Page 57 of Dead Pretty

Jack’s lips press soft kisses to my feverish face. “You’re so fucking hot when you come.”

His mouth comes to mine, kissing me.

I can already feel myself starting to come down from the high he just gave me.

I can also feel the shame coming in. The failure at not even being able to stick to my own stupid rules because of a gorgeous face.

Okay, it’s not just his face. I like Jack.

But I’m the way I am for a reason. Getting close to anyone is a bad idea.

I need to get out of here.

“Jack …”

“Audrey.” He rests his forehead to mine, eyes holding me still.

“I … we … shouldn’t …”

“Yes, we should.”

“I can’t …”

“You like me, Audrey. That much is obvious from the way you came against my leg.”

His words are crass. They should offend me. But they don’t. Because all they do is make me feel hot.

“And I like you,” he continues. “That much is obvious from this.” He presses his hard erection against my stomach, making me squirm.

Surely, I can’t want more from him already after that spectacular orgasm he just gave me.

His hand lifts to my hair. Brushing it back, he tucks it behind my ear. “So, what’s stopping you?”

“I … it’s complicated.” My eyes slide to the side.

He captures my chin in his palm, bringing my gaze back to his. “Are you married?”

“God, no.” I laugh.

“In a relationship?”

“No.”

“You like me?”

“Don’t seek compliments.” I roll my eyes. “You know I do.”

“Then, there’s nothing complicated about it. Only if you choose to make it so.”

I sigh. He doesn’t understand. And I can’t explain it to him. Because truthfully, sometimes, I don’t fully understand it myself.

“I know I’m going ass-backward about this, and this is not the way I intended to do this at all. But let me take you out on a date.”

I stare at him. He’s gorgeous. Smart. Sweet.

And I’m … well, I’m kind of a bitch.

“Why?”