"Hi!" I said noticing my voice sounded different, almost breathless. "I'm sorry your guys night got ruined because of me. I'm not sure what happened and why the girls all bailed. That's a new one. I'm sure you could still catch up with Kevin. I can always go hide at Connor's until Roman gets here. Or if you want to have a drink you're more than welcome to have one here. I have beer, wine, Jameson...you don't really look like a champagne drinker but I have champagne too. Oh! There's also a bottle of Grey Goose and a bottle of Jack Fire in the freezer. Jesus, you must think I'm an alcoholic. I'm really not. My apartment has just been the one everyone has come to over the past couple of years for get-togethers and parties. So there's always plenty to drink on hand at all times. Food...yeah...um if you're hungry I had ordered delivery. It should be here in about twenty minutes. There will be plenty since it was supposed to feed five of us for girl's night and I'm now babbling. I don't normally babble. Jay, I need you to talk so I can shut up now." Without saying a word Jay walked over to where I was standing and looked down at me. At barely 5'1 most people, especially when I'm not in heels, tower over me. Tipping my chin up he finally spoke saying "Christine, I'm about to cross a line here. A line that there's no coming back from. A line I've been trying to avoid since we were alone in your office three days ago. I need you to tell me to stop, to leave before it's too late." "I can't" I whispered, still looking up at him. "You're going to regret this and I don't want you to hate me but I can't help myself." he said before bending his head lower and his mouth met mine.
I let out a surprised little gasp as Jay pushed me back against the wall and slammed his mouth on mine, immediately demanding I let him in. Parting my lips slightly was the only invitation he needed as his mouth took possession of mine, our tongues teasing and dancing against each other. As our kiss deepened, I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my crutches fall to the floor. Not breaking the kiss, Jay picked me up and carried me over to the couch. He sat down, keeping me on his lap. Every inch of my body was craving more. As his hands made their way from my waist to my breasts I tried to get even closer to him. As he started to lift my shirt over my head the doorbell rang. "Shit. That has to be the delivery guy from Mia Francesca's. I'm surprised the lobby concierge didn't buzz me to give the okay for him to come up. That's one of the reasons I chose to rent in this building...24 hour security." I said grabbing my crutches heading for the door with my wallet. Before I made it two steps Jay grabbed me, picked me up and put me inside the walk-in closet in my bedroom. He bent down and pulled a gun out of his ankle holster. He handed it to me saying "I'm going to close your bedroom door. If anyone other than me or a cop who you know comes thru that door, you shoot first and ask questions later. Just don't close your eyes this time." He quickly kissed me and walked out of my bedroom closing the door behind him.
I sat on the floor of my closet for what felt like an eternity but in reality, was only a matter of minutes. My bedroom door slowly opened and with shaky hands I held the gun pointing it in the direction of the door until I heard Jay's voice say "It's just me. Don't shoot." As I saw him come into my room, I forgot about my crutches and ran to him throwing myself in his arms. "You scared the shit out of me, Halstead." I said. He told me he thought most likely it was the delivery guy but when I mentioned the concierge not buzzing my apartment it sent up red flags. He put me down on my bed and walked over to my closet to pick up the gun and my crutches. "You look a little pale. Are you okay?" he asked with concern in his voice. "Yeah. Connor wasn't kidding when he said it would hurt if I put pressure on my leg too soon." I replied making my way back into the living room. We unloaded the delivery bags and placed everything on the island that separated my living room from my kitchen. Jay held my plate as I piled bruschetta, calamari, rigatoni with eggplant in a spicy tomato sauce and a slice of pizza onto it. As I noticed his grin I asked what he found so amusing. When he responded with "That's a lot of food for a tiny woman." I reminded him I had barely eaten all week because of stress and I was starving. Not only that but Italian food is my favorite. I left my crutches in the living room and gingerly walked into the kitchen. "What do you want to drink?" I asked as I grabbed a bottle of wine out of the fridge. "Whatever you're having is good with me." he said walking into the kitchen and handing me my crutches. "I hate having to use them. I feel like such an invalid." I said making my way back to the couch. Jay followed with the bottle of Cakebread Chardonnay, a wine chiller, two glasses and the wine opener. He obviously felt very at home going through my cabinets I thought to myself. With music playing and the lights from my Christmas Tree and fireplace mantle twinkling we enjoyed dinner while we got to know each other better. It was very much like a first date...the conversation was kept light and casual with neither one of us mentioning the kiss from before or his comment about crossing the line.
