Page 68 of Where the Music Grows

I don’t need to be told twice.

I’m out of the truck in seconds, rounding the hood to her side. She meets me halfway, her body colliding with mine as I pull her against me. Our lips crash together again, messy and desperate, as we stumble toward her door. I keep my arm around her waist, half-carrying her, half-dragging her onto the deck.

Her hands fumble with the doorknob behind her back. I take the opportunity to trail kisses down her neck, savoring the way she gasps.

“Jack—”

The door finally gives way, and we spill inside, still tangled up in each other. Jinnie kicks the door shut with her foot, then pushes me back against it, her mouth hot on mine. My hands roam her body—her hips, her waist, the curve of her back—every inch of her driving me wild.

She pushes my shirt up. I pull it over my head in one swift motion. Her mouth closes over my shoulder. Her teeth graze my skin. It feels so damn good. I reach for her blouse, anxious to get her naked. She steps back and lets me take off the shirt.

“Damn,” I murmur when I catch a glimpse of the black bra with pretty little sparkles across the top.

I reach for her, desperate to taste her again. My mouth slams against hers. Her nails scrape down my chest, sending white-hot pleasure coursing through me.

“Let’s get these pants off,” I order against her neck. She mumbles something in agreement.

Our kisses growing wilder by the second. I feel her desire mirroring my own. We’re like two magnets drawn together, irresistibly drawn to each other.

Our hands fumble with each other’s clothes, tearing buttons and jerking zippers down. We’re skin to skin and it doesn’t feel close enough. My dick is bulging, straining to get inside her.

She steps back, standing before me in nothing but a lacy black bra and panties. My heartbeat picks up pace as I look at her, taking in every inch of her perfect body. She’s even more beautiful than I fantasized about.

“You’re so damn sexy,” I breathe. She smiles at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her eyes roam over my body. I’m wearing just my boxers. She’s evaluating me, sizing me up. When her eyes meet mine, I know she approves.

“Bed,” she breathes.

I don’t argue.

The bed is small, barely a full, but neither of us cares. Jinnie pulls me down with her. My body covers hers as I kiss her again, deeper this time. My hands explore every inch of her, memorizing the feel of her skin, the way she shivers under my touch.

I kiss down her neck, sliding my hand under her to unhook her bra. The moment it’s free, I toss it to the floor. My mouth is on her breasts in a flash. I suck hard on one, and then move to the other. I suck, feeling her body arch in response. Her hands rake through my hair, pulling me closer. I move off her, sliding my hand down her flat belly to the waistband of her panties. I look up at her, waiting for her to tell me no.

Then—

Thump.

Something lands on the bed beside us.

We freeze.

Max blinks at us with unimpressed yellow eyes, his tail flicking lazily.

Jinnie bursts out laughing. “Really, Max? Now? Go away.”

The cat meows, as if offended, then proceeds to hop on my back, his tiny paws pressing into my flesh.

I drop my forehead to Jinnie’s shoulder, shaking with laughter. “This is not how I pictured this going.”

She grins, running her fingers through my hair. “You pictured this?”

“More times than I’d like to admit.”

She laughs again, then gently shoves Max off the bed. The cat gives us one last judgmental look before sauntering away.

Jinnie turns back to me, her expression softening. “Where were we?”

I don’t answer with words. Instead, I kiss her again, slower this time, pouring everything I can’t say into the way my lips move against hers.