The Freelancer – Chapter 44, part 2

She nearly choked.  “What?”

His breath came out in heated, ragged gasps, tickling her ear and igniting her desire.  “If you don’t want this, Jenna…If you don’t want this to go any farther then tell me to stop right now.”  His knee pressed between her thighs.  “Unless you tell me to stop…I won’t.”

Jenna writhed against him until her arms were between them with her palms flat on his muscled chest.  “Don’t…”  The word was no sooner passed her lips than he started to pull away.  She hooked her foot around his leg to stop him.  “I don’t want you to stop.  I want this.  Now.  Tonight.”

“Oh, thank God.  I think it would kill me to wait any longer.”

She wanted to tell him she felt the same way, but his lips were already moving over hers, surprisingly unhurried after the fervor of his words.  But his hands were a different story.  They fought with the robe’s sash until the knot gave way and it fell open, giving her the first delicious high of feeling their bodies skin against skin.

His hands moved away from her body and the lock clicked at her side.  Before she understood he’d locked the door, Jackson’s hands were back on her, moving under the robe to grasp her bare hips, lifting her up until the hard ridge of his denim-clad erection was exactly where it would do the most good.  She wrapped her legs around him and arched into him, using her body to beg for more.

He didn’t disappoint.

Jackson grasped her wrist and lifted it high over her head, forcing her back to arch even more.  Jenna gasped to catch her breath when he tore his lips from hers to take in her body with hungry eyes.  His hand released her wrist to trail down her arm, her shoulder, between her breasts.  He managed to drag his eyes from her trembling body long enough to take in the wanton need in her eyes.

Her chest heaved in anticipation.  She couldn’t handle waiting for his next move.  It already felt as though a lifetime had passed since his last touch.  Desperate for more, she reached for him, tangling her fingers into his hair, pulling his lips back to her.

But he didn’t kiss her.  Instead, he matched her by tugging back on her damp locks and exposing her throat for lips and teeth and tongue.  Her pulse throbbed beneath his mouth, then raced out of control when it moved lower, taking his time with each breast in turn.  Teeth teasing against her nipple were nearly more than she could stand and she cried out in pleasure, tightening her legs around him even more than she thought possible. 

“Jenna…” He growled out her name and tightened his grip on her hips.  “I can’t wait another second.  I need you right now.”

“Now.  Jackson…now.”

With her legs still wrapped around his waist, he moved in the direction of the living room, careful with his steps in the darkened condo.  The thought of the mood being spoiled by the screeching of one of her cats being stepped on flitted through her mind.  It didn’t stay.  It couldn’t.  His nearness, the friction of their bodies, the desperate need evident in the pattern of both their breathing…It all crowded out any thought from her head that didn’t involve getting him naked and satisfying her desire.

As he was attempting to kick off his shoes, Jenna unwound her legs from him and lowered them until she felt carpet beneath her feet.  “Need some help getting out of those?”

“My shoes?”

She trailed her hand down his muscled chest and abs.  “You seem to have those under control.  I meant your pants.”

He gestured to them.  “If you insist.”

Swift fingers made short work of his belt; attacked the zipper with a gusto reserved for the most decadent of desserts.  He may as well be a sugary treat.  She craved him more than she ever had a chocolate bar.

His erection beckoned to her once freed from the confining pants as though inviting her to indulge her sweet tooth.  Taking a taste wasn’t a half bad idea.  Torturing him the way he always did her was a better idea.  Turnabout, after all, was fair play.

The devil was in her eyes when she looked at him and she knew he knew it by his grin of expectant mischief.  Her hands teased against what beckoned her with feather light fingers.  Her lips explored his muscles on the way down.  He treated her ears to a gasp of anticipation each time her mouth moved lower and his groans of pleasure grew more frantic as she kept up her light stroking.  Just as she reached that spot where her breath was warm against his excited flesh and a deep growl rumbled in his throat, Jenna righted herself and shoved against his chest, toppling him back over the arm of the couch.

“What the…”

She wasted no time in joining him on the couch, straddling him.  A shiver raced up her spine.  All that stood between them now were very thin boxers – boxers that did little as a barrier.

Jackson stared up at her, reaching for her.  “Come here.”

How could two syllables sound so damn sexy?  “I am here.”

“Kiss me.”

Her hair fell against his face when she kissed him and her open robe covered them both.  His hands were warm as they slipped underneath the robe, pressing against the small of her back to hold her body as near to his as it could be.  He broke the kiss to move to her neck and Jenna whimpered, wanting so much more, but not wanting him to stop anything.  A hand stole away from her back to trace her hip until stroking fingers found their way between her thighs.

“Oh…God!”

Was he really moving in slow motion or did it only feel that way because all the patience she’d ever managed to muster snapped at his touch.

His fingers were probing deeper when they heard a knock at the door.  He gave Jenna a questioning look, but she shook her head and angled her hips to give him more access.  “Ignore it.  Whoever it is will go away,” she whispered.

Despite her hopes, the knocking persisted and was followed by, “Come on, Jen.  I know you’re still up.  Turn off the damn computer and let me in.  The door’s locked and you never lock the door,” Trista whined from outside.

Jenna fought to block out her friend’s voice.  This wasn’t happening.  It couldn’t be happening, not when she was only a few inches from getting several inches of pure pleasure.  Building anticipation was more than she could take.   

The knocking started again, softer this time.  “Jen, if you’re not asleep then please open the door.  I’m really worried about the trial tomorrow.  I can’t handle losing Blaine over something he didn’t do.”

Jackson sighed in frustration.  “She’s not going anywhere, is she?”

“No.”

His head dropped back against the couch.  Through gritted teeth he said, “She needs you right now.  We can pick this up later.”

Jenna pulled her robe closed and forced herself to move off him.  “Hold on a second, Trist.  I’ll be right there,” she called out.  Once Jackson’s pants were back on and he was heading for his shirt by the door, she whispered, “I’m so sorry about this.”

He crushed her between the wall and kissed her hard.  “It’s not your fault.  We’ll have other nights.”  With obvious effort, he pushed himself away from her trembling body.  “If I didn’t think this visitor could be here all night, I’d say we’d have later tonight and the early part of the morning.”  Opening the door, he said, “I’ll see you tomorrow at around ten.”  To Trista, “I’m sure everything is going to be fine.”

Trista walked into the condo and took in the dimmed lights and the towel carelessly left on the carpet.  “Was his shirt on inside-out?”

Jenna shrugged it off.  “Probably.  So what’s going on?”

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