All the Wrong Choices by C.A. Harms

Chapter Fifteen

Jonah

Sprawledout on Danielle's kitchen floor, her body half over mine, my ass stuck to the tile beneath me from my sweaty body, I'm exhausted. I swear, for a few minutes there, I may have blacked out. Fuck, my head is foggy; my entire lower body feels weak and jelly-like.

I've realized something very fast with Dani. She is the most addictive woman I've ever met. One taste and I'm a madman with uncontrollable urges and desires. It's like I lose all sense of control.

Neither of us speaks. My boxers are still hanging on my ankle and her panties are somewhere around here. Finding her standing inside her house in nothing more than her panties and bra felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. But then she added a little more ammo and removed her bra, and I was done.

The sound of a soft giggle echoes through the kitchen, and I lift my head just enough to look down at her. She has her hand over her face, her knees pulled up, with another arm draped over her chest.

She is peeking at me through her parted fingers, and I can't help but smile at her.

"What in the hell happened?" Her words rattle with her laughter.

I know what she’s talking about, and everything is a blur. She ignited two minutes after I slid my finger inside of her, and something snapped inside of me. In record time, I was sheathed and slamming inside of her within seconds.

We started on the counter, and for the life of me, I have no idea how in the hell we ended up on the floor. One stool is tipped over a few feet away, and a few other things are scattered on the floor around us.

"I have no idea," and honestly, I don't. "But I can barely feel my legs."

Her laughter grows louder, and I roll to my side to get a better look at her.

"At one point, I heard something crack," she arches her neck, looking left and then right. "We need to be careful when we finally move. I'm pretty sure something broke when it hit the floor."

We are like two little old people, as we both try to get up off the floor. Both of us are searching around for clothes, I watch as she walks into the other room and pulls her shirt over her head. Foregoing the bra and panties, shimmying into her shorts, she covers her body, and I pull up my boxers.

Still searching for my jeans and shirt, I hear her clear her throat and find her standing in the living room holding them in her hand.

She is so fucking beautiful, her hair all sexed up and her face flush. My chest tightens, and immediately I have to remind myself to keep feelings out of this scenario.

Moving closer, I reach out for my clothes, and she moves them behind her back. With only a few inches separating us, I lean closer and press my lips to hers. Feeling the way she reacts to me, her body sagging forward, gives me more satisfaction than I can ever explain.

She wants this to be nothing more than casual, keeping feelings and commitment out of the equation. I know it is what she needs for now. But I knew going in; I had one set goal in my mind, to change hers.

When she is less distracted, I reach around and tug my clothes from her grasp. She attempts to regain control, but I spin around and press her back to the wall. Pushing my body against hers, I slip my thigh between her parted legs and her lips part.

I could go again, no doubt about it. Yes, I'm exhausted, but Danielle is worth feeling like shit tomorrow. I'd gladly drag ass all day to stay up with her all night.

"You have papers to grade," when she groans in protest, I apply a little pressure with my legs and feel her push back, shifting her lower half against me. "Friday," I kiss along her jaw, and she arches her neck, allowing me full access. She is so responsive, so insatiable, and I love it. "I have an early day," nipping her ear, I relish in the whimper that escapes her. "Let me take you to dinner."

"You don't have to buy me dinner," I pull back and find her looking up at me, her hands pressed firmly to my chest. Again I take in her flushed state, knowing her body is ready for more. Her nipples are hard beneath her thin shirt, and whether she is aware of it or not, she is still slightly shifting her hips, seeking pressure from my thigh.

"I know I don't have to," I can play this one of two ways. One, to be honest, I want to tell her I'm not the kind of guy who can fuck her and then leave her, but I know it will only force her to push me away. So I go for option two. "I thought you could put on one of those hot little dresses of yours and tease me through dinner."

"Oh, is that so?"

Reaching around her, I cup her ass and use it as leverage to move my thigh against her needy center. Her lips part, her chest rises and falls as her breathing picks up. She is turned on, and nothing is more beautiful than Dani in this state.

Instead of replying, I nod, still moving her against me. I sense she is close, and part of me wants to strip off my boxers once more and sink inside of her, but I hold back. This isn't for me. It's for her.

Okay, so maybe it's for me a little, too.

"Dinner?"

She nods, her eyes drooping as her fingernails dig into my shoulders. "Oh," she pants. Sensing her frustration, I can tell she is close but unable to get there. Pushing my hand into the back of her shorts, I continue on my path until I'm at her entrance. She is so incredibly wet, my finger slides right in, and she moans. Suddenly her movements are quick as she thrusts her hips, grinding against my thigh, hitting the perfect spot as my finger moves inside her.

"You are so incredibly sexy," I'm testing the waters, hoping my words don't throw off her stride. "Mm," I'm rethinking my idea not to join her, feeling her wrapped around me so tight. I crave her. Then her orgasm hits her hard, and she leans into me, biting my peck. The sting clears my thoughts, and I keep my finger inside her, feeling her pulsate as she slows her movements.

"You cheated," she pants.

"Are you saying you would have said no otherwise?" Carefully I pull out of her, feeling her wetness coating my finger. Tasting her was incredible, just as I thought it would be. She is exquisite, the way she shifted against my mouth as I licked along her wetness. Everything about Dani is incredible, and the need to taste her once more consumes me.

Yes, the sex is explosive, the way she ignites, her body is addictive, but so is her smile.

This is killing me; I want this all the time. I want to witness every single reaction from her, even those that don't involve sex. I want Dani. I want all of her.

"Just let me know when and where to meet you."

"How about I pick you up?"

I can see she wants to argue, and I have to once again play things her way. "I keep having this dream of you and I in my car." Wagging my brows, I instantly feel my stomach tense.

"That could be very difficult, considering you drive a sports car with little room." Lifting up on her tiptoes, she kisses the corner of my mouth. "But I'm willing to give it a shot."

And once again, I'm hard and ready.