Smooth Jazz Ch. 02

Her eyes were shut, and her luscious mouth was open wide in pleasure. Her brown skin looked so smooth, as if it would be soft to the touch.

He had to do something as he was starting to get hard, and feeling quite perverted at his thoughts. He imagined himself sliding into her, doing what her hand alone couldn't do. He decided he had to act before his mind wandered any further. But he wanted to let her finish first and couldn't tear his eyes away.

"Mmm yes, Fuck me!" She cried out gripping her breast with her free hand and spreading her luscious thighs further. Connors dick strained against his pants even more.

He thought he would burst from the sight of her pleasure. Her freshly manicured hands were going to work on her pretty pussy. He nearly growled as his hand stroke the outside of his pants.

"I'm going to cum." She moaned and he wanted to tear his eyes away but couldn't. She then climaxed, screaming out in ecstasy, and then her hands fell at her side. Connor watched as she sucked her fingers of her juices and breathed heavily.

Connor wish he felt that same relief because his hard on was raging a war against the front of his pants.

Connor knocked on the bedroom door, and Jazz jumped, her eyes meeting his.

"Shit! Oh my god!" She looked at him in such shock and embarrassment that he had to stop himself from laughing. How could she go from writhing in passion sexily, to being cute and embarrassed. She quickly pulled down her skirt.

"It's okay, its okay I'll be in front." Connor put his hands up and quickly walked away as the image of her rubbing her pussy burned in his head. A sense of familiarity washed over him. Where had he seen her before? Besides his wildest dream, he thought.

There was something so familiar about her.

"I am so sorry...so sorry." Her tantalizing voice broke through his thoughts. He immediately turned around and there she was. She was a work of art.

The episode in the bedroom had failed to show the softness of her face. Her luscious mouth was painted with lip gloss and looked great for sucking the breath out of a man. His gaze slid down her body, taking her in.

The soft lines of her breast rustled against her white blouse, and a little bit of cleavage made Connor want to gravel for more. The play of her small waist and curvy hips led him down to her legs, which under the skirt flexed in her sensible black heels.

They were the most beautiful legs he had ever seen. He thought about how they would feel wrapped around his waist. Or if he had joined her on the bed and bent her over. If he had taken a hand full of her light brown hair, and stroked her into that climax.

He didn't remember her hair going passed her shoulders in a wave, but he liked how it framed her lovely face. Her hair cupping her face helped draw attention to the big doe eyes, hazel and illuminated in the light.

"Hmm? Oh don't worry about it, sometimes we need that." He winked at her and she blushed. She was so damn striking though; it had knocked him off center.

He cleared his throat and she finally met his eyes again. She didn't seem to recognize him though, so he wouldn't mention her familiarity. He wondered why even when she sent him a shameful smile, her eyes held sadness behind them. Who had put that there? And where could he find them so he could kick their ass?

"OKAY THEN LETS GET STRAIGHT TO IT." Jazz tried to tuck away the embarrassment she felt. He had caught her on the bed rubbing her pussy like a mad woman. She didn't like the way he was looking at her now either.

He seemed to be flashing her knowing looks, like he knew what she was thinking about when she was masturbating. Connor eyes seemed to grow dark and his voice was strained. He looked so sinew and dangerous.

He was pure masculinity Jazz thought. He was in no way "proper." There was something inside her which stirred like it never stirred before. His broad shoulders and muscular build was breathtaking up close. His dark hair was sun streaked with a hint of dark brown and was cut close to his ears.

He wore camo pants, a white t-shirt, dog tags, and his timberland boots that sounded lightly on the wooden floor. His sun kissed skin seemed like perfection. He moved in strides, his shoulders always straight and his head never bending.

His mouth was ripe and seemed capable of oh so many things. God Jazz, wipe the drool from your mouth. Get a hold of yourself. She tightened her legs together to keep them from shaking as he walked closer to her, his beautiful eyes unwavering. His voice was rough, deep, and sensual.

"Shall we?" He flashed her smile, stunningly so, it made her knees want to give out. What kind of weapon was that, to which god would give a mere mortal to posses?

She cleared her head and led them to the kitchen. Connor pulled out her chair, a gesture that was natural and gentleman like and all the more charming.

"Well Mr. O'Malley-"

"Connor is good. I think were passed that at this point." He assured her and she blushed some more but relaxed.

"Connor." She said teasingly and he suppressed a shiver. He couldn't explain what was happening to him. He only knew that he wanted her and he wanted her bad.

She captured him. The way she moved, swift but with short measure. The way her eyes took in a room and didn't falter in a thorough assessment.

"Let's see, well if you like the house we can finalize the papers today. I just need to know if your going to pay in monthly installments or-"

"I'd rather pay for the full six months up front." Connor said stopping her short, he gave a smirk as she quirked her full lips out at him as if to say rude. He wanted to lean over and take them as his. Though he never enjoyed a good slap.

