There’d been some premeditation involved tonight. I’d asked for this, arranged it essentially. But I appreciated that he wasn’t rushing through it, trying to get it over with.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked solemnly.
My lips twitched in sudden amusement. “You’vebeenkissing me.”
Only then did he grin, something teasing and mischievous that had heat spiraling toward my center. “What I meant was, can I kiss you wherever I want?”
I swallowed audibly before replying, “Yes,” the word more breath than sound.
The hand that had trailed so leisurely up my leg gave my hip a firm squeeze, and then Jack slowly slid himself down my body so that he could focus his attention on my lace-covered chest. The movement of his firm stomach against my core had me muffling a little moan.
Jack’s gaze snapped to mine wickedly. “Good to know.”
Then his other hand pushed aside the fabric of my dress, and his mouth descended, hot and wet, right over the center of my breast. The feel of the delicate fabric caught between his tongue and my sensitive skin had me fighting another moan.
Fingers snaked inside my open top, molding themselves to my rib cage, pushing my breast more fully into Jack’s waiting mouth. I kept my hold on his hair, clutching and desperate, tangling the dark strands.
He felt so good on top of me. His weight pressed me into the smooth leather of the couch. Jack was warm and possessive, attentive and thorough. The way he always seemed to listen to my words was reflected back intimately in the way he paid attention to my body. I was his sole focus. From the sounds I made as he licked and sucked and nipped at my flesh as the pleasure built inside me.
My hips were searching, my body needing something—friction, heat, just ... more. More of Jack. More of this.
Sensing my restlessness, the hand at my hip reached around, finding the edge of my underwear and sliding north to palm one globe of my ass.
At the same time, Jack abandoned my breast, but before I could protest, his mouth found mine once more. He shifted up, using his other hand to brace himself as his erection settled right where I wanted it—where Ineededit.
I groaned into his kiss, the sound equal parts needy vibration and gasping breath. I exhaled brokenly through the exquisite sensation as his hips rolled, jeans rough and welcome against my underwear and the bare skin of my inner thighs. He was impossibly hard and thick, and I closed my eyes as we moved together in a sensual approximation of sex.
Jack’s hand on my backside tugged in time to his rhythmic thrusts, and I was too far gone to feel embarrassed about my impending orgasm. Lost to the urgency and the need, and getting exactly what I’d asked for without bargaining away my peace.
I wrapped one leg around Jack’s hip, the heel of my foot digging into his ass, urging him on.
Jack made a rough sound before cursing and bearing down hard against my core.
“Oh God,” I exhaled. Our lips brushed with every thrust, breaths quick and jagged against one another.
My nails pressed into the skin of Jack’s back as pleasure tightened through my limbs. I felt the band between us stretching and stretching and stretching until suddenly it snapped.
I fused my mouth with Jack’s and moaned as my orgasm struck. Waves of warmth and desire unfurling, loosening my taut muscles to make way for pleasure, over and over again.
My movements slowed, and Jack followed my lead. But before embarrassment or awkwardness could intrude, he was standing and bringing me with him.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist as Jack held me. His erection nestled against me in a way that had my sensitive skin tingling.
He marched us toward his bedroom, the room dark and cool.
Jack set me down gently near the foot of the bed, hands at my waist to steady me. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” I nodded eagerly, cupping him in his jeans.
His muffled grunt of approval had me squeezing and stroking the thick outline through the denim. His forehead dropped to rest on my shoulder as his fingers went to work on the remainder of my buttons. Once the dress was unfastened, he pushed it over my shoulders and hips, all the way to the floor.
I paused long enough to step out of the pool of fabric before eagerly lifting Jack’s shirt and tugging it off. His jeans and underwear followed.
I could just make out the hazy shape of him in the darkness. There was only the light sneaking in from down the hallway from the kitchen.
Jack led me to the bed, my heart beating hard in my chest as I lay back. Despite the orgasm I’d had on the couch and the anticipation spiraling through me, I was nervous again, bracing for this next step, lost to my thoughts and fears.
I heard a drawer open and close, felt the bed dip beside me. Then I nearly yelped as Jack’s fingers wrapped around my ankle once again.
