Page 92 of Dead Pretty

I’m laughing harder now. I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this. “No kidding.”

He gently pushes me onto my back. Climbing over me, his hips between mine, he holds himself up on his hands and stares down at me.

“What?” I ask, smiling up at him.

“I like it when you laugh. A fuck of a lot. Your whole face lights up, and you get this glow about you. You are always beautiful, Audrey. But when you laugh, you are on a whole other level.”

My heart feels like it’s stopped beating. Like time has ceased moving.

That’s literally the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I honestly have no words.

All I can do is stare at him.

I reach a hand to his face. I brush my fingers over his forehead, down his temple, along his cheekbone, loving the way his eyes close at my touch.

I place my hand to his cheek and guide his mouth down to mine as I lift my head up to meet him halfway.

“Ask me,” he whispers right before our lips touch.

“What?”

“You know what.”

He wants me to ask him to stay over.

Why is this such a big deal for me to say? It’s not like I’m asking the guy to marry me.

Taking a breath, I shove my nerves away and whisper, “Stay the night.”

He presses his lips to mine, softly kissing me. “My answer will always be yes.”

I can’t help but smile against his mouth.

Then, he gives me one more lasting peck on the lips and pushes off me, getting up from the bed. “I’ll go get Eleven and bring her back here. I’ll be five minutes, max.”

I watch Jack as he pulls on his jeans and pushes his feet into his boots.

“Your sweater’s in the living room,” I tell him, biting my lip at the memory of him removing it.

Jack grins, and then he leans down and gives me another kiss before he exits my bedroom. I hear the click of the front door opening and shutting a second later.

I flop back on my bed, letting out a giggle, covering my face with my hands.

I can’t believe I just had sex with Jack.

Multiple times!

Oh. My. Sweet. God!

He’s so frigging hot.

And I can’t stop smiling.

I have just broken every single rule in my own damn book, and I don’t care.

Because, you know … orgasms.

I know I should have ended the night just then. Not asked him to stay over.