"Mr. O'Ma-Connor, you do realize that you may not want to stay the full six months, and once I deposit it its highly unlikely you'll be able to be refunded. I can't start housing money, it's not wise for me to do since me and William-" She stopped short again this time interrupting herself and color rose on her honey suckle skin.

Who was William? His blood burned as he thought of her already being with someone else. He shook it off. He had to get a grip. He didn't even know her, and it wasn't his place to pry.

"Williams your husband?" Oh the hell with not prying, Connor thought.

"He was." She left it at that and gave a look that said mind your damn business. Still the sadness was there and she shifted uncomfortably under his direct gaze. Connor couldn't help but pry further.

"Divorced?" Connor watched as her mouth almost gaped open. Then she closed it and stood up. He was amused at the shift from her calm and cool demeanor, to her fast temper, and found it refreshing and such a turn on.

"Mr. O'Malley my past marriage is non-"

"Connor." He corrected her and her eyes turned to slits as she beamed her beautiful hazel jewels at him. Something caught in his chest and squeezed at his heart. What was wrong with him?

She was so damn sexy, even more when she was fired up. Whether it was writhing on the bed or shooting him daggers which she was doing now.

"Connor! My business is none of your business, we are here to discuss this business, okay? So do you want to rent the house or not!" Jazz's head was swimming. Why was he so damn sexy? She thought. So much so that he was infuriating.

"With your welcoming hospitality Ms. Simmons, how could I refuse?" He gave her a knowing smile, knowing he was pissing her off.

"Its Jazz." She closed her eyes and he tried not to chuckle as she seemed to be counting backward from ten. He usually didn't infuriate women, at least never had and enjoyed it.

"Jaz? or Jas as in Jasmine?" he questioned.

"No just Jazz, J-a-z-z." She said frustration leaking out of her pores.

"Hmm, Jazz. I like it." Why did he make her name sound like sex she thought as it rolled off his tongue. Why did he look like sex? Maybe cause you haven't got any in almost a year.

"In all seriousness. I would like to pay up front, with your kind of welcoming you could have up the price." Jazz looked at him and he could tell she was trying not to laugh, but then she broke and did.

"Alright, you can give me a check or wire the money to my account. You can just settle right in okay?" He fished in his pocket and handed her a check. His hand brushed against her hand and she jolted back when he took it in his.

"I don't bite." Connor teased as she backed up a little. Her hand was soft and delicate, just like he imagined her skin would be. Still he longed to know how it would taste.

Maybe like the honey in her voice for her skin were a light caramel and her southern twang a little more evident with her temper.

"I'm sorry I don't know why I'm so jumpy. Today has just been crazy. I hope we can start over, I really hope we can be friends Connor." She lied and didn't know why. There was no way she could deny the fire of his touch. That she wanted more. Down girl.

Never had she felt something so powerful from a simple gesture. Was it those jade green eyes? They seem to see through to her as they took her in. They were almost transparent and filled with warmth and barriers.

Did he think she couldn't see that he was hiding things? The walls were there, she knew the signs because she had been putting them up as well. She never had a man look at her with such desire, or who made her feel weak at the knees like this.

"Yea me too." Connor skimmed her with those translucent eyes going dark again and Jazz shivered, his focus seem to zero in on her like a target. What was his aim?

"Its pretty slow pace around here, you have to go to the city for any fun really. Being in the army you must not be use to this kind of calm. You'll get a chance to catch up from those sleepless nights don't worry."

His eyes kind of pulled back and it amazed her how she could see and feel the shift in him at the mention of his work. The barriers were up and his defenses ready, he stood and placed his back to the wall as if ready for battle.

"I wouldn't know, I sleep pretty easy." He said a little more distant and absently. She wasn't buying it. She nodded as she had struck a chord, and wanted to hide her sympathy for him because she knew what it was like to not want it.

Connor tried to shake off his nervousness. He didn't mean to be rude but he didn't want to think about that right now.

He came closer and her gaze went to his ear for the first time. She noticed he had a bandage around it that was poorly wrapped.

"How did that happen?" She inquired as she moved to him for a closer look. This was the closest she had ever gotten to him. Her body almost pressed completely against his.

He stuck his hands in his pocket to keep from wrapping her in his arms. Connor wished he could wrap his big arms around her and bring her close.

HE SMELT SO GOOD, JAZZ INHALED HIM. She almost purred as he shifted, putting his hands in his pockets caused his muscles in his arms to flex. She tried to focus as she moved a hand across his ear and he flinched and grunted in pain.

"A bullet clipped it. " Jazz's face turned to one of genuine concern and grabbed at his heart.

"Oh my god Conner, you should have wrapped it better than this and I know you have the skills, but just not the good sense to." Jazz scolded him, and he tried not to smile as she made him feel like he was a little kid who had skinned his knee and refused to get stitches.

"What can I say, I was in a hurry to get home. Had I known my landlord was so sexy, half my ear might still be hanging off." He joked and her eyes went low in disapproval.

