My head tips back. “Don’t say things like that.” I sigh.
For the record, he can keep saying things like that. I like his filthy mouth. Love it, even.
He doesn’t shut up. He praises me, every gasp, every buck of my hips, like he’s narrating my undoing. Tells me I’m perfect, how pretty I am when I come apart on his fingers.
It doesn’t take long for me to come against his tongue again. I’m not sure what rules I even cared about in the first place.
I barely have time to catch my breath before he lifts me to the head of the bed, setting me down into the pillows. His cocky grin is firmly in place, but his hands shake enough that I know it’s not just me who’s affected.
“I think you can give me one more. At least.”
I shove at his chest, grabbing the sheets to pull up over the lower half of my body. “You’re an idiot. A cocky?—”
“I’m very cocky.”
Jack settles beside me on the mattress, stretched out, eyes dragging over my body until I squirm in anticipation. His hair hangs down by his eyes, drawing my gaze to that freckle on hischeek again. Even dressed as a nun, he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Doesn’t seem fair.
“Never made a mermaid come before.”
“Twice.”
His hand curls over my thigh, the heat of his palm burning through the floral cotton sheets. “We’re aiming for three. Four is a stretch goal.”
I try to hide my grin, but it’s no use. “So ambitious. What do the other sisters think?”
“Haven’t you heard? I’m leaving the convent.” He sits up enough to pull his black tunic over his head, then chucks it into the corner of my room, revealing a tight black T-shirt. Heat rushes to my cheeks as he reaches for my nightstand drawer.
I smack his hand away. “Nosy.”
“Thorough,” he corrects. “Come on, Sinclair. Show me what you like.”
The dare in his voice twists low in my belly. I should say no. I should kick him out. This is only going to complicate things.
“Okay, I’ll show you, but you have to promise not to touch me.”
Jack gives the smallest nod.
My hand trembles as I roll onto my side and pull open the drawer.
His gaze sharpens when I wrap my fingers around my favorite vibrator and set it between us on the bed. For once, he doesn’t say anything funny. Just watches, eyes dark, swallowing hard when I click it on.
“Fuucccck,” he mutters, as the hum fills the room. “You’re really gonna…”
Not sure where I find the courage. Maybe it’s knowing this isn’t going to last. I bite my lip and slide the toy lower between my thighs, the vibration rattling through me. My hips jerk.
Jack props himself up on his elbow, closer, watching every twitch of my body. “That’s it. Let me see you, Izzy. Christ, you’re gorgeous.”
I arch, shudder, press harder. My body’s a live wire, heat building too fast, too sharp.
“Take your time. There you go.” His voice cracks into a soft, low moan.
I shut my eyes and tip the vibrating end to slip inside of me. I hate that I do that, afraid of what it means, when I imagine it’s Jack touching me.
“No, don’t close your eyes. Keep them on me. I want to see you.”
My body is so sensitive it almost hurts as I edge closer. I drag in a shaky breath, work the vibrator over my clit in tight circles, before finally slipping it back inside me in a slow thrust.
“You like that? Filling yourself up?”