We finished dinner, and as Jay put the leftovers away, I opened a second bottle of wine. I refilled both of our glasses and before I could take a sip Jay picked me up and carried me back into the living room. He laid me on the couch and proceeded to cover my body with his. I ran my hands up and down his arms feeling his muscles through his shirt. "Jay" I whispered breaking the kiss. He pulled his head back, his green eyes smoldering and looked at me waiting for me to speak. "I'd normally be all for this but my leg is really hot and feels weird." He pulled back and that's when we both looked down to see the blood seeping through my jeans. "Shit!" he exclaimed as he jumped up to get a towel to put pressure on the wound. I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and texted Connor. Thankfully he was home and said he'd be right down. A minute later, Jay let Connor in and Connor looked at me and said the jeans needed to come off so he could examine my leg. Knowing full well I only had a thong on I wasn't stripping down in front of Connor. I didn't care that he was a doctor. He was also my friend and it would be weird...especially with Jay in the room. I asked Jay to help me into my room so I could change into a pair of shorts I typically wear to the gym. As Jay picked me up I saw the surprised look on Connor's face. I flashed him a telling grin over Jay's shoulder as we disappeared into my bedroom. I quickly unzipped my jeans as Jay set me on the bed. He carefully peeled my jeans off one leg at a time, pausing slightly and sharply inhaling, when he saw the black and lavender g-string I had on. I grinned noticing the look in his eyes and told him which drawer my shorts were in. Once I slipped the shorts on he carried me back out to the living room where Connor had covered the couch in towels to prevent a blood stain. "It looks like you just tore a few stitches. Did you put unnecessary pressure on your leg?" Connor asked. Jay then explained the incident from earlier, when the delivery guy arrived, as Connor quickly stitched me back up. "All set." he said packing up his medical bag. "Thanks Connor. Do you want a drink before you head home?" Jay asked before I could. "You know what they say...three's a crowd." He said grinning at me. "Thanks Connor." I said. After Connor said he'd check on me tomorrow and walked out the door, I looked at Jay and told him I needed to show him something. He followed me into my bedroom and I said "Remember that line you mentioned? Well there's no going back now." I said as I slipped out of my shorts and pulled my t-shirt over my head revealing the black and lavender bra that matched my g-string.
"Holy fuck" he said. He looked like he wanted to ravish me as his eyes made their way up and down my body. My DD breasts were overflowing almost to the point of falling out of my bra. He walked over to me and as he began to softly kiss me his hands moved up to my head and he ran his fingers thru my hair. I couldn't help but moan against his lips as I moved my body as close to his as possible. His lips made their way from my mouth to my neck and back up to my mouth. He paused, looking at me and gave me a cocky grin before swooping in and taking control of my mouth one more time with his. His fingers found my breast and pinched my nipple teasingly, causing me to moan and almost beg for more. He removed my bra and as his fingers made their way down my body he couldn't control himself as he tore my g-string apart. I realized at that point that I was completely naked in front of him and he was still fully dressed. I pushed his mouth off mine as I started to pull his shirt over his head. My fingers fumbled with the zipper of his jeans since I was shaking so much. I needed him to be as naked as I was. Since he was so appreciative of my appearance I was extremely turned on and dying to touch him and taste him. I needed him. Pure basic instinct...I just needed him. I needed to feel him inside of me.
