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He cupped me between the legs, silencing the nervous, insecure thoughts starting to rise up in me.
I could joke. I could try to make light of the situation. I could try anything I wanted, but there was the unavoidable truth of his need for me. It saturated the room like humidity, unmistakable and thick. Jack Kerrigan was turned on by me.
There was power in that thought. Sexiness. Release.
I felt wanted, especially when he ran his calloused hands across my ass and sucked in a breath. I could feel how he was barely able to control himself, how he wanted to be inside me so badly he could barely stand it.
I wanted it too. Once I stopped trying to distract myself and pretend I had any form of control over the moment. There was a needy ache between my legs for him. I felt myself pressing my hips backwards, seeking him.
I heard a crinkle of paper and looked to see Jack unwrapping and putting a condom on himself.
Something pressed into me, and I was so slick that it instantly slid into my entrance. I gasped with the sudden pressure of it, fingers digging into the silky gray sheets.
“Oh, God,” I said.
He took me by the hips with a grip like iron as he eased himself in little by little. I’d never felt so full. It seemed like there shouldn’t have been enough room inside me for something so big, and it felt amazing. When I looked back, it was like being taken by a giant. Like Khal Drogo minus the eyeliner was giving it to me from behind and loving every second of it.
I forgot to care about what he thought. All I wanted was more. More of his cock. More of the wonderful friction of my walls on him. More of his heavy breaths and the painful grip of his hands on my hips.
I pounded back into him until our skin slapped together noisily, nearly drowning out my moans.
Yeah, you like giving it to the nanny from behind, don’t you?
My breath caught. That was just a thought, right? I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jack’s face scrunched up with fiery pleasure. Thank God.
I buried my face in the pillow and moaned his name, coming hard enough that I saw stars.
I felt Jack tense as well. He slowed his pace, letting himself stay inside me as he let out a long, shuddering breath and ran his hands across me. I expected him to get up and go to clean off, but he just flipped me over and slid his naked body beside me.
“Oh,” I said, chewing my lip. “Hi.”
Jack kissed my earlobe, then rested his head against me.
I gave the ceiling a why not shrug, then turned to face him, hugging his head against me. It felt good. God it felt good.
If only I could have enjoyed the moment for what it was without thinking of Florida. I’d even let my habit of checking the listing fade. It had been a few days since I pulled open my laptop and checked to see if the unit was still available. A few days since I cared enough about my parents dreams to put my selfish wishes aside.
Jack’s breath was warm against the top of my head as I nestled myself into his chest and tried not to think about it. I tried and failed not to think about the conversation we needed to have and how much more uncomfortable it was going to be now that we’d slept together.
By the way, I’ve kind of been planning to leave you and this gig as soon as I have enough money and run off to Florida. No hard feelings, right?
“You’re tense,” Jack said softly. He tilted my chin up with adorable delicacy so he could look down at me. “Sorry for the way that started. I think I might have let my urges get the better of me there.”
I shook my head. “Don’t be. You’re not the only one who had been thinking about that.”
“So what’s on your mind?”
Just tell him the truth, Nola. Rip off the Band-Aid.
“Nothing,” I said. I put my palm on his bare chest, enjoying the smooth skin and hard muscle. “Nothing.”25JackI decided I needed to confront Ally. Nola had told me what she’d originally been texting about the morning after our little hook up.
I found myself wondering where we stood as I drove to the cafe where Ally agreed to meet. Without the blinding lust I’d had motivating me last night, I also found myself seeing through the holes in all the justifications I’d used to sleep with Nola. When she revealed the text had been a mistake, I could’ve backed out. We could’ve laughed it off and the only price to pay would’ve been my embarrassment for wanting it so badly.
