Chapter 49: 50
Payton could hear—and feel—how badly J.D. wanted her. The thought of making him totally lose it sent thrills running down her spine.
"Maybe we should walk a little farther. We do have all night." She took J.D.'s hand and brought it to her mouth. With her eyes on his, she kissed his finger and—while he watched—slowly slid the tip between her lips. From the look in his eyes, she could tell how much that turned him on. She may have been the first to moan, but she had a feeling she could quickly even the score right here, so she boldly flicked her tongue around the tip of his finger and gave him a look that unmistakably said how much more fun it would be if her mouth was somewhere else instead . . .
J.D. tangled his hand in her hair and stopped her. His eyes were dark and intense as he peered down at her. "Do you want to hear me say it, Payton? I want you. Now."
Payton felt her entire body go instantly hot.
Game over.
THEY HAD A minor disagreement in the elevator.
"What floor are you on?"
Fumble. Fumble.
"The top. Club level."
Zipper.
"My room's closer."
More fumbling. Gasp.
"My room's oceanfront. Fuck it—this thing keeps getting in the way."
Loud rip.
"Oceanfront? Hmm . . . I see somebody was a little presumptuous at check—"
Sharp intake of breath. "Oh, yes . . ."
Moan. Hands gripping rail. Heavy breathing.
"Screw it, I don't care . . . do it here, J.D. Now."
Wicked laugh.
"Not yet."
"You're gonna pay for this."
Devilish grin.
"I certainly hope so."
J.D. PRESSED PAYTON against the door to his room as he slid the key card into the lock. When he heard the familiar click, he grabbed Payton by the waist and pulled her into the room with him.
Okay, fine—at check-in, when she wasn't paying attention, he had asked to be upgraded to an oceanfront suite. He'd been feeling a little . . . optimistic.
And Payton didn't exactly look displeased with his decision. Still holding his hand, she walked around the room, checking out the oversized living room area, the separate master bedroom, the marble bathroom with a solid stone ocean-facing soaking tub, and, of course, the private balcony with a direct view of the Atlantic.
"You approve?" J.D. asked when she finished her perusal of the room.
Payton smiled. "Do I even want to know how much this cost you?"
In truth, he'd spent over a grand out of his own pocket for the upgrade. He debated what was better: to let her think this was all part of his so-called "extravagant lifestyle," or to tell her the truth. He decided to go with the truth. So far that evening, saying exactly what was on his mind had been paying off in spades.
"It's for you," he told her.
Payton seemed momentarily surprised by this. Then she pulled in close and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"It's perfect."
She kissed him. Before J.D. knew it, they had made their way into the bedroom. The hotel housekeeping staff had already turned down the bed and the lights were low and ambient. He peered into Payton's eyes and saw that familiar mix of daring and mischief. Seeing how the whole being-direct thing was working for him—
"Take off your dress," he said.
Payton gave him an "Oh, really?" look, and J.D. could tell that part of her wanted to get sassy again. But he could also tell that the other part of her really, really liked it.
She shrugged nonchalantly. "Easy enough. You already ripped the zipper in the elevator." With her shrug and the simple tug of one strap, the dress fell to the floor.
Interesting.
And here he'd thought she looked amazing in the dress.
J.D.'s eyes traveled from (black lacy) top to (racy thong) bottom. And she still wore her high heels.
This was going to be one long f**king night.
Gesturing to the black lace, J.D. gave Payton an "Oh, really?" look of his own. "It looks like somebody else was being a little presumptuous, too. Unless you wear that to all your client dinners?"
With a slight kick of her leg, Payton nudged the dress out of her way. She wrapped her arms around J.D., one hand at the back of his head, and threaded her fingers through his hair. She looked up at him and repeated his earlier words.
"It's for you," she said softly.
J.D. looked deep into those dark blue eyes.
This girl drove him absolutely crazy.
With a grin, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed.
Because tonight, she was his.
FOR NEARLY AN hour they teased one another, until Payton finally caved and grabbed a condom off the nightstand.
J.D. hooked one of her legs around his waist and grabbed her hand. "Put it on me," he whispered, nearly a groan.
So she did. Then she told him she needed to quickly check for polo ponies.
When J.D. threw her other leg around his waist and pinned her arms over her head, Payton decided to reschedule the pony-check for another time.
As he moved over her, J.D. told her to open her eyes and look at him, and she thought the moment couldn't get any better.
Then he held her face between his hands and whispered her name, and she knew it just did.
AFTERWARD, J.D. COLLAPSED on top of Payton, still tangled between her legs, his face buried in her neck as he tried to catch his breath.
