A Slow Simmer

Hannah

Ty wasn’t at the desk when I grabbed my bag from my locker and refilled my water bottle. The door to the office was closed, so I used the ladies' room and splashed some cold water on my face.

Only a few more days and we could explore whatever this was. A few more days and I wouldn’t have to feel so on edge in the studio.

We were adults. If we wanted to date, it shouldn’t be a problem. Mal and Ty would just have to get over it.

The lights in the main studio were turned off as I stepped out into the hallway. They always tried to get out quickly after the last class of the day. The front lobby lights and the office were the only ones left on.

“Jordan?” I tried to keep my voice quiet while I walked down the hallway, but as I passed the office, a hand reached out and tugged me in the open door.

“It’s just us left.” He pulled me inside and pressed the door closed, taking a step toward me and effectively boxing me against it.

“Don’t we need to lock up or something?” I said nervously as I braced my hands flat against the door behind me.

“The front door is already locked, and the sign is off.”

“Oh,” I breathed out nervously as he leaned in closer. “Did you kick everyone out?”

“Pretty much,” he laughed as he took another step toward me and placed one of his large hands on the door above me. I felt small and vulnerable as he towered over me; his masculine scent enveloped the air around us.

“You impressed me tonight.”

“I did?” I asked quietly, licking my lips as I looked up at him.

“Very much so. It’s sexy how strong you’ve gotten.”

“At least I can jog now without wanting to pass out,” I joked, but he didn’t laugh. He leaned down and ran his fingers along the exposed skin on my shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he confessed quietly. My eyes found him, and I felt the air between us crackle with energy.

This was different than the night before. That was exploring a mutual attraction after an enjoyable evening. I wasn’t sure what this was.

“Uh-huh?”

“I’ve been fantasizing about your taste,” he murmured in a low voice, glancing down at my lips hungrily. My tongue peeked out as my mouth went dry at his words.

“Oh…”

“About that little moan you let out when I fed you last night.” His warm breath fanned out across my cheeks. “How soft your lips were.”

His eyes were intense as he took one more step toward me, pinning me to the door with his hips.

I tentatively reached my hands out and grasped his waist, one of my thumbs grazing the hot, bare skin under his shirt.

He visibly shuddered, and I could feel how hard he was as he shifted his hips toward me. His thin shorts were doing nothing to conceal how worked up he was.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “I promised myself that I’d take it slow with you.”

“Almost eight weeks wasn’t slow enough?” I asked. My breath was coming out in pants as I watched him. He seemed to be having some kind of struggle with himself.

“God, I should just walk you to your car right now.”

“You can still do that.” I didn't want him to at all.

“Fuck no.”

Before I could react, both his large hands gripped the backs of my thighs, and his mouth was on mine. His lips were almost brutal as he devoured me, using his strength to hoist me halfway up the door.

My legs locked around his waist, and he squeezed my ass as he ground into me. It was a frenzy of lips and tongues and gasps as we passionately connected.

The kiss from the other night was sweet and brief. This was unbridled energy, the two of us attacking each other because we couldn’t resist the pull anymore.

My hands explored the hard muscles of his back as his tongue plundered my mouth, stealing every bit of breath I had left. He left me oxygen-deprived and starved for his touch.

“Fuck, Hannah. I want you,” he groaned into my hair as he pulled back, leaving biting kisses along my neck and shoulder.

My head spun as I felt his hardness pressing into me in exactly the right place. My hips rolled against him, and he growled, his lips reclaiming mine.

Flashes of him in my bed danced behind my eyelids, and I knew that when we finally succumbed to the intensity between us, it would be explosive.

I had never felt this kind of forceful chemistry with another man. This need to devour someone, knowing it still wouldn’t be enough to satisfy your desire for them.

“Oh my God, Jordan,” I moaned as I broke away from the kiss, my heart pounding in my chest.

He lifted me away from the door and took a few steps backward, collapsing into the armless desk chair. The wheels scraped loudly against the floor as it settled against the wall.

My hips ground into his as I cupped his face and kissed him hungrily. He responded with equal enthusiasm and grabbed them with both hands, rocking me against him as he thrust upward.

He hit me at just the right angle through the thin material separating us, making me gasp into his mouth.

I rotated against his movements and felt myself plunging toward my release with every dirty grind against his hardness. He felt big.

The truly hedonistic part of me wanted him to rip my running tights apart and just fuck me right in this office. But we were too far gone to exert the effort.

“Uhh…” His loud moan triggered something inside of me, and I felt myself convulse in his lap, chasing my orgasm with absolute desperation as I gripped the hair at the back of his head.

“Oh my God,” I half-screamed, half-moaned as I spasmed in his lap, my whole body pulsing. “Yes!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned against my throat as I felt him pulse between my legs moments later.

I collapsed against him, pressed tightly to his sweaty body, half-shaking.

“Are you all right?” he asked after a few moments.

