The question surprised him. “No. You offerin’ to cook for me?”
JJ’s smile only intensified her beauty. “No. But I’m not opposed to orderin’ pizza.”
“Pizza.” He pretended to consider it. No way in hell would he turn down an invitation from JJ. He didn’t care if she offered to make tofu. “I can do pizza.”
JJ nodded at the barn door. “Let me grab my stuff and say good night to Trey.”Baz followed JJ and Tesha back to her place, carried her bag inside, and set it down where he’d seen it sitting the last time he’d come over.
“I need to feed her first,” she called out as she made her way to the kitchen. “Then I’ll place the order.”
“No rush.”
In fact, he didn’t care if she waited a few hours before she ordered pizza. The longer it took for dinner, the longer he could be here with her.
Despite what she thought about him, Baz wanted to spend more time with her. And yes, he wanted to take her to bed, to spend the entire night buried deep inside that curvy little body, making her moan and sigh. It was damn near all he could think about. But he’d promised to be patient and he was not going back on his word. If JJ was ready to escalate things between them, he had to believe she would give him some sort of sign.
“Baz?”
He turned around. “Hmm?”
She stepped closer, closer still, until they were nearly toe to toe.
“I don’t want pizza, Baz.”
“No?”
JJ shook her head and he could see the passion banked in her eyes.
“What do you want, JJ?”
“You.”
He felt the word like a physical blow. It stole the air from his lungs, but there was no pain whatsoever.
This was the part he’d been both anticipating and dreading. Keeping her at a distance for her own benefit hadn’t been easy. And that was when she’d simply kissed him. He could see the intention in her gaze now. They were taking that step, making that leap. This was not one of those times when he could set her aside and promise more when she was ready. She looked pretty damn ready and he was not about to resist her.
Baz cupped her face, brushed his thumb over her smooth cheek, leaned in. “You sure?”
“Never been more sure in my life,” she whispered.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered.
Then he kissed her.
Hard.
There was nothing patient about the way he consumed her, fusing his mouth to hers, breathing her in while his hands began a hurried exploration. The kiss they’d shared the other day was nothing in comparison to this, and he’d thought it was damn hot at the time. But right now, right here, the only thing he wanted was to strip her bare and make her come. With his mouth, his fingers, his cock. He didn’t care in which order, but before the night was over, he would accomplish his goal using several methods.
JJ’s fingers twined in the hair at his nape as she held him firmly. His hands weren’t quite so PG as they roamed down to cup her ass, jerking her forward, grinding his rigid cock at the apex of her thighs before he curled his fingers around her ass and lifted her off her feet.
Her mouth never left his, not even when he crushed her between his body and the wall.
“Touch me,” she pleaded, her lips moving against his. “Baz … I need your hands on me.”
He agreed, but his feet were rooted for the moment, his need to taste her, to get his fill too great to ignore. He wasn’t taking his time. Neither of them were as they devoured, bodies grinding together, the desperation building.
When he could get his legs to move, Baz relocated them to her bedroom, finding it after the second try. The first door he’d come to was a bathroom, so he bypassed it. Inside her room, he didn’t have time to look around because he was too eager to get her naked.
After dumping her on the bed, JJ helped remedy the too-many-clothes dilemma they found themselves in by yanking off her shirt. Distracted by those gorgeous mounds of ivory flesh encased in black silk, Baz managed to toe off his boots and not land on his ass, but he got no further when JJ reached for him, fisting his shirt and dragging him down to the bed with her.
“Condom,” JJ mumbled against his mouth. “Nightstand drawer.”
It fucking turned him on that this woman was so prepared. She was that way with everything in her life and he found it incredibly hot.
“Now, Baz,” she groaned, her nails digging into his shoulders, piercing his skin through his shirt.
When he reached for the nightstand, he didn’t make it far because JJ started jerking his T-shirt up. He had to pause so she could get it over his head.
