Chapter Seven
Jasmine woke up to the sound of pounding coming from somewhere. She wasn’t ever a morning person but the insistent pounding was putting her in a far worse mood than she normally woke up in.
She climbed out of her bed and stumbled down the stairs, not bothering to put on a robe to cover up her old t-shirt and short boxers. If the person was rude enough to wake her up early on a Saturday, then whoever it was could deal with her bedtime apparel.
She knew her hair would be frightening and her eyes still only half slits. Perhaps she’d scare the unwanted visitor enough to never call so early again. She yanked open the door, “What do you want at this ungodly hour?” she snapped before looking up.
She gasped at the sight of Derek standing on her front porch. He didn’t look too happy. She had no clue what he could possibly be doing on her front doorstep at any time, much less so early on a Saturday.
“Is that how you greet all your guests?” he asked, with a mocking smile.
“Number one, you’re not my guest and number two, most people are smart enough not to show up at my doorstep at the break of dawn, on a weekend,” she snapped back at him, not even caring she was being rude.
She inhaled the scent of coffee and her eyes widened as she sought out the wonderful aroma. He was holding two large cups and she was fighting with herself on whether to shut the door in his face, or make a grab for the cup. She was awake now and she wanted that coffee badly.
Derek had to fight the smile from coming across his features at the pure look of lust that came into her eyes as she spotted the coffee he was holding. He’d made a last minute decision to swing by and grab it. Even after only a week of working with her, he already knew she wasn’t a happy person until she’d downed her first cup. He’d learned to wait to speak to her until she was at least half-way through the mug.
He held it out as a peace offering, forgetting for a moment he was there to demand answers from her. She greedily grabbed the cup and took a large sip with a sigh.
He felt the sigh all the way down to his toes. Damn she could go from almost frightening to downright exotic in a split second. He wanted that look on her face as he slipped deep inside her body. His pants were getting far too tight, the more his thoughts strayed.
“Um, thanks for the coffee, now go away and come back at a descent hour,” she said and began shutting the door in his face. He was so shocked at being dismissed so completely he almost allowed her to slam the door. At the last second he put his foot in the door, stopping her progress. He looked at her like she’d lost her mind.
“I need to talk to you,” he almost growled.
“Whatever it is, it can wait until Monday morning. I brought my work home and will have everything ready for you,” she said with exasperation. She thought he was there about work. Well, he reasoned with himself, what else would she think he was there for?
“I’m coming in Jasmine. We’re going to talk,” he said in his most authoritative voice. That tone had made more than one person back down and tremble. She merely shrugged at him as if she could care less.
“Whatever Derek, hurry up then, so I can lie back down. What time is it anyway?” she asked. She then turned towards her clock and gasped in outrage as she turned back on him. “It’s freaking six thirty in the morning,” she yelled, as if she couldn’t possibly believe he’d dare to approach her so early. “On my day off,” she continued.
She was now steadily walking towards him, with a look so full of fury, he actually found himself retreating a step. When he realized what he’d done, he stood still, not ever being willing to cede ground.
She got within inches of his face and poked her finger hard into his chest. “This had better be a life or death matter,” she growled at him. He was so unbelievably turned on he forgot about why he was there or why they needed to talk.
He grabbed her cup, which made her gasp again in fury and then set both of them on a nearby table. He then grabbed her in his arms and kissed her with all the pent up desire he’d been holding in the entire week.
She punched him in the chest for about two seconds and then her body went limp in surrender. He was only planning on kissing her, to show her he was the one in control but once his lips were connected with hers, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. His hands ran down her back, to grip her luscious behind and pull her up tight against his aroused body.
She gasped in his mouth, as her body connected with his and she felt the arousal pressed into her core. She threw her arms around his neck and held on tightly, as he devoured her mouth with his. His hand continued to grip her tightly, lifting her completely off the ground and he turned them so her back was pressed up against the wall. He ground his hips against her, trying to relieve the intense pressure in his pants.
He wanted her and if she came to her senses and told him to stop he may die right there on the spot. He was tangling his tongue with hers as his hands massaged her beautiful behind. She was so unbelievably curved in all the right places. Her backside was a perfect fit in his large hands. He squeezed a little tighter and she let out a growl of appreciation.
“Where’s your room?” he asked her, before once again kissing her senseless. She lifted her arm and pointed down the hallway, without ever speaking. He took that as a yes from her and started heading in that direction, with her wrapped around his waist.
He reached an open doorway and could smell her scent drifting out to him. He knew it was her room. He strode through the doorway and lay her down on the bed. He stripped his clothing away and then pressed down into her, connecting their lips once more, before either of them could realize they were making a mistake.
He broke contact with her only long enough to pull the shirt over her head and yank the shorts off. He threw them, not caring where they landed. He was finally stretched out against her fully, skin to skin. He knew his body was so on fire that he was most likely burning her. He couldn’t stop touching her. His hands roved from her beautiful br**sts, down her thighs and back up again.
He finally stopped kissing her, only to trail his lips down the smooth column of her throat. He licked along the pulse point, feeling his own skip a beat, as he realized how quickly hers was pounding. She’d been passionate when they were young; she was downright exotic as an adult. He reacquainted himself with all her curves, appreciating the maturing her body had done.
He brought his mouth down the mounds of her br**sts and sucked in the tightened nipple. She arched her back as he continued to massage the aching nipple, reaching down to hold his head close to her body. He nipped at the swollen bud and then licked over the spot, making another moan escape her body.