Chapter 23
“Jared, d–don’t,” I stammered, biting down a moan.
“Promise me, Arielle,” he coaxed, his tongue tracing a lazy circle against my pulse point.
A broken sound slipped from my lips before I could stop it. “Fine, I promise,” I breathed, surrendering to the heat curling inside me.
Jared pulled back just enough to smirk, his lips brushing against mine. “Good girl.”
The moment his mouth crashed against mine, my thoughts shattered like glass.
His lips moved with a fierce, claiming urgency, his tongue sweeping in, coaxing, demanding, possessing. A shiver ran down my spine as his fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss, to devour me whole.
God, how could I have forgotten this? The way Jared touched me, the way he knew exactly where to press, where to tease, where to draw out the sweetest ache–I had missed this, missed him.
His hands roamed lower, sliding under the hem of my blouse, his fingertips tracing featherlight patterns over my stomach before gliding upward. A gasp left me as he cupped my breast through my bra, his thumb flicking over my nipple, making my breath hitch.
“Be quiet girl,” he murmured against my lips, the heat in his voice sending a pulse of desire straight to my core. “Unless you want someone to catch us.”
But there was no restraint in his touch. He kneaded my breast, his palm pressing insistently as his mouth moved to my jaw, then my throat, his tongue tracing a hot, wet path that sent electricity coursing through my veins.
I whimpered, my body instinctively arching into him, craving more, craving everything.
His other hand skimmed down my side, over the curve of my waist, before gripping my thigh, pulling me flush against him. My breath caught when I felt him–hard, unrelenting–against my hip, pressing through his slacks.
“Damn it, you drive me insane…” he groaned, his teeth grazing my pulse point before sucking lightly, sending a sharp wave of pleasure straight between my legs.
I barely registered my own moan as he rolled his hips, the friction making my head spin. Heat coiled low in my belly, a desperate, growing need I hadn’t felt in far too long.
Then his phone rang.
Jared ignored it.
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The second time, I felt the tension coil in his muscles, his jaw tightening against my skin.
“…hell,” he muttered, pulling back slightly, his breath ragged.
He took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen, and his face fell.
“What’s wrong? Who’s calling?” I asked, concerned.
Jared looked at me, hesitated, before responding, “It’s Sofia.”
“Right,” I rolled my eyes, and sat up in the car.
I proceeded to straighten my blouse and skirt.
“I’m sorry, Arielle. We…”
“Can we go home, please?” I said, my voice cold and dismissing.
“Sure,” he responded and straightened his shirt.
The remaining part of the drive home graced with silence. I was horny and angry.
Of all the times to call, Sofia had to call in the middle of a make out. Making me wonder if she was all out to ruin every alone and intimate moment I had with Jared.
The car soon pulled into the parking lot, and I reached for my seat belt.
“Hey,” Jared called, placing a hand on my shoulder..
I froze, his hand on my shoulders making my messed up emotions even worse. My thighs tinged, and I had to silently chide myself to stay focused.
“What?” I asked, refusing to face him.
“I’m sorry, Arielle-”
“That has become your mantra, Jared. It is now stale, you should think of something else.”
“I know you’re mad at me, and I’m sorry. You don’t work on weekends, how about we visit a hotel and spend the weekend alone? We could book a SPA session, and go driving in the evening.”
Now, that was an enticing offer. Typical Jared, he knew just the best offer to make in every situation.
The thought of spending the weekend alone with him, with no Sofia hovering around, got my in–between pooling with moist.
Oh, get a grip on yourself, Arielle!
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I hesitated. “I Will think about it,” I said finally.
“Thank you
