Five Alarm Lust by Elise Whyles (reading cloud ebooks .TXT) 📗

with a shaky finger and sat back. He counted each ring, a knot of uncertainty in his gut. Heaving a shaky breath at the lift of a receiver, he smiled.

“Hello?” Slightly distracted, Gillian’s voice filled his ear.

“Hey, heard you stopped by.”

“Jack?”

“Yes, sorry I missed you.”

“Oh, Sally explained you were out on a major fire.” A note of nervousness crept into her voice as she prattled on. “I didn’t want to stay too late, I have to work in the morning. And I had to take Todd home, he was at the office working.”

“No worries, baby, I’m just sorry I missed you.” Jack played with his pen, turning his chair away from his desk. “What time do you have to be at the office? You’re at the university tomorrow, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m working from eleven to seven tomorrow.” Gillian cleared her throat, a strange tapping in the background making him uneasy. Was she working this late? Why?

“What’s wrong?”

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” Her voice rose slightly.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I’ve been doing some thinking and I want to ask a question. I need an honest answer too. We’ve been dating for a few weeks and it’s been fun, but I’m just not sure as to what you want. I mean, do you want a relationship? Or are you just playing with me? You keep backing off…”

“Stop, Gillian, no. I don’t know what you’re thinking but you’re way off. God, I want you so bad I ache.” Jack swallowed past the hard lump in his throat, his blood running cold. Did she honestly believe he just wanted a casual fuck? “You’re sexy as hell, and I’m not interested in a casual fuck. I want more. I need more.”

“Then why won’t you have sex with me?” Pain laced her voice.

“Because I want to make love with you, not have sex. If all I wanted was a quick fuck, do you think I’d have gone through all we’ve been through? Damn it, Gillian, I don’t want you to worry about this.” Jack forced the words out past his dry lips.

“Prove it.” Gillian challenged. “You keep telling me you want me, but you’re not willing to do it.”

“Yes, I am.” Jack sighed, frustration boiling through him. Raking his hand through his hair, he exhaled sharply. “Gillian, I thought it best to take it a bit slow, to show you I’m not into just a casual fling. Perhaps I should have thought it over, but I didn’t for a moment think you’d doubt yourself or your appeal. I want you. There’s no question about it, I do. I want to kiss you until your knees are weak.”

“I don’t…” Gillian gasped.

“Want to suck your tongue into my mouth and taste you. While I’m kissing you, I’ll tangle my hands in your hair, pulling your head back so I can run my lips down your jaw, your throat. Dipping my tongue into the hollow to lick your pulse point.” Jack leaned back in his seat, the image of her head tilted back sending sparks straight through him.

“Mm, what else?” Gillian’s whisper held a thread of fear mixed with her arousal. “Would you suck at my breasts? Bite my nipples.”

“Oh yeah, baby. I’m gonna peel off your shirt one sexy button at a time. Slip it from your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then I’ll ease the clasp loose on your bra to reveal those pert, perky tits. God yes, then I’m gonna suck on them, lick at ’em until you’re hanging on the edge. I’m going to spend hours playing with them until they ache. I’m gonna paint a trail down your scars to your ass, nibble on it for a bit before I move to your abdomen.” With each word, his cock swelled, hardening beneath the fly of his trousers. Just how far should he take this? Would she hang up on him if he took it further? Shy, timid Gillian didn’t seem the type to have phone sex.

“You like my scars?” Gillian’s whimper interrupted his internal debate like ice water.

His eyes closed, Jack licked his lips, the faint line of a scar running from her breast to her ass flashing through his mind. Like it? Yeah, he liked it. It added something to her slim, flawless body he’d never experienced before. Just thinking about it was enough to make him ache. “God, baby, they’re as sexy as you are. I could spend all day licking and kissing your scars. Flawless, sexy, just thinking of your body, your scars, gets me harder than hell.”

Her muted gasp filtered over the phone, filled with shock and arousal. Straightening as much as his hard cock would allow, he winced and glanced at his door. “Where are you, Gillian? What are you wearing?”

“I’m at home, in my clothes.” Confusion heightened her voice.

“Describe them for me. I need you to take ’em all off, inch by inch, piece by piece. Tell me what you’re doing. How you’re doing it. Please, Gillian, touch yourself. I want you to imagine my fingers trailing across your skin.”

“I have on a simple camisole and jeans.”

“More, tell me more. I want to hear every tiny detail so I can see it, feel it, taste it.” Jack palmed his crotch, sliding his hand up and down, shivering at the rush. “Are you slipping it off your shoulders, pushing the material down? Cup your breast, tell me what it feels like.”

“How? I’ve never done this before.”

“Go into the bedroom, baby, light a candle or two, close your eyes, and pretend I’m there. Pretend I’m stretched out on your bed with you. It’s my fingers pulling the lacey straps from your shoulders, my lips following them. My fingers painting circles across your flesh.”

Jack shuddered at her whimper, the passion in it enough to stir his already boiling blood. Leaning back in the chair, he slid his zipper down, his fingers pulling his hard length from the confines. “That’s it, baby, I’m pulling the lace down, dragging