Page 84 of Dead Pretty

“I want to see you here.” He gives a gentle squeeze of my boob. “I want to touch you here. Kiss you here.”

I want that too, but …

“I’m going to pull your tank down a little, so I can kiss you there. I won’t go any lower than there.” His finger draws a line down between my breasts, making me shiver.

My heart starts to pound in my chest as he begins to kiss a path down to my breasts.

When his fingers curl over the fabric of my tank and he lowers it slowly, carefully, my body starts trembling.

“Is this too much, too soon?” He presses a kiss to the swell of my breast.

I shake my head. “Just … don’t go too far.”

“You can trust me,” he says, and I believe him.

In this moment, I trust Jack with me, and I never thought I would be able to say that ever again.

The revelation is startling to me.

Jack lowers the fabric of my tank until he reveals my nipple. He groans a low, erotic sound that vibrates all the way down to my core.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs and then closes his lips around my nipple.

A hot gasp escapes me. My hands immediately go to his head, clutching him to me.

It feels insanely good. And it’s been forever since any man touched me skin to skin here.

Jack swirls his tongue around my nipple, teeth skimming the hardened point of it, while he makes quick work of freeing the other breast, cupping it in his hand.

My tank sits beneath my breasts, covering what he can never see but giving him the access we both so desperately need.

Jack licks and sucks each breast, driving me to the point of crazy.

My hips are restless, searching him out.

When I feel his hand move between my legs, I almost come apart right then and there.

Fingers slide inside the fabric, slipping easily between my folds because I’m embarrassingly wet for him.

“Jesus,” Jack groans. “You’re soaked.”

He slides a finger inside me, and it’s my turn to moan.

His finger retreats as quickly as it arrived, and I whimper at the loss.

“Don’t worry,” he croons. “I got you.”

He slides my panties off, getting the last barrier out of the way.

“Spread your legs wide for me, Audrey.”

I shamelessly do as he asked, widening them for him. Opening myself up for him.

I’m not a bare-down-there kind of girl. I have a neatly trimmed landing strip, which he seems to appreciate, if his heated expression is anything to go by.

“Sexy as fuck,” he rumbles.

I watch him as he runs a finger down between my lips, and then with a deliberate slowness, he pushes it back inside of me.