Page 92 of Clipped Wings


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Despite the volume of my voice, the corners of his lips twitched at the idea. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“I’m serious, Jack!” I continued. “That’s going to be a stipulation for me. You have to let me in. I need all of you. Not just the parts you choose to show me.”

The smile disappeared from his face as quickly as it had come. “I’m fucked up, Emma.”

“I know.” I pushed back a curl that had fallen over his bright eye. “But no one gets through life without a few scratches. You’ve seen mine. We’ve discussed my childhood. I hardly know anything about yours.”

“I have more than a few scratches.”

I took a deep breath, searching for the words that would open him. If he didn’t, this wouldn’t work. We would be living a half-life. A half-love. He wouldn’t trust me not to leave until he had told me everything he was scared to, and I had stuck with him regardless.

“I’m pleading with you, Jack.” I rose to my knees so he would understand with my actions, not just my words. At this angle, I was a few inches taller than him. “I am asking you for everything. I know it’s a lot and you have every right to say no. But that’ll be it for us.”

“Don’t say that.” He knelt as well, caging me in his arms. “Don’t give up on me.”

“I don’t want to go, but you need to understand what I’m asking for. If you have a bad day, you can’t just come home, fuck me senseless then pass out without so much as a conversation. If you’re having a bad day, I want to have a bad day with you. If you’re coming undone, I want to piece you back together. I want to solve problems with you. And if you feel like getting drunk and saying ‘fuck the world,’ I’ll be right by your side. If you feel like going out and getting into a fistfight, I’ll wipe the blood from your brow myself. I want to love you in the dark as much as I do in the light.”

He stopped my mouth with his. The kiss was ravenous and demanding in nature, his tongue delving into my mouth like he was making love to it. He ran his hands through my hair, gripping the intricate braid at the base of my neck to unleash the tresses, letting my hair cascade around my shoulders.

“Yes,” he breathed, his greedy mouth sucking and licking across the tops of my breasts. They were spilling out of the corset top. Air was hard to come by, but I didn’t need it. I was drunk on the smell of him—rain and fire. My body lit up as he unlaced the back of my top, freeing me from its trap.

“What?” I asked, shaken. I’d forgotten how to use my brain.

His shirt was off now and I marveled at him, as I always did. Rock-hard body, lean and muscular. The V at his pelvis enticed me to look at the solid form straining against the denim of his jeans. The muscles of his forearm twitched as he unfastened the button on my pants.

“Yes to everything, dove,” he said, his voice like gravel. There was hardly any green in his eyes. Just a black hole of hunger…for me.

He grabbed my legs, hauling them over his shoulders so that I was almost upside down. He wrapped his arms around the base of my thighs, planting a chaste kiss on my pelvic bone.

“Support yourself, Em,” he ordered, his breath skating across my sex. Goosebumps broke out along my belly. I did as I was told, setting my elbows on the plush rug so my neck wasn’t at a strange angle. “Good girl.”

He slid his tongue into my folds, sending a delicious fizz of energy through my bloodstream. He groaned, the ferocity of it rattling my bones. He worked in quick, luxurious circles around and around my clitoris, blinding me with pleasure. My own moans sounded far off—like my mind was floating above my body. Fingers numb, nails digging into the carpet, I held on for dear life. I bent my knees, grinding my hips into Jack’s face.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growled, his nose nudging the tight pack of nerves while his tongue fucked my channel. The man didn’t even need to breathe. “You taste like mine.”

My soul was ablaze. Every sensation was magnified, made more important by the promise he’d made. Yes to everything. I choked on air as my climax roared through me. He held my trembling legs, his tongue guiding me through the mind-bending orgasm. He licked and sucked at my wetness, moaning like he’d been starving himself for it.

He set me down. Through a haze, I watched as he unzipped his fly and ripped his bottoms off. His erection hung hard and thick between his thighs. Even the veins had me panting for more. Jesus, how could his penis be sexy? I’d never thought of that particular appendage as visually appealing, but holy shit. Jack was lethal.

He picked me up and carried me to the couch, setting me on top of his lap. I straddled him and lifted my hips so he could position himself. He loved when I rode him right after I came. The flushed cheeks, the wild hair—it was all from him.

“Slow, dove,” he hissed, but I didn’t listen. He wanted me to go slow for my own pleasure, but I craved his release more than my own. I dropped myself down, sheathing him so that our two bodies became one. “Ah, fuck, Emma!”

“Don’t look away from me,” I commanded. I’d always been amazed that Jack could control his tone when we made love. Now I understood. There were some things more important than a race to the finish.

I slid up his length, then came shattering down again, knocking the air out of my own lungs.

“Goddamn, girl,” he grunted, transfixed by the spot where our bodies met.

Grabbing his scruffy face in my hands, I met his mouth with a devastating kiss. Our tongues dueled, twirling and twining. Jack went very still, and an ominous chill came over me. His thoughts were going a mile a minute, his eyes cataloging my features—like he was deciding whether he could give me what I asked for.

“Everything, Jack,” I whispered, kissing the tip of his nose. “I want to be a part of your world.”

Before I knew it, I was flat on my back. Jack knelt on the ground in front of me, never once taking himself out. He shook his head, chucking darkly, then reached for my hand and kissed my knuckles.

“You are my world, dove.”

With that, he started pounding into me. He moved so quick I was surprised we weren’t just a blur, a speck in time that seemed to stretch on forever. The shock to my system dissipated, melting as he pushed me over again. His fingers gripped my backside, tugging me into his punishing thrusts. I bit his lip, eager to drive him wild.

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