The Guy Next Door: Ready, Set, Jett / Gail's Gone Wild / Just One Taste
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Breathing hard, Natalie acquiesced with understanding. Jett often liked to take control sexually, always with combustible results. He never, ever hurt her, never even caused her a twinge of discomfort. He was an openly giving partner, unselfish and talented. Regardless of any details that Natalie didn’t know about him, she knew him. She didn’t have a single doubt that anything Jett wanted to do to her was for her pleasure.
She could hardly wait.
After licking her lips, she said, “Why don’t you take off the towel?” Looking at his body always thrilled her. She loved it that he was all man, hairy in the right places, solid and hard, so much taller and stronger than her.
“You first.” He caught the hem of the sweatshirt and tugged it up. “Raise your arms.”
When she did, he lifted the sweatshirt off over her head, baring her breasts.
Cool air-conditioning drifted over her skin. Her nipples were already tight, aching.
“Stand still.” Jett lowered his head to dampen each one with his tongue, teasing, circling.
Her thigh muscles tensed, her belly hollowed. She waited for him to suck—but he didn’t. He just kept teasing, lightly kissing, licking, but stopping short at what she wanted most.
She closed her eyes on a wave of sensation that felt sharpest between her thighs. “Jett…”
“Shh.” He straightened again, cupped both her breasts in his hands and used his thumbs now to circle her wet nipples. “God, you have the most gorgeous body ever.”
Both she and her sister were large-breasted, but the rest of her? Average at best. Not that you could tell that by the way Jett reacted to her. From the beginning he’d seemed very drawn to her physically.
While working her nipples with his thumbs, Jett took her mouth again. He kissed her soft and deep, and he kept on kissing her long after she needed and wanted more.
Growing desperate, especially with the mounting sensitivity of her breasts, Natalie turned her face away to catch her breath.
He recaptured her mouth, not giving her time to think, to speak. When she moaned, he only tilted in his hips, pressing his solid erection to her so that she’d know he was in the same shape. Situated between her thighs, he stroked against her in a parody of sex but without the ultimate satisfaction.
She loved how Jett built the need until her entire body felt alive, every nerve ending sparking. Sometimes he kept it up until she couldn’t take it anymore.
She was there now, and still he seemed relentless.
When he pulled away suddenly, a haze of lust left her disconcerted. Without giving her a chance to regroup, he knelt and tugged the pants down to her ankles. “Step out.”
Using his shoulders for balance, Natalie lifted each foot free and he pushed the material and her flip-flops away from her.
She was now naked, and he was still on his knees in front of her.
Her lungs struggled to get enough air. Slowly, far too slowly, Jett slipped his hands around her hips to her backside and held her secure.
Knowing what he would do, her voice quavered. “Jett?”
He leaned in, nuzzling against her, breathing deeply of her scent, and Natalie thought her knees would buckle. She wove her fingers into his cool, silky hair and inadvertently tightened them when she felt his open mouth against her. “Oh, God.”
His tongue moved over her, in her, and then suddenly he stood to take her hand in a rush. “You’re killing me, honey. Let’s go before I lose it.”
At that moment, “losing it” seemed like a pretty good idea to her. She gave him a look, letting him know that sex in his foyer worked just fine for her.
Wearing a half smile, Jett shook his head. “Sorry, honey, but tonight, that’s not part of the plan.”
“What plan?”
“Shh. Just wait.” Gently, he urged her toward his bedroom. So that he could keep his gaze on her, he back-stepped all the way, staring at her breasts, how they jiggled with each step. His gaze sharpened and his jaw firmed; he made a sound of appreciation.
Beside his already turned-down bed, his voice gravelly with need, Jett said to her, “Lie down in the middle of the bed, on your back.”
Natalie had no issue with that. Anything to hurry him along worked for her.
But the second her head rested on a pillow, Jett dropped the towel and came over her to straddle her hips. She was just reaching for him when he caught her wrists and raised them up over her head.
“Jett,” she complained. She didn’t think she could wait much longer. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to feel him alive, throbbing in her palms.
