Missed Connections

Missed Connections: Chapter 16 (Bow-chick-a-wow-wow)

I know I've posted a few chapters today and don't want to inundate you, but hell. It's sexytimes and no one likes a tease, right? ;)

Not that he knows it yet. I couldn't get the words out before the cab came and now...I choke on silence for fear of talking myself out of this. The drive seems to take forever.

I haven't drunk enough to pretend it's the liquor talking. While I could blame the situation or the music or my loneliness, really I just want him so badly it hurts. Not so badly I can't think straight, because all I have are straight lines—Jack and me heading straight upstairs, straight to my bedroom, and getting him naked straight away. No, my mind is very clear about what I want.

What I need.

What I've been waiting to happen for years but have danced around because I cared too much about measuring up to the other girls he's been with. Because I didn't want to lose him as a friend and have that screw up my friendship with Pete. Because he surrounds himself with temptation just like my mom does. Because instead of caring about all the fun we could be having together, I looked at it as something that had to be "forever" when it could just be "for now."

He sits with his arm around me, stroking my hair as the cab stops at the curb by my apartment, unaware of my decision.

Tonight, I find I don't give a flying fuck. I just want him hard, and fast, and... "Come upstairs."

His inhale is audible, and his eyes widen before he leans closer to me and pauses. "What?"

"I said a lot of shitty things to you, and I'm sorry for them all. But I really need you tonight, and if you're still interested—"

My sentence is cut off beneath the urgency of his lips pressing against mine, teasing a sigh from me. His hand brushes my forearm, my shoulder, my jaw, and traces the contour of my cheek before slipping to the nape of my neck and pulling me closer, deepening the kiss.

His tongue darts into my mouth and slides across mine gently, then more aggressively when I move mine around his in a quick spiral. My fists ball his shirt at his chest, pulling the fabric, trying to bring him closer. But we're still in the freaking cab, and why isn't teleportation a thing, so I don't have to break this contact to get him to my bedroom—because if this is what his kiss does to me, what's sex with him going to be like?

I've got to find out. I break away from him with a gasp. "Upstairs."

The cabbie clears his throat, and Jack throws some bills out of his wallet at him and opens his door. By the time I've fumbled mine open, Jack is already there.

Stepping closer, he takes my hand and slams the door shut behind me.

Has an elevator ride ever taken so long? The slow circles he traces on the back of my hand with his thumb have me debating about stopping the elevator and dragging him into a stairwell to get him naked now, but then the elevator stops on my floor and we're so close to my bed.

Door open, door closed, shoes were on, kick them off. No stopping to ask if he'd like something to drink.

I pull him straight to the bedroom and turn to face him. His momentum crushes us together, and I press harder against him, wrap my arms around him, and grab that tight ass I've wanted to squeeze for years, grinding against him. This time, when my lips meet his, they're curled into a satisfied smile because now there's nothing stopping us but clothes and common sense.

One down.

His skin is smooth and warm beneath my hands, which I slide under the hem of his T-shirt before coaxing it over his head. Kissing down his throat and chest, lightly grazing it with my teeth, I'm rewarded with his intake of breath and his hands finding their way to my shoulders. He pulls me upright and kisses me hungrily.