Jenner was nothing but trouble.
I’d learned that the moment I’d taken a seat in the sportsbook, fate somehow placing me next to this delicious man. Every word, every expression, every visual dip he made down my body only tempted me more.
It didn’t help that he was positively gorgeous.
Even through his clothes, his broad shoulders and the outline of muscles in his arms told me he had a body I wouldn’t be able to stop touching. Perfect lips surrounded his straight white teeth, followed by a path of thick, dark stubble. He had a small, pointed nose and emerald eyes that were wickedly sinful and extremely dominant.
Dominant like his personality—something I’d never experienced before in a man, but I was quickly learning it was a trait I couldn’t stay away from.
No matter how many times I attempted to get up, the heat in my body forced me to stay seated. A heat that stirred a storm of sensations, a humming of tingles.
A burning need that trumped every warning sign in my head.
Each sign signaling more trouble.
“If I kissed you right now, would you stop me?”
His words were simmering in my chest, his eyes so incredibly dangerous that it was making my blush grow deeper.
The spot between my legs was pulsing.
Throbbing.
Oh God, what is happening?
“No, I wouldn’t stop you,” I whispered, unable to speak any louder.
My reply hadn’t been prepared; it hadn’t been thought out.
The spontaneity a mistake the moment I realized he was moving closer.
His palm cupped my cheek, his fingers moving into my hair, and he was pulling me toward him.
He didn’t slam his mouth into mine, like I’d expected.
He closed the gap, leaving an inch between us instead.
As though he was teasing himself.
As though he was preparing for how I was going to taste.
“I’ve been staring at this one.” His thumb pulled at my bottom lip. “Thinking how badly I want to bite it.”
I forgot that we were in a casino.
That we were surrounded by his family and friends.
That there was a massive wall of TVs and games and bets happening around us.
I could only focus on him.
This feeling in my body.
This urge that was controlling me in a way I hadn’t ever experienced.
I sucked in a deep breath. “Then, what’s stopping you?”
“The second I taste you, I’m going to want more. I’m a greedy motherfucker, Jo. I won’t be able to stop with a kiss …”
These were promises, not lies.
His eyes confirmed that.
Would one taste be enough?
I knew that answer.
In fact, every part of me could feel that answer.
“So, what are you going to do, Jenner?”
I held in my breath.
Waiting.
Longing.
“Follow me to my room.”
He wasn’t asking.
Did I want him to?
My skin was scorching, each swipe of his thumb igniting a new flame.
“Now?”
“Yes.” He stood, towering over me, making me feel so tiny in this chair. “Right now.”
He held out his hand for me to grab.
The second our fingers linked, a bolt of energy passed through me. I almost jumped from how strong it was.
There was only one place my feet were going to lead me.
There was no sense of even trying to talk myself out of this, to try to delay going to his room.
Having sex with this man was inevitable.
Because, in this moment, I belonged to Jenner.
With our fingers still gripped, I rose from my seat and followed him through the casino, his hand moving to my lower back as we approached the bank of elevators.
“Jesus,” he growled in my ear. “Your fucking ass …” His fingers lowered, teasing the top of it. “I knew it would be perfect, but goddamn it, not this perfect.”
There were so many things I could say, so many ways I could derail this, but our connection was too strong.
I felt that in my bones.
I gave him silence, and he gave me breath, exhales hitting my neck, like foreplay.
But the moment we were inside the elevator with the door closed, one of the top floor buttons selected, he was moving me toward the back wall. A huff of air came out of my mouth when the metal bar pressed against my spine.
His hands surrounded my face. “So fucking gorgeous.”
His eyes were piercing mine.
He had the ability to make me feel like he was taking all of me in even though our stares were locked.
I couldn’t breathe.
Especially when he slowly closed the space between us. “Jo …” His eyes turned even more feral. “I can’t wait a second longer.”
His lips fell against mine.
Claiming me.
Owning me.
I tasted the beer and the desire on his tongue, a hunger every time it entered my mouth.
A satisfaction the second it pulled back.
A wanting the moment it was gone.
With his hands on my waist, holding me against him, there wasn’t even air between us.
When the door opened, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me down the hallway. Once we were inside his suite, he began tearing off my clothes before he even put me on my feet. The sweatshirt I’d thrown on in a hurry was tossed to the floor, my bra not far behind, and the jean shorts slipped down my legs, followed by my thong.
Now that I was standing, I did the same to him, pulling, tugging until there was only skin left.
God, I was right. His body was as perfect as I’d thought. Ripples of muscle across his chest, down his shoulders, causing both biceps and triceps to bulge. A sexy, thin line of hair ran down the center of his abs, each one etched into his stomach, deep enough that my fingers could get lost.
The hair continued to his cock.
My eyes bulged as I stared at his long, thick shaft, the crown widening and then narrowing toward the tip.
Unlike the boys from my past, Jenner was a man.
And that could be seen from every inch of his body.
He took a few steps back, and that was when I realized we were in the living room of his suite, standing completely naked, his eyes devouring me.
“Goddamn it.” He shook his head, his lips pulling into the most provocative grin. “I’m the luckiest motherfucker in the world.” His gaze crawled up and down me. “You’re breathtaking.”
His hands circled around my back and began to bend me, leaning me away from him so he could kiss down my throat. His mouth lowered to the tops of my breasts and then the center of my stomach.
“Your taste …” He gave me a sample of his tongue work, swiping it across my belly button. “It’s fucking lethal.”
As tempting as it was, I didn’t ask for more detail.
Because I knew.
And because I felt the same way about him.
Once his lips rose to mine, I put my finger on his lips and said, “Your turn. Where do you want my mouth?” I traced his upper and lower lips. “Here?” That same finger ran down his chest. “Here?” I continued until my hand hovered above his dick. “Or here?” I sucked in a mouthful of air and cupped his tip, my pussy throbbing as I imagined what it was going to feel like when he was inside of me.
Penetrating me.
Fucking me so hard that all I could do was scream.
“Mmm, Jo.”
That sound, my God, it was erotic.
“I want all three.” His hands tightened, holding my face steady. “And I don’t want you to rush.”