“Not yet.” Holding both her hands loosely in one of his, Jett fiddled with the headboard—and then she felt the smooth, braided rope slipping over her hands, felt it pull taut with a gentle tug from him, closing around her wrists like a noose.
Alarm slammed into her.
She jerked her arms, but they remained secured over her head. “Jett?”
He surveyed her upper body, his face taut with lust. “Relax. You’ll like this.”
“But…” Again she pulled, and accepted that there was no way for her to break the hold. Her heart began pounding for an entirely different reason.
Satisfied, Jett stretched out next to her, propped on an elbow and rested his free hand low on her belly. He looked from her bound hands down her arms, over her face and to her chest. “Even like this, all stretched out on your beautiful back, you have an impressive rack.”
Natalie tried to calm herself. She wanted Jett. But…she just didn’t know about this.
Trying to decide what to say, she whispered, “I’m not sure…”
“Trust me.” He bent and drew one nipple into his mouth, shattering her thoughts. She felt the gentle pull of his mouth everywhere: on her nipple, in her stomach, between her legs. It was a potent mix—sharp pleasure with an edge of uncertainty. Danger. Lust.
Again she tested the restraint, and this time, the feel of being powerless, at his mercy…excited her. She’d never been one to live on the edge; never, ever had she had this type of purely sexual encounter.
She remained nervous but not really afraid. However, she had to know.
“Jett?”
“Mmm?” Leaning over her, he switched to her other breast, licking, nipping with the edge of his teeth until she gasped and then enclosing her in the heat of his mouth.
Natalie moaned before managing to say, “I…I need you to tell me what you’re going to do.”
Movements unhurried, he sat up beside her and looked her over. “All right.” His dark brows puckered, and then, as if making up his mind, he parted her thighs and knelt between them.
Before Jett had accustomed her to his unique brand of earthy sexuality, she would have felt exposed. Now, she just enjoyed his attention and the fact that he took so much pleasure in looking at her—in every way.
He trailed his fingertips down her inner thighs, tickling, adding to her tension.
“You and I are going to talk.” He used his thumbs to part her, opened his big hands wide on the very top of her thighs.
The way he looked at her in such detail would have been distracting enough, but he…wanted to talk? “Jett?”
Giving up the perusal of her body, he raised his gaze to lock onto hers. “We’ll talk, and when we’re done, you’re going to come for me.”
CHAPTER TWO
NO WOMAN HAD EVER LOOKED more delectable than Natalie did right now.
Worry softened the lust in her big brown eyes. Her keen intellect cautioned her of his intent, but her sensual nature was game for some risqué play.
In the dimmer light of his bedroom, her lashes left long shadows on her velvety cheeks. From her slender throat to her soft belly, heat flushed her fair skin. Her rosy nipples were drawn tight, her thighs open to him, her pink sex already glistening and swollen.
She chewed her bottom lip even while breathing hard. She wouldn’t be able to free herself, and still she strained against the special restraints. Her legs, opened wide around his hips, flexed when her back bowed.
“It’s all right, you know.” Keeping his hands off her proved impossible, so he smoothed them down her ribs to her hipbones. Spreading his fingers wide, he used his hands to frame her sex. “Why are you worried?”
Her heavy-lidded gaze went smoky; she pulled at her restraints.
Damn, but he liked this. Too much. “You look sexy as hell like this, Natalie.” He drifted his thumbs back and forth, brushing her pubic hair.
Closing her eyes to regain her wits, she took a deep breath then asked, “What do you want to talk about?”
Watching her was a unique pleasure. As he touched his thumbs to her vulva, he whispered, “Everything.”
Breath held, she tipped her head back and concentrated on the way he made her feel. To most of the world, Natalie presented a modest sense of decorum. In bed with him, she became a complete hedonist.
Jett smiled at the sinuous movements of her perfect body.
Natalie might not realize it yet, but they were totally in sync. He was experienced enough to know it, even if she wasn’t. Sexually, they were a perfect match.
It’d be interesting to see how they matched up out of bed too, but he had to tread lightly with that idea. If he came on too strong, she might mistake his interest for a commitment.
Looking at her voluptuous body, he told himself that he should take what she so freely offered and enjoy it while it lasted.
But deep down, he knew that someone in her past had hurt her.
