinned—“your punishment for the drugging, and don’t worry, we’ll get back to the reasons you had that tea in the first place . . .” He sighed, and then put his hands behind his head again.

“My punishment?” I repeated. “You never said.”

“I’m more of an action sort of guy,” he said before positioning himself and thrusting into me without any sort of warning, just his hard length pressing inside me like I’d been wanting for the last ten minutes.

And if I was honest.

The minute we finished last night.

More.

I’d wanted more.

He pulled out, my eyes snapped open. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” He slid back in.

I gasped as he flipped me onto my back and then retreated again just as I was about to scream his name and tell him how amazing he was.

“Jessie.” I said his name like a curse.

“Yes?” He braced his body over mine, his smile smug, his intentions clearly bad.

“Stop stopping!”