Another orgasm hit her body and her hand started to slip before he grasped it lightly, bringing it back up to his face. Her heart lurched in her chest as he pumped in and out of her, his movements becoming frenzied. “Yes,” she urged him on, raising her body to meet his thrusts. “Yes.”
He let out a groan before stiffening, and holding himself over her before his body collapsed on hers. Kinsley could feel the rapid beating of his heart against her own chest, mimicking her own pulse. It was hard to even believe what had just happened, though she knew this changed things, a lot of things.
17
Jarred collapsed on his back, feeling weightless. What had just passed between them, it was hard to describe but he wanted to fucking do it again. And again. Rolling over, he found Kinsley lying there, her even breathing nothing compared to the jumbled up thoughts in his mind about where this took them. He had no idea where this took them, only that he wanted to do it again. “Hey,” he finally said, pushing himself up on one elbow.
She turned and gave him a sleepy smile. “Hey.”
“So, I was thinking,” he continued, his finger reaching out to touch her shoulder lightly. She shivered under his touch and Jarred was instantly hard, wondering what she would say if he decided to go again. “That I could sleep for a damn week.”
She blushed. “Me too.” He reached over and pulled her against him until his body was curled around her warm one, his arms encircling her body gently. She sighed and Jarred grinned, trying to think of the last time he’d wanted to do this cuddling shit with a woman.
Even though he could bury himself between her thighs once more, Jarred was currently happy just doing this as well, hearing her little sighs and feeling her wiggle against him as she fought to get comfortable. She was killing him in more ways than one. He felt her body relax against his and sighed inwardly himself, wondering at what point in his life he’d turned into the guy who was content to cuddle with a woman. No, not just any woman but Kinsley. Only Kinsley.
He shifted slightly and she rolled toward him, murmuring something intelligible before curling up against him once more, a smile on her face. Yeah, this was a good thing. Jarred knew that now. What if this was real? What if he could have every night with Kinsley like this one? Did he want to do this?
Looking at her beautiful face, Jarred felt a tug in his chest suspiciously close to his heart. Hell yeah he wanted to.
The next morning Jarred entered the Formula One headquarters, whistling as he walked to the conference room. He felt fucking great after his night with Kinsley, leaving this morning before she woke up and the awkward morning could occur. It had been extremely hard leaving her in that bed, naked, but it had been the right thing to do. She needed to get used to the fact that he wasn’t going anywhere now and a few hours to herself should allow for that. But he couldn’t wait to see her again.
Now he was heading to his ‘job,’ the one thing that had held his interest for longer than two seconds of his life. After Kinsley had gone to bat for him in front of his father, the partnership with Andrew Cordin was really taking off.
They guy seemed genuinely interested in what Jarred had to say and today they were working on a concept for the cars for the new racing season, a thought he’d read up on that seemed to be working in other parts of the world. It was a good feeling knowing that someone thought he was worth the stuff that was coming out of his mouth, that they believed he knew what he was talking about. This racing team was the reason he got up in the morning now, well, that and Kinsley. “I’m fucked,” he muttered to himself with a grin, not caring anymore. What he had going on was a good problem to have.
“Jarred,” Andrew said as he entered the conference room, a grin on his own face. “Glad to see you. You ready to get started?”
“Yeah,” Jarred said as he sat in one of the chairs, a good feeling in his body. “I am.”
After a few hours with Andrew, Jarred made some plans and went to his flat for a shower and change, intending to catch Kinsley off guard this evening. It was around six when he finally made it over to headquarters, feeling like a million bucks and anxious to see Kinsley.
He had thought about her all day, surprised how many times she had crossed his mind. If this was what he thought it was, he was truly fucking in love with Kinsley Wells. The thought didn’t scare him like it should have. She had been the one person that had stood up for him, saw him as the guy that he had tried to be but wasn’t given much of a chance to do so. She had given him that chance and he was going to spend the rest of his life paying her back for it.
As the lift doors opened to his father’s office floor, Jarred spied her sitting alone at her desk, most of the lights off except the one directly over her. There was no noise on the floor, and there was dead silence with the exception of the key strokes she was making on her computer. She looked up and their eyes met, hers widening as she watched him approach. “J-Jarred,” she said, standing abruptly. “What are you doing here?”
“Coming for you,” he said, taking in her dress and heels, her hair up in a prim knot. She looked nothing like the woman he’d shagged last night and it was fucking driving him crazy. His cock strained against his pants and he swallowed hard, feeling the need to touch her in any way.
She gave him a slight smile, crossing her arms over her chest. “For me? Why?”
“Well,” he said, crossing his own arms over his chest to mimic her stance. “I figured I needed to make up for bailing on you this morning before we could go another round.”
She blushed then, clearly remembering just what they’d done before he had to leave in the morning. Hell, he couldn’t forget it himself.
“It’s fine. I mean it’s good.”
“No it’s not,” he said, dropping his arms and closing the gap between them until the desk was the only thing between them. “Let me take you to dinner.”
She tucked a stray hair behind her ear, a soft smile on her face. “That’s, uh, very nice of you Jarred.”
There wasn’t anything nice about his thoughts right now, and it was her fault. He couldn’t think of anything but her and what he would like to do to her. And her scent … and her soft skin. And the way she said his name on a breathy sigh.
Stepping around the desk, he tugged her against him, her soft body melting against his rock hard one. “I’m not a nice guy,” he said softly, leaning down to brush his lips against her soft cheek. Her perfume tantalized him, drawing him in and Jarred didn’t know why he suddenly liked the smell of vanilla but on Kinsley, he liked everything.
“Yes you are,” she said, her breath coming out on a rush. “I’ve seen it.”
Jarred grinned then, bringing his hand up to brush over the cheek he’d just kissed. “You’ll ruin my reputation. Shall I show you how bad I can be?”
“W-what?” she stammered.
Jarred’s other hand slid up her arm and down her back, gripping her ass lightly until she gasped in surprise, a glimmer of heat flaring in her eyes. “Are we alone Ms. Wells?”
She jerked her head up and down and Jarred’s grin grew wider, his hand finding the hem of her dress and inching it up, slowly. “Well then, I have something to show you.”