Moment of Weakness - The Esquire Girls Series - Hailey (Book 1) by Cassie-Ann L. Miller Read Free Book Online Page B

him. He’s so close I can’t think. Resisting the urge to touch him is becoming physically painful.
     
    He’s aroused. I can see the outline of his erection pressing against the thin fabric of his basketball shorts. He takes a half step closer to me. He leans his forehead against his arm, which is propped against the doorframe.
     
    Sweet Jesus – he’s tall.
     
    He drags a finger down the side of my cheek and a shiver moves through me. I glide my tongue across my parched lower lip. I silently wonder if my eyes reveal my wild desire as much as his do.
     
    I can’t take the tension for one second longer.
     
    My hands leap to his cheeks and pull his face closer to mine. I push to my toes and my lips meet his with an eagerness I’ve never felt before. His mouth is firm and soft. He sucks at my lips and an uninhibited moan escapes me. I a pant softly and his tongue pushes into my mouth. That only spurs him on.
     
    One hand slides into my hair and the other runs down my back until it’s cupping my buttocks. He holds me tightly to him. “Shit – I want you so bad, Hailey,” he murmurs into my mouth as he lifts me and carries me over to the sofa after kicking the door shut with his foot.
     
    Primitive sounds pour out of my body as he lays me down and begins to unbutton my jacket. His name tumbles past my lips. My hands explore the ridges and contours of his chest and back. My clit aches for his touch. I’m as wet and sensitive as I’ve ever been in my life.
     
    The hunger in his kiss should be enough to scare me but I want him just as bad. His lips travel across my cheek and down my neck and into my cleavage. When he yanks down my bra and slips my pebbled nipple into his mouth, I toss my head back and let out a wanton moan.
     
    My skull smacks into the ceramic lamp on the table and it goes crashing to the floor with a loud clatter, smashing into a million pieces. Startled, Jackson jumps off of me and I nearly come out of my skin.
     
    “Shit! I’m so sorry!” I feel awful about having broken his lamp.
     
    “No big deal,” he says as he attempts to climb back on top of me, his eyes glazed over with lust.
     
    I push him off and he drops onto the sofa with a thud. “I should leave.”
     
    “Whoa – no, no, no. It’s just a lamp. I’ll clean it up in a second.” He tries to hold me gently by the shoulders.
     
    I want to stay. I want to give my body to him. But I know that I shouldn’t..
     
    “I shouldn’t have come here. I’m sorry,” I mutter under my breath as I button up my jacket.
     
    “Why are you saying that, Hailey? You want me. I can see it all over your face.” He stands in front of me – red-faced with sweat dancing on his brow, biceps flexed, knuckles fisted at his waist and erection slightly lifting the fabric of his pants – the epitome of masculinity.
     
    “I – I – There’s something I didn’t tell you. I was seeing someone when we met – It ended – I don’t know if I’m over it yet.”
     
    He takes a step closer and puts his hands on my shoulders. He lowers his lips to my ear. “I can make you forget about him, Hailey.” His words suggest so much. They cause me to shiver again.
     
    That was the perfect thing for him to say, but accepting his offer wouldn’t be fair to him. “I don’t want this to be a rebound.”
     
    “Hailey…please…” He runs his finger down my cheek.
     
    I move out of his grasp taking small footsteps away from him, my eyes never leave his.
     
    “Stay…” I see in his eyes how much he wishes that I would.
     
    But I can’t.
     
    “Good night, Jackson.”

Chapter 17
     
    When I walk into the lobby the next afternoon, I catch a glimpse of Jackson from behind. He’s wearing a simple, black leather jacket and dark jeans. His messenger bag is slung across his chest. I quickly realize that his shift is over and he’s preparing to leave for the day.
     
    I put my head down and hurry through the scant crowd populating the lobby,