Pushing me back onto the bed, kissing me hard and deep until I was almost whimpering, Jay forced my legs open and I wrapped them around his waist as he pushed himself inside of me. I lifted my hips off the bed as far as I could to meet his thrusting. Suddenly he was back on his knees making me cry out in pleasure and surprise as he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me towards him. Pounding into me over and over as deep as he could go caused me to cum harder than I think I ever have in my entire life. Watching a smile spread across his face as he watched me orgasm made me smile in return. My smile grew bigger as I heard him groan when he let himself cum (for what seemed like an eternity). Who knew that it would be this good?
Afterwards, as I lay with my head on Jay's chest, his arms wrapped around me I asked him why he thought I would end up hating him. He said he didn't want to ruin our night by talking about that now. He looked at the clock and noticed it was midnight. I watched him get up, disappointed he was getting dressed. I assumed he was leaving when he sat at the edge of my bed and said when he went out to talk to Roman and then came back inside people were going to find out because it would have to go into Roman's nightly report. "Jay as long as you don't get into any trouble I don't care who finds out you stayed here. We are two consenting adults who are attracted to each other. It's no one's business but ours." I said. He gave me a quick kiss and said he would be back in a few minutes. As I waited for Jay to come back I got out of bed and put on my emerald green satin robe. I grabbed my crutches off the floor and headed out to the living room. As I walked towards the kitchen I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror over the fireplace. My auburn hair was in a curly disarray and my cheeks were flushed. My eyes were sparkling and for the first time in a long time I was extremely satisfied and relaxed. I was smiling as I poured two fresh glasses of wine. As I placed the wine bottle back in the fridge, I heard my front door open and close. "I thought you might be thirsty." I said as Jay came around the corner. As Jay looked at me, he smiled and said "You're beautiful, you know that?" causing me to blush. I smiled at him and told him that I thought that exact sentiment about him from the moment I saw him when I opened my eyes in the airport and he was standing in front of Ramon and I. Jay gave me a quick soft kiss before picking up our glasses and heading back into the living room.
We sat on the couch, sipping our wine neither one of us wanting to say much to spoil the mood. However, the one thing he has to learn about me is I prefer to face any challenge or issue straight on. Thinking back to Kevin's words about Jay and taking it slow, I knew I would have to broach the subject with caution. "I've had a really great time with you tonight. I'm glad my friends, who along with your friends, came up with an elaborate plan to get us together." I said. "What do you mean? I thought Stella was sick." he said. "You haven't checked your phone in a while, have you?" I asked smiling. Jay reached for his phone to see he received the same text I had when we were in bed. It was a picture of Gabby, Sylvie, Stella, Kim, Adam and Kevin all at Molly's holding up their drinks. The text that was sent along with the picture said "Hope you're having fun! If you haven't managed to kill each other yet we all think you'd be good for each other. Don't be mad at us. We did it because we love you both." "I guess they thought they knew something without realizing we already knew it." Jay said after putting his phone down. "Look, Jay. Neither one of us planned for this to happen. I mean six days ago we didn't even know each other. I took enough psychology classes in college to know relationships that begin due to a traumatic experience don't always last. I think we should take our time and get to know each other. No preconceived notions and no expectations. I like you. I hope you know that. What happened with you wouldn't have happened if I didn't like you and I wasn't attracted to you." I said. "Christine, I meant what I said before. Once we crossed that line there isn't any going back. There's something about you. The more I get to know you the more I want to know about you. I have things in my past that I am trying to deal with that makes it difficult for me at times. I think you're right though, we should take our time to get to know each other. I am going to talk to Voight tomorrow and let him know. I'm not sure if he is going to pull me from this case or not. I'm in over my head here. It's my fault the Cartel is in Chicago. I already let one innocent girl die because of the Cartel and I refuse to let anything happen to you." he said getting up and walking away from the couch. He stood at the window, with his back to me and finished his glass of wine. He walked into the kitchen and poured himself another glass. He brought the bottle back into the living room and refilled my glass. Sitting down and putting his arm around me, he pulled me towards him kissing the top of my head. "We shouldn't let the past affect where we are right now. I want to stay the night, if you're okay with that." he said. I flashed him a brilliant smile and said I wouldn't have it any other way...and thinking to myself what's going to happen when everyone else finds out we crossed that line.