Page 122 of Dead Pretty

Jack picks me up, and my arms and legs go around his hard body.

He carries me back to bed.

Laying me down, he stays with me. On top of me. Still kissing me.

My hands push down his pajama pants, getting them down his legs. Jack helps get them off, kicking them aside.

Then, there is nothing between us.

No more fabric barriers.

Jack breaks the kiss. Pressing his forehead to mine, he stares into my eyes.

There are no words spoken between us. There doesn’t need to be. We’re saying everything there is to say with our eyes.

Yes, I want you. I want this.

The first push of Jack inside me feels so different to all the other times yet so incredibly familiar.

When he is fully inside of me, his lips seek mine.

He kisses me gently, sweetly. He’s deep inside of me. Unmoving. And I have never felt closer to him than I do right now.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, his mouth moving down my neck. “So fucking beautiful, Audrey. I can’t get enough of you. Nothing will ever be enough.”

His lips find my nipple, and he sucks it into his mouth.

Desire shoots through my core.

“Fuck me, Jack. Please.”

His eyes lift to mine.

He slowly pulls out of me and then pushes back inside, equally as leisurely.

It is exquisite torture.

And it feels an awful lot like making love.

Jack’s pace stays that way, unhurried. His hands hold mine above my head, his mouth on mine, as he screws me with his cock.

I’m a writhing, needy mess beneath him.

My orgasm comes quickly and without warning, taking me by surprise.

My hands grip his, my cry of pleasure swallowed by his mouth.

Then, Jack’s moaning my name against my lips, and I feel him start to come too.

When we’re both finished coming down from our highs, Jack kisses me again. A loving kiss.

Still inside me, he lays his head down on the pillow, burying his face in my neck.

And we fall asleep just like that—with Jack buried deep inside of me in all the ways that matter.

I blink.

There was a knock at the door.