Whether that person was still in the picture, Jett didn’t know. He did know that Natalie wasn’t married and never had been, wasn’t engaged and wasn’t seeing anyone other than him. But maybe the guy who’d hurt her was an associate or a family friend.
Jett scowled. Eventually he’d uncover all her secrets.
One thing at a time.
As a teacher, Natalie got extended time off for spring break. That meant plenty of grown-up time away from kids and papers, without the administration keeping tabs on her. No way in hell would he let her hit the dating scene without him.
Not without a fight.
And God knew, he never fought fair. Soon enough, Natalie would know it too.
“Honey, look at me.”
Warily, she brought her gaze back to his, uncertain yet willing. “What?”
Jett kept one hand on her right leg, on her inner thigh. The other was still between her legs, playing with her ever so lightly. “I overheard you on your cell phone last week.” Beneath his palm, her thigh felt sleek and soft. “You were coming into the apartment, talking about spring break.”
She went utterly still, her eyes widening with caution. “Spring break?”
He narrowed his eyes at that evasive reply. “I know that you teach middle school, Natalie.”
She shook her head but asked, “How?”
To distract her from what he had to say, Jett draped her legs up and over his, widening her even more and scooting in closer to her body. He was so hard that he hurt, but for now he could ignore his own need.
He heard her sharp inhalation at this new position, and he said, “You told me that you teach.” Back before she’d decided she had to keep him out of her life. “Don’t you remember?”
“No.”
To keep her just as he wanted her, he put both hands on her thighs. “You didn’t give me any details, but I have ways of finding out things.”
Though he didn’t look at her face, he felt her new nervousness, the burgeoning suspicion. Any second now, she’d demand that he let her go.
And of course he would. She needed to know that she could always trust him, and that for him, no meant no, period.
To keep her from calling it quits, he cupped his hand over her mound again. “You are so hot.”
She hesitated, just as he’d known she would. It had been that way from the beginning with Natalie. They were so sexually suited that a mere touch could ignite them both.
But despite Natalie’s deliberate avoidance of emotional ties, he sensed that what she shared with him was more than sexual.
She definitely loved having sex with him, but sometimes she used sex as an excuse to seek him out for other reasons. After weeks of the most detailed physical exploration imaginable, he could easily read her frame of mind. Within minutes of Natalie knocking on his door, Jett knew if she was upset with someone, if she needed comfort, or distraction.
If she needed reassurance.
He always gauged her mood and then adjusted the lovemaking to reflect it. That meant sometimes things were fast and frenetic, sometimes slow and easy, and at times, even sweet and…loving.
Tonight she was worried. About what, he didn’t yet know, but he hoped before the night ended, she’d tell him.
Natalie didn’t recognize it, but an emotional connection played a large role in making the sex so damn good. She was too naive to realize that the thrill of a purely physical encounter quickly dimmed, that just sex, cold and detached, could never be as intense as the involvement they shared.
For a while now they’d been going strong. Neither of them had tired of the other, and neither of them sought companionship elsewhere.
At least, that better be the case, because the idea of her doing this with anyone else felt like acid in his gut.
There were days when he knew she was in her apartment alone, and it kept him on edge wondering why she didn’t come over. The urge to go to her, to change the dynamics of their relationship, prodded him more times than he cared to remember.
It wasn’t until he’d heard her talking about taking off for vacation that he’d decided to push her for more than sex.
“I like you like this, Natalie.” As Jett teased his fingers along her stomach, she shivered. “I like knowing that you’re here and that you’re not going anywhere.”
Her lips parted, and then she dropped her head back to stare at the ceiling. After releasing a long, shuddering breath, she said with confidence, “You would never hurt me.”
“I’d die first.” He saw the tension leave her shoulders, and he smiled slightly. “What were you thinking?”
She squirmed in indecision.
“Natalie.” He put his hands by her hips and leaned over her. “You can ask me anything.”
“All right.” Her gaze dropped to his thigh but then flickered away. “That scar on your leg…”
Though it still ached at times, Jett rarely paid it any mind these days. “An old bullet wound. What about it?”
Her eyes flared wide. Hesitant, she licked her lips.
