Page 69 of Where the Music Grows

My hand slips under her panties and down to sweet, sweet heaven. I groan as she squirms beneath me, her body reacting to my touch. I can feel the wetness between her legs. My finger slides over her slick folds, pulling a gasp from her lips. I push one finger inside her, rising up to watch her expression. Her eyes flutter closed as she arches into my hand. My breathing is ragged, watching her respond to my touch. I add another finger, curling them inside her just right, and she gasps my name.

“Jack...oh...”

Hearing her say my name like that—breathless, desperate—nearly undoes me. I’ve never wanted anyone this badly. I pull my hand away and slide her panties down her legs, tossing them to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Then I stand up just long enough to push my boxers down and grab the condom from my jeans pocket.

Jinnie watches me roll it on, her chest rising and falling rapidly. This doesn’t feel like just sex. It feels like something more, something important.

“You sure?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nods, reaching for me. “I’m sure.”

I lower myself over her. The first push inside her is almost too much—she’s tight and hot and perfect. I have to pause, gritting my teeth to keep from losing control too soon. Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.

“You okay?” I manage to ask.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”

I begin to move slowly at first, savoring the feel of her. Her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me deeper. Our eyes lock as I roll my hips, pushing deep before pulling out. My heart feels like it’s going to pound out of my chest. I want to do this right. I want to make her body feel as good as she’s making me feel.

“More,” she whispers, her voice hoarse.

I pick up the pace, thrusting deeper inside her with each powerful stroke. Sweat beads on our foreheads as we lose ourselves in each other’s rhythm. I take one of her hands in mine, lacing our fingers together as I continue my thrusts.

“You feel so good,” I groan, kissing her neck, her collarbone. I move up to capture her lips again, our tongues tangling in a heated dance. Her fingers dig into my shoulder. She’s perfect, wrapped around me like this. I watch her face as we move together, mesmerized by the way her mouth parts slightly with each thrust, the flush spreading across her cheeks. Her eyes are half-closed, hazy with pleasure, but still locked on mine. There’s an intimacy to this I’ve never experienced before.

“Jack,” she moans again. The sound of my name on her lips sends a jolt of electricity down my spine.

I shift my angle slightly, hitting a spot that makes her gasp and arch beneath me. Her reaction spurs me on. I thrust harder, deeper. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard thumping softly against the wall.

“Right there,” she whimpers, her voice cracking. “Don’t stop.”

As if I could.

I’m completely lost in her—the way she feels, the sounds she makes, the scent of her skin. I dip my head to kiss her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat, feeling her pulse race against my lips.

Her hands slide down my back, nails digging into my skin as she pulls me closer. I can tell she’s getting close by the way her breathing changes, becoming more erratic, more desperate.

“You feel so good,” I whisper into her ear, surprising myself with how raw, how honest the words are.

She responds with a whimper that sends heat flooding through me. I’m fighting to hold back, determined to make this good for her. Her movements grow more frantic, her hips rising to meet mine with each thrust. I feel her tightening around me, getting closer to the edge. I want to watch her come apart. Need to see it.

“Let go,” I whisper, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. “I’ve got you.”

She cries out, her body arching beneath me as waves of pleasure wash over her. Feeling her pulsing around me is too much—I follow right after, burying my face in her neck as release tears through me.

We stay like that for a while, tangled together, hearts racing in sync. I’m careful not to crush her with my weight, but I can’t bring myself to pull away just yet.

Finally, I roll to the side, disposing of the condom before pulling her against me. She fits perfectly in my arms, her head tucked under my chin. The tiny bed forces us to stay close, not that I’m complaining.

“That was...” I trail off, unable to find the right words.

“Yeah,” she agrees softly. “It was.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Jack

I wake to the sound of birds having what sounds like a heated argument right outside Jinnie’s window. It’s hot already. I blink awake to find her already half-dressed, pulling a bakery shirt over her head. Her hair is a mess, her lips still slightly swollen from last night.