Trusting Jay: (A Chicago Suits Romance) (Loving Jay Book 1) by Simone Sowood Read Free Book Online

down and kissed him.
    His lips were wet with champagne, and fizzled on my lips.  He pulled me tight against his body while our mouths explored each other.  My heart thudded in my chest, not quite believing the only thing that had kept me going through my hellish week was actually happening.
    I pressed myself a little harder against him, squeezing out all the air between us.  The exposed skin on my shoulders zinged underneath the pressure of his fingertips.  I urged him to take a few steps backwards until he was standing beside the sofa.  Thank goodness for bijoux living.  I took another step, sending him toppling backwards onto the sofa, and me with him.
    “Whoa,” he blurted as he tumbled but found my lips against to continue our kiss.
    In our tumble, my breasts popped out of my dress and partially out of my strapless bra.  But Jay didn’t seem to notice.  Or if he did, he didn’t react.  Instead his hands caressed my exposed back, then ran over my dress and stopped on my behind.
    I let out a soft moan of approval as his hand lingered on me and pressed into my cheeks.  His hardened cock dug into me, with incredible restraint, I refrained from reaching down and grabbing it.

    * * *
    W ith me on top of him, he craned his head to nuzzle my neck, trailing kisses to my shoulders.  I reached up and ran my fingers through his luxurious hair.  Without warning, he hoisted me up so that my breast dangled on his lips, making me gasp.
    His wet tongue lapped at my breast, working its way closer and closer to my nipple, still hidden in my bra.  He reached the edge of my bra and pulled it aside with his teeth.
    The oven timer bleeped.  Again and again.  I cursed it.
    “You need to get that,” Jay said.
    “No, just ignore it.”  But it wasn’t going to stop until I pushed the button.
    He pushed me off of him and sat.  “You’ve worked hard on it, you don’t want it to burn.”
    “Trust me, it’s not hard to make, and it’s lasagna, the worst that will happen is it browns a little on top.”  The high pitched beeping continued.
    Jay stood, “Get it.”
    I walked to the oven, wondering how he had managed to order me to do something.  Before I knew it, he was alongside me, holding the plates while I cut two pieces from the pan.
    We sat opposite each other at my little two seater table.  At least he seemed to be enjoying my cooking.  And hungry.  He looked hungry.  Maybe that’s why he was inhaling my mediocre lasagna.  Maybe that’s why he stopped our activities on the sofa when the timer went.
    “I have a confession,” he said.
    I pulled the forkful of food away from my mouth to listen.  “What?”
    “I, um.  I don’t know how to say this.”
    My skin prickled and my brow creased.  This was weird.  Definitely weird.
    He continued.  “I stopped earlier,” he gestured towards the sofa, “because I didn’t want to do anything until you knew the truth.”
    I set my fork down, the food falling from it, and thought of Matt.  “What are you talking about?”
    He swallowed and shuffled in his seat.  “I wanted you to know how much I care about you.  More than care.  I’m really,” he paused, “into you, and I thought it was important for you to know before we, you know.”
    Shit.  Now I feel like a scummy scumbag.  Should I tell him I don’t want a serious relationship?  Especially when I’m about thirty minutes away from having my bare skin pressed up against his?
    I smiled and picked up my fork.  “You had me scared there for a minute.  I thought you were going to tell me you’re not who I think you are.”
    He smiled back, his lips tight together.  He didn’t say anything else, but picked up his fork and continued to eat.  The remainder of our meal was quiet, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Matt and what he’d done to me.  And how I had to tell Jay I wasn’t looking for anything serious.

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    I cleared our empty plates and sat back down opposite him, twirling