Damn, but he felt that lick everywhere. “You are so fucking beautiful.” He had to hurry this along so he could get inside her. “Now tell me, what about the scar?”
“I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Jett had to shake his head at her indecision. She was so damn vulnerable and so defensive of her privacy. She shared her body without reserve but feared sharing anything more. “But you did, so tell me, does it bother you?”
“No!”
He looked at the scar and shrugged. “I’m used to it. To me it’s just a mark, but I suppose it’s ugly.”
“Oh no, Jett.” Pure reaction tightened her thighs around him. “Nothing about your body is ugly. I didn’t mean anything like that.”
“Then what?”
She gave another small tug on her restraints. “This hardly seems the time to chitchat.”
It was exactly the time to chitchat. “Why not now? We’re neither one going anywhere, so we have plenty of time on our hands.”
After a few seconds more, she got her backbone and met his gaze with an exasperated expression of daring. “It looked like a bullet wound to me, so I’ve sometimes wondered what type of dangerous man you might be.”
His mouth twitched. She thought him dangerous? Perceptive of her.
“Is that funny?”
Given his background and his capability, it really wasn’t much of a stretch. When necessary he could be deadly. “I guess not.” He hoped she wouldn’t be too put off by the life he’d led.
“So why are you smiling?”
Jett tried to look more serious. “I’m only a little dangerous, I promise.” Encouraging her toward more conversation, he explained, “I do security work now, mostly domestic investigation.”
“Security work?” Her expression sharpened. “What does that mean?”
“Means I’m a private eye.” Jett watched her and saw her eyes widen with understanding. “It makes it pretty easy for me to uncover secrets.” Your secrets.
Aghast, her brows came down and her mouth firmed. “Have you been snooping into my life?”
He gave a noncommittal roll of one shoulder. “Can’t help myself. I’m the cautious type. See, I’m also ex-military and ex-FBI. Being well-informed is the name of the game, and I’m afraid old habits die hard.”
She absorbed all that with a frown. “So that bullet wound…?”
“Is why I’m not still FBI. Other injuries I could brush off, but that one caused more damage and got me grounded, stuck on desk duty.”
“You don’t have the body of a desk jockey.”
One brow lifted. “I guess not. That’s because shuffling papers is not my thing, which is why I became a P.I. At least having my own setup, I can pick and choose the cases I want to take.”
“Is it physically challenging?”
“It can be. I stay in shape because I need to.” In an effort at full disclosure with her, Jett admitted, “I get most of my business from a surveillance firm that deals with divorce.”
Even more aghast, Natalie said, “You spy on people having marital problems?”
He didn’t like her tone. “It’s not that simple, but if you want to go bare-bones, then yeah.” To make sure she got a clear picture, he shared details. “A few months ago, some bozo who’d been cheating on his wife and got busted for it decided he didn’t want a divorce. He wanted her to give him another chance, and it didn’t matter to him that she preferred to move on. Thing is, he was acting so weird, she didn’t trust him, so she hired me to keep an eye on him.”
Natalie frowned, but it seemed more out of concern than censure.
“I started checking up on him, learning his routine, his habits. A week later when the asshole bought a gun, I knew he had something planned.”
Her lips parted. “A gun?”
Jett nodded. “That same day, he checked out an old barn at an abandoned farm out in the middle of nowhere. I didn’t like it, so I followed him the rest of the day.”
As if forgetting her naked pose beneath him, Natalie shifted then asked, almost breathless, “What happened?”
“He pulled the gun on his wife.” Remembering it made Jett tense all over again. Abuse of any kind sickened him, but abuse against a woman, a wife, left him rigid with fury. “His plan was to force her into the car and take her to the barn.”
Attention rapt, Natalie whispered, “Why?”
“He said he was going to do a murder-suicide.”
“Oh my God. You heard all that?”
“And recorded it.”
Her entire countenance softened. “What did you do, Jett?”
“I stopped him.” Jett took great pleasure in giving her that truth. It had been ugly, and he’d definitely lost control when the guy tried to stave him off by pointing the gun at his wife. More than anything, Jett had wanted to tear that guy apart. As it was, he’d done more than enough damage.
