Chapter 4: Climax
The weight of her gaze paralyzed me, the primal intensity making my heart race. Jo stood in the doorway, her eyes locked onto mine, a dangerous hunger simmering within them. Her lips parted, breath ragged, as if she'd been running. She hadn't. She'd been waiting. For me.
I could see the pulse in her neck, a living throb that matched the raging beat of my own desire. Her body was clad in a shirt that did nothing to conceal her ample curves, her cleavage threatening to spill over the top.
Her jeans hugged her generous hips, accentuating the sway of her ass as she moved toward me, each step a deliberate, slow temptation.
"You're late," I growled, my voice low and rough. I was trying to maintain control, but her scent was driving me wild. A mix of sweet perfume and her natural musk, it was intoxicating.
She smirked, a wicked twist of her lips that sent a shiver down my spine. "I wanted to keep you waiting," she purred, her voice sultry and laced with promise.
I stood from my seat, our eyes never breaking contact.
The room, usually so calm and sterile, seemed to pulse with an electric energy, charged by our desires. Dr. Lewis's diplomas and certificates watched us from the walls, silent observers to our primal dance.
Jo's hands went to her shirt, fingers toying with the buttons. She undid them slowly, one by one, her eyes never leaving mine. I could see the swell of her breasts, the lace of her bra peeking through, and my mouth went dry.
"Fuck, Jo, you're killing me," I murmured, my voice thick with need.
Her shirt fell open, revealing the sheer lace of her bra, her nipples hard and straining against the fabric. She stepped closer, her body brushing against mine, and I felt her heat through my clothes.
"Is that a problem?" she asked, her voice a low purr. She ran her hands up my chest, her fingers tracing the line of my collarbone before sliding down to my belt. I grabbed her wrists, a growl escaping my lips as I pinned her hands to the wall behind her.
"You know it is," I said, my voice harsh.
I wanted to be rough with her, to feel her surrender under my touch. But I wasn't sure if she was ready for that, if I was ready for that.
Her breath hitched, her eyes widened, but she didn't protest. Instead, she arched her back, pressing her chest against mine, her nipples hardening further. "Then what are you going to do about it?" she challenged, her voice a low, sultry whisper.
I growled, a primal sound born of hunger and need. I released her wrists and slid my hands down to cup her ass, pulling her against me.
I could feel the heat of her, the slickness of her already soaked through her jeans. "I'm going to fuck you, Jo," I whispered, my lips brushing against hers. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't think straight. Until you can't remember your own name."
She moaned softly, her body melting against mine. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please."
I spun her around, pushing her against the wall, my body pinning hers. I reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down over her hips, taking her underwear with them.