His thoughts.
Deep, too.
Just.
Had.
Sex.
Sleepy.
He felt Payton suddenly stir beneath him and he perked up his head, instantly alert.
Ooh—again?
SOMETIME AFTER ROUND Two, they decided to open the drapes and the sliding glass doors so that they could hear the waves. They lay facing each other in the moonlight. As J.D.'s fingers traced lazy arcs along her hip, Payton couldn't help but grin.
"What?" He peered down at her while propped up on one elbow.
"Nothing," Payton said. "Just that . . . it's you."
J.D. bent his head to kiss her shoulder, seeming to understand exactly what she meant. "I know. We've said a lot of things to each other over these past eight years."
"I think we should've been doing this a long time ago."
J.D. laughed. "You hated me up until about a week ago, remember?"
Payton ran her hand along J.D.'s forearm, his shoulder, across the firm muscles of his chest. Had she really ever hated him? Funny, because now she couldn't keep her hands off him. She'd guessed that J.D. was in good shape because anyone who looked that great in a suit had to be in good shape, but . . . wow. There'd been a moment during Round Two when he'd lifted her off him and flipped her over onto her stomach like it was nothing. Et cetera.
A nagging question in the back of Payton's mind was whether J.D. was this incredible with the other women he'd slept with. She hated to think that what was undoubtedly the best sex of her life was just an average run-of-the-mill romp in the sack for him.
Payton decided she had better push her feelings aside. Since she didn't know what J.D. was thinking, it was best to keep things light and flirty.
" 'Hate' is such a strong word," she teased J.D. "And actually, when we first met, I didn't dislike you at all. Quite the opposite, in fact."
Payton pushed herself up on one arm. "Do you even remember the day we met? It was our first day of work, at the firm's welcome orientation."
J.D. toyed with a lock of her hair between two of his fingers. "Of course I remember. I saw you sitting at the table with the other litigation associates, and I walked over and introduced myself. You said—quote—'So you're the infamous J. D. Jameson.' "
Payton grinned. Before starting with the firm, she had heard things about J.D. from the associates and partners who had recruited him. "And you said, 'I've heard stories about you, too, Payton Kendall.' "
She still vividly recalled what had happened next. "Then they told us to take our seats, and you sat next to me, and just as they began welcoming us to the firm, you leaned over and asked if I was really as good as people said I was."
J.D. smiled as he remembered. "And in response, you gave me this sly little look over your shoulder and said, 'I guess you'll have to find out for yourself, J. D. Jameson.' "
Payton laughed. "It sounds so much more scandalous when you say it."
"I was intrigued. To say the least." J.D. paused. "But then you turned on me."
Payton studied him carefully. That was the second time he'd made a comment like that. "What do you mean, I turned on you?"
J.D. gave her a look. "How interesting that you don't remember that part . . . It was about a week later."
"Actually I recall that about a week later, I was still trying to flirt with you," Payton said. "Unsuccessfully, I might add."
J.D. sat up with an expression of pure skepticism. "Really? And when, exactly, was this alleged attempt to flirt with me?"
Now Payton sat up, too. "Not that I expect you to remember, but it was in the elevator. You jumped in right before the doors closed, and I noticed you were wearing glasses that morning."
J.D. jumped off the bed and circled around it. He pointed, as if to say she was busted now. Not that she was particularly intimidated, considering he was in his underwear. Then again, so was she.
"Oh—but I do remember that conversation, Payton. Every word. I had just gotten those glasses and you mocked the way I looked in them."
Now Payton was off the bed, also circling. "What are you talking about?" She turned on the light next to the bed to see him better. "I never made fun of the way you looked in your glasses."
J.D. pounced. "Aha! See—you don't remember. Allow me to refresh your recollection, Ms. Kendall. You looked over at me and said—and I can quote you directly here—'Nice glasses, Jameson. You look like Clark Kent.' " He folded his arms across his chest. So there.
Payton stared at him. "Yes, I know. That's exactly what I said."
J.D. held out his hands. "Clark Kent? The meek and awkward alter ego of Superman?"
Payton shook her head. "No, Clark Kent, the guy who seems all intellectual and restrained on the outside, but really he's got this . . . power and all these . . . muscles hidden underneath that tight, buttoned-up shirt that make you want to just grab him and muss up that perfect hair of his and find out how hard the Man of Steel can—"
J.D. held up his hand. "I think I get the picture."
Payton fanned herself. "Anyway, when I said you looked like Clark Kent with your glasses on, that was a compliment."
J.D. sat down on the edge of the bed. "Oh."
He had the strangest look right then.
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