"Don't try to compliment me to change the subject, you could get an infection." She was still concerned that his ear could get worse. She grabbed his wrist but knew she could not lead him seeing how solid he was, and was grateful that he followed and allowed her to pull him to sit once more.

JAZZ WENT TO GO GET THE KIT THAT WAS KEPT IN THE SMALL DRAWER IN THE CORNER. Connor shut his eyes and wanted some cold water. His mouth had gone dry as her ample bottom caught him off guard.

A nice ass too. Good god help me. He thought. What didn't she have that he wanted. Each succulent cheek seemed like it would be easy to grip and be full inside his roaming hands. Down boy. He couldn't help but acknowledge that he was acting like a horny teenage boy.

He would keep himself in check. He could hear the clacking of her bracelets as she bent down further into the bottom drawer of the small desk and his blood flowed south. So much for that.

"Now I don't want you to panic, because this may sting." She came back holding peroxide and cotton balls in one hand and bandage wrap and cream in the other. Her face was direct and serious. She was intent on taking care of his negligence, and he tried not to think of the last time he's felt cared for in such a way.

He took the stuff from her and set it beside him and then she bent forward. The peaks of her chocolate breast peaking from her shirt. He put his knuckles in his mouth.

"Does it hurt?" She asked

"More than you know." He told her trying to calm himself before he embarrassed himself with another hard on.

She bent forward some more to unwrap the bandage. Connor took in a breath and moved his hands to her waist as it was his ear ,not his dick, that hurt this time. Jazz didn't seem effected. She gasped as a small piece of his ear looked to be stitched back on. She wanted to ask more questions but restrained herself.

"It's okay, I know it hurts." She wanted to help him relax and began dabbing it with the peroxide. His fingers were less tense as she talked to him. The voice was soothing and he seemed to get lost in it.

Connor didn't even notice as she put the cream on his ear, that his hands were starting to rub up and down her hips, and her breathing had changed. Then it came more rapidly and her hand was little shaky.

She rubbed the cream on his ear softer and when she was done she closed her eyes. His big hands touched her and relaxed her for the first time in months. His touch was unlike any others.

Connor wanted to take her right there on the table, but before he could make a move her eyes opened and she moved back. "All better." She said clearing her throat.

"Thank-you" He met her hazel eyes. They were tempting, so damn tempting. Before he knew it she was picking up the check and getting ready to leave. Before he could think it through he acted on his feelings.

Connor moved in behind her, without thought he turned her around, laid her on the table, and moved between her legs. She shrieked in surprise, her eyes becoming wide and bigger if possible.

He stared down at her, as her breathing was heavy. He had caught her off guard. He brought his face closer, and bent down to kiss her full lips. Closing his eyes he was ready to taste her, then he felt a hard slap to the side of his face.

"Excuse me!" Jazz broke out out of her daze and pushed him back. She lifted herself and then smoothed out her skirt. "I don't know what kind of "ho"," She said her eyes slanting at him, but it was hard to take her seriously with her hair sticking up ,in the back ,from it rubbing against the table.

"You take me for Connor but just because your hot off the press and obviously I'm sexually deprived doesn't mean I'm desperate." She stalked past him, and he chased after her.

"HEY!" HE CALLED TO HER AS SHE WALKED OUT THE DOOR. She felt her body grow hot and it was too overwhelming. She had to escape and get out. The quick attraction to him was driving her insane.

Never even in her four years of marriage had she ever felt this way. So wild, so hot and bothered. And it was scary that she didn't stop him, when his big hands were rubbing her hips. Maybe cause it felt so good.

She turned as she reach the end of the walkway. She wanted to purposely leave some space between them. Afraid if he asked her to come back in and even to bed, she would go and beat him there.

"Yes." Jazz turned to him now that she was a little composed.

"Have dinner with me, next week, next Friday." He wanted to see her again and had a feeling she was going to avoid him. He wanted her, he wanted to get to know her. He needed to know why he was feeling this way, all tangled up. He needed to get closer to put his finger on it.

"I can't, I have a recital." Jazz smiled, pleased she had a good excuse to avoid him.

"Okay then the Friday after that or after that. I have nothing but time." She started to open her mouth but Connor easily spoke over her. "I'm a wounded soldier and it's the least you could do." He hit her with that and she frowned and then laughed when he gave her the puppy dog eyes and rubbed his ear.

"Fine! one outing, next Friday. But its not a date." Jazz noted.

"Yes mam." He walked out the doorway and didn't fail to notice when she took a step back. "Should I come to you, eight o'clock good?"

"Yes, eight o'clock is good. You have my number right?"

"Sure do neighbor." He winked and she fought the urge to invite herself back in. She walked away and didn't know how to feel. He watched her hips sway and her round ass walk out of his reach. He reached out, pulled back and bit his knuckles again then rubbed his face, he had to get a grip. She was driving him crazy, he even had to pull the broken hero card.

Wounded solider, hmm? Jazz thought. Then what help could she be. For she was wounded as well.