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Jack broke our stare first, sinking his teeth into my neck, marking me.
“Mo anam cara,” he growled, his breath hot.
He nipped at the throbbing pulse in my throat. My skin misted with sweat. I tilted my hips, wrapping my legs around his middle to allow him deeper. Our chests pressed together, hearts beating in sync.
“W-What does that mean?” I stuttered.
As an answer, Jack quickened his pace, bottoming out over and over. He locked his mouth over mine, swallowing my moan. He licked and sucked, biting my bottom lip with a subtle sharpness. When I reached down, digging my nails into his backside, he hissed, punishing me with his desire.
“Mo. Anam. Cara.”
He repeated the words with every flex of his hips, pounding them into my womb. The familiar tingling sensation was like an illegal stimulant in my veins. My muscles tensed with the inevitable. I didn’t want this to end, but my body betrayed me, greedy for release.
“Are you with me, baby?”
“Always,” I answered, as he knew I would
“If I don’t finish now, I’ll never let you go.”
His eyes blazed with heat, catching mine as he gripped the base of my thighs. I reached up, caressing his jaw in one hand, fisting the sheets in the other. The power behind each ensuing thrust was enough to knock the breath from my lungs. I didn’t want him to let me go, but my orgasm came regardless.
“Jack!” I moaned his name, letting it pour over my lips.
My channel twitched around his thickening cock. The ball of sorrow, of grief, exploded from me in an ongoing disaster. My body went limp in his arms as Jack neared his own finish line.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered, his voice cracking in the darkness.
When he came, he kept his face bowed, his brow drawn. A strangled sob escaped him, and I found the willpower to pull him against my chest. I held him there while we both calmed, running my fingers over the smooth contours of his back. He turned his face to me, peppering my skin with slow, loving kisses.
Time passed, neither of us willing to move. He let himself soften inside me while we lay there, intertwined. I ingrained this moment in my mind—his stormy scent, the sound of his steady breath, the way his large body molded perfectly around mine. I didn’t know how long he would be gone. He hadn’t said, and I didn’t want to ask. He was going home to bury his brother. It would take as long as it took.
When he rose, he took care in untangling our limbs. My skin chilled. I got to my knees as he slid from the bed, already aching from his absence.
Silent, he dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, a ball cap and Converse. He had a bag sitting by the door, but it’d been too dark for me to notice when we had walked in. My eyes were adjusted now, but I still wasn’t ready to watch him go.
He knelt by the bed, his face level with mine, and leaned in to kiss me once more. I parted my lips for him, letting him taste me. His lips were electric, the energy between us at an all-time high. As if it knew we would be parting and was fighting to hang on.
When he pulled away, we both had to catch our breaths. He held my face in his hands, his forehead pressed to mine. While he kept his eyes closed, I studied him. His long lashes, the steady slope of his nose, the strength of his jaw, the dark stubble along it.
“Mo anam cara.”
His words from earlier floated back to me. Were they Irish? Jack and his brothers had taught themselves the language when they were younger as a means to converse without Frank being in the know.
“What does it mean?” I asked again.
Jack opened his eyes and looked straight into mine. The green of his irises pierced right through me, striking me at my very core. Like an arrow parting the flesh of an animal.
“I love you, dove.”
A persistent tear broke loose, burning a path down my cheek and falling onto the white comforter between us. We’d never told each other that before, although we both knew it was true. It’d been on the tip of my tongue since Thanksgiving, but I had been too much of a coward to admit it aloud, to recognize how much a part of me he’d become.
“What took you so long?”
“I was struggling to find the right words…to tell you how strongly I feel for you.” Jack’s lips twitched into a grim smile. “I’ve concluded that they don’t exist in the English language, but ‘I love you’ will suffice.”
The joy at finally hearing those words spill from his mouth was diminished by the fact that he was leaving. “I love you, Jack.”
As if he’d been waiting for that confirmation, he dropped his hands from my face and rose, grabbing his bag on his way out. He never once turned back. I listened to his feet speed down the hallway. Then the elevator dinged shut.
