Page 112 of Dead Pretty

Grinning, I lift my index finger and gesture for him to come to me.

Only I don’t expect him to move so fast.

He is on me in seconds.

His mouth back on mine.

He nips my bottom lip with his teeth. “I’ve waited for you all fucking day, Audrey. No more waiting. I’m fucking you now.” His words are sexy, hot, and everything in between, and they turn me on so much.

“Yes,” I gasp. The word echoes around the large room.

Jack’s mouth moves down my neck, kissing and biting.

My hands race to unfasten his jeans.

His go between my legs. He pushes a finger inside me.

“God, Jack,” I moan, my head thudding back against the books.

He growls this sexy-as-hell sound.

His T-shirt comes off.

I somehow manage to finish getting his jeans undone and push them down over his ass, taking his boxers with them. Neither of us bothers to remove them fully.

He grabs a condom from the front pocket of his jeans, and he rolls it on with deft hands.

How he is this steady right now, I will never know.

I’m a shaking, writhing mess.

Jack and I have never had sex this quickly before. He usually likes to have foreplay. Lots of it. But then we have never had sex anywhere but in my apartment.

Right now, he seems desperate to be inside me, and I am all for it.

His hand yanks down the top of my tank, and his mouth covers my nipple, sucking and biting.

My hands go instantly to his head, gripping the soft strands of his hair.

His lips make a path up my chest, back to my mouth, kissing me once.

Then, he rests his forehead to mine. Our noses aligned.

My chest is heaving. My breaths unsteady. About as unsteady as my trembling body. I’m shaking with desire and need.

My eyes blink open and stare into Jack’s.

And it’s in that moment, when our eyes lock, that the connection between us explodes into something otherworldly. Wild and untamed. Like nothing I have known before.

His hand grips my thigh. He lifts it around his hip.

Then, he thrusts up inside me, his eyes not leaving mine.

I expect him to fuck me, but he doesn’t.

He kisses me. Gently. Almost reverently. A total contrast to the way his hard cock is inside me, ready to fuck me fast and hard against this bookcase.

“I’m crazy about you, Audrey.” His words are a loud whisper in the silence of this large room.