“Jack… please…” Her voice cracks, ragged, desperate. “I need?—”
Her shivers are like a spark under my hands, and I follow them, every buck of her hips, every gasp and moan, drawing me deeper.
“You feel… so good,” I murmur against her. “So perfect, Izzy.”
“Jack…” Her voice cracks, half laugh, half plea. “I—oh god, I?—”
I slip two fingers inside and thrust gently, curling them forward until I hit that spot. Her muscles coil tighter around me. I slide one hand along her thigh, squeezing gently, giving her the friction she wants, while my mouth devours every inch of her.
Every breath she takes, every shaky moan, every tug of my hair twists something deep in me. I’m dizzy with it, drunk on her.
“Please,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop…”
I press harder, drinking her in until she’s trembling. When she comes on my fingers, my tongue is still against her clit. And even as she trembles, I stay, lingering, tasting, making sure she feels how much she owns me tonight.
Finally, I straighten, dragging her with me, lips trailing up her throat, her hair tangled around us. She’s breathing hard, chest heaving, as she falls forward and rests her forehead against my shoulder.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
She sways, catching herself by bracing her hands on the counter, eyes hooded. “Down that hall… on the right.”
I scoop her up.
“Jack!” It’s halfway between a giggle and a frustrated groan.
“Do you have a monster dildo stashed somewhere we should try out?” I whisper against her ear.
“You’re unbelieve?—”
“That was just the start, sweetheart.” I kick her bedroom door shut and grin like the cocky bastard she believes me to be. But inside, I know I’ve really messed up because once with Izzy isn’t going to be enough, no matter how much I tell myself it will be.
Chapter 14
Izzy
Jack lays me on my down duvet at the foot of my bed. The bastard grins when I scowl at him.
“Relax, Sinclair,” he murmurs, climbing over me. His breath ghosts my cheek, but I hear his breathing. It’s just as shaky as mine. “We’re just bending a few guidelines.”
“Rules,” I correct. “We have rules.”
“Had.” His palm skims up my thigh, hot and steady, stopping just short of where I want him again. The tiny pause he takes drives me crazy. I wiggle my hips, desperate for his touch. His smirk is devastating. “We never discussed which lips I couldn’t kiss. Your gorgeous pussy is fair game.”
My pulse stutters. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Jack…”
He pauses, eyes flicking up to mine. “Tell me to stop.”
I know we should. Once was a mistake. Twice is a choice. But the word won’t come. Instead, I fist the sheets, tilting my hips in invitation.
I’m rewarded with a slow, wicked grin. “That’s my girl.”
His praise dislodges an uncomfortable tenderness in mychest. I’m not his girl. Not really. I might be able to fool myself into thinking this is real if…
The second he settles between my thighs, the tension between us shifts again, and suddenly, it’s like he’s been waiting his whole damn life to be there. His fingers curl around my panties, and slowly, he rolls them down my legs before tossing them over his shoulder. The first swipe of his tongue against my clit has me gasping, my body still sensitive. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me close. It’s such a sharp, sweet pain. He chuckles against me, the sound vibrating through every nerve ending.
“Jesus, Izzy. Your pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