He waited for Natalie to ask him how he’d stopped the jerk and wondered just how much he ought to tell her.
Instead, she said, “You could have been killed.”
She surprised him with that observation. “Maybe.” Shots were fired that day. Luckily they’d only struck a tree, a car and the side of the house. “But I wasn’t. Instead, the guy is now in jail on a string of charges, and the woman is free to live without always looking over her shoulder.”
“I’m glad you were there to help her.”
Jett felt compelled to tell her, “I’m damn good at any job I do.”
She accepted that without comment then looked down at his thigh, currently under hers, keeping her legs apart. “Does it ever pain you?”
“Not often.” He ran a hand up her leg to her hip. “For this, for you, I promise it’s not a problem.”
Her gaze went from his leg to his boner. “I’m glad.”
Jett watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she rested there. He didn’t want to push her, but… “Your turn, Natalie.”
Her gaze shot up to his. “For what?”
“Share something with me. Something that I don’t already know.”
Her gaze immediately skirted away. “I don’t think so.”
“Why not?” He brushed a few of those honey-colored curls away from her face.
She turned her cheek into his palm. Sounding almost desperate, she said, “Because I like things how they are.”
“What if I don’t?”
Something close to panic darkened her eyes. Again she struggled against the restraint before giving up to say, “Try to understand, Jett.” She took a shuddering breath, licked her lips. “Sharing is…difficult for me.”
Because she didn’t trust him—but he wasn’t giving up. Not yet. “I’ll make it easier for you.” Leaning down, Jett kissed her lightly on her lips, then her throat and then each breast.
She held her breath as he sat up again, stroking his hands along her sweet, taut body, over her ribs, her hipbones, and coming to rest on her inner thighs.
Her breathing accelerated. “I don’t see how—”
“I know what you want, honey. I know what you need.” He eased a finger inside her, touching her carefully with slow, precise care. “Just relax now.”
Her lids sank down over dazed eyes.
“I’ll ask questions,” Jett quietly told her, “and you can just answer.”
He knew she was confused but also aroused, and he hoped that might help weaken her resistance. “Where are you going for spring break?”
She clenched, and he felt it on his finger. It was his turn to close his eyes as he struggled for control.
Voice very small and shaky, she whispered, “Jett… I’m not sure—”
“I know.” But he couldn’t let her uncertainty matter anymore. “Do you want me, Natalie?”
No hesitation. “Yes.”
Coaxing, he said, “You’re on the pill, and neither of us has been with anyone else since we started seeing each other.”
He waited, and when she didn’t deny that, a strangling tightness loosened in his chest.
It felt like relief.
With that confirmed, he made up his mind.
For the first time in over a decade, he wanted to skip the precautions to build on his special closeness with Natalie. It wasn’t something he’d do with a casual date, and neither would she.
“I don’t want to wear a rubber.” Jett met her surprised gaze. “I want to feel you, Natalie. All of you.” He eased his finger out then pressed in again. “And I want you to feel only me.”
Her chest labored and, voice lower still, filled with heat, she said again, “Yes.”
Damn. Maybe he’d overestimated his control. He took a second to regroup then took his fingers from her. Bracing on one arm beside her, he wrapped a hand around his erection and used it to tease her. Up and down, over her turgid clitoris—but he didn’t enter her. Not yet.
She lifted up, trying to encourage him, but he held off. It sure as hell wasn’t easy when every muscle in his body urged him to bury himself deep inside her. He had to remember his plan.
Locking his jaw, Jett pushed just the head of his cock inside her.
Slippery wet, silky hot and almost irresistible.
If he wanted only this, he’d be a goner. But he wanted more.
When Natalie squirmed, tightening her legs around him, he damn near lost it. Giving her his weight to keep her still, Jett cupped her face, brushed his mouth lightly over hers and asked again, “Where are you going for spring break?”
She kissed him—until he leaned out of reach. “I need you, Jett.”
“I know you do.” Not as much as he needed her, though. “Tell me where you’re going.”
She paused in her fevered attempt to connect with him. “I don’t understand you.”
Closing his eyes, Jett stroked into her, filled her and relished her ragged moan of pleasure.