My forehead was pressed tightly to his neck as I tried to calm down my frantic heart. He ran a hand up and down my back, making me shudder and melt into his embrace.

“Well, I guess I got two workouts tonight,” I murmured quietly as I leaned back and blinked my eyes open. The smile on his face was radiant as I looked down at him.

“I think we both did.”

The sound of his rich laughter sent a thrill through me, and I couldn’t resist kissing him again. Our lips lazily connected for a few minutes, the passion from before replaced with satisfying drowsiness.

“We should probably get going. You’ve got work tomorrow, and I have to be back here at four forty-five.”

My eyes widened when I registered what he said.

“Who do you think teaches all the morning classes?”

“Oh my God, then why do you take the evening classes?” I asked as I ran my fingers through his sweaty, disheveled hair. “Aren’t you exhausted in the morning?”

“Well, I might be tomorrow from my two workouts.” He laughed. “But most nights, I work out, go home to shower, and pass out hard. I’m usually out like a light by nine.”

I checked my watch, and it was already after eight forty. Our little make-out session had lasted longer than I thought.

“Shit. Well, you’ve only got like twenty minutes to make it home,” I laughed.

His hands held me steady as I climbed off his lap. He had a tired smile on his face as he looked up at me. I was glad that I had worn dark leggings because I could feel a definite wet spot between my legs.

“Can you wait a few minutes while I shower real quick?” he asked quietly.

I nodded, and he stood up, kissing my cheek and grabbing his bag from the floor.

“I’ll just be a few minutes.”

“I’ll be here,” I reassured, smiling as I sat down in the office chair, the faux leather warm from his body.

When I took my phone off of silent, I saw that I had a message from Parker.

Parker

you two done fucking yet? Your dinner is getting cold.

Oh my God. He was ridiculous tonight.

Hannah

haven’t left the studio yet; he’s in the shower.

Parker

and you’re texting me? Damn girl, have I failed in my teachings?

I laughed as I imagined his face. He would be encouraging me to go molest the naked man in the locker room. The thought had crossed my mind, but maybe that particular fantasy could be explored another time.

“Are you ready to take off?” Jordan appeared in the doorway a few minutes later, refreshed and smelling delicious, his hair damp and wild.

“We need to get you to bed. You need to get some rest.”

His eyes widened, and he held his hand out, helping me up. I grabbed my bag that had been abandoned, and he flipped off the light.

“We, huh?” he teased as he interlaced the fingers on our hands and we made our way out of the studio, pausing briefly to lock the front door. The parking lot only had two cars left; the others were long gone.

“You know what I mean,” I scoffed as I squeezed his hand.

“I do. I wish I could take you home with me,” he confessed. “But there wouldn’t be much resting if I did that.”

I felt myself blush at the implications and averted my gaze as we stopped next to my car. My shaky fingers unlocked the door, and I threw my bag into the driver’s seat, turning around to face Jordan.

He dropped his bag to the parking lot and cupped the back of my neck, pulling my face toward his. I eagerly fisted the sides of his shirt as our tongues intertwined.

I had been wrong about his kiss the night before. It wasn't even close to predicting the passion that I now knew he was capable of.

“Drive safely. I'll see you Friday,” he murmured as he pecked my lips again.

I nodded as he held out his hand and helped me climb into the passenger seat.

“Are you free Saturday afternoon? We still need to talk about that date,” he said, bracing his hands against the frame of the open door.

“Actually, I'm not,” I answered sadly. “Parker and Tatum have my afternoon and evening booked up.”

His eyes looked curious, and I felt my cheeks heat up as I thought about what would be happening.

“I know I shouldn’t be jealous of a gay man, but I am intrigued by what has you blushing so hard.”

Part of me was half tempted to tell him that my best friend and one of his best friends were going to take me lingerie shopping and then take nearly naked photos of me, but that would probably be too much.

I wasn’t sure if I would be sharing those photos with anyone. It depended on how they turned out.

Although, the thought of Jordan’s response to me sending him a preview had me blushing all over again.

“You need to stop that,” he warned, “or I’m going to drag you home with me.”

“That would be a bad thing?” I asked him in a teasing voice, then bit my lip.

“What am I going to do with you?” He laughed, and I smiled deviously up at him.

“I can think of a few things.” I winked as my voice dropped into a sultrier tone.

He not-so-subtly adjusted himself, narrowing his eyes at me as he leaned further against the top of my door frame.

“Go home, Hannah. We both need to sleep.”

“Fine. I guess we should be responsible adults.” I sighed, disappointed but knowing he was right. As much as I craved him, we shouldn’t just jump into bed together.

“Text me when you get home?” he asked as he patted his hand against the top of my car.

I nodded, and he leaned down to give me a sweet kiss on the lips.

This was the second time I’d watched him as I drove away, wholly wrapped up in my thoughts of what was to come.

Only now, I had a little bit more of an indication of what it felt like when he turned the heat up.