Page 13 of Echoes of a Southern Song

Chapter Five

Jinnie

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“COME IN,” I WHISPER.

“Jinnie, are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Come in, Jack.”

I fumble with the lock, my fingers clumsy with want, but Jack doesn’t seem to care—his hands are already sliding up my thighs, hiking my dress higher as his mouth finds the sensitive spot beneath my ear.

I manage to open the door, but just barely. Jack’s body is pressed against mine. He turns me, facing the wall as he kicks the door shut. His hands grab my wrists and raise them above me. His mouth is at my neck, sucking and biting like the sexiest vampire.

Jack’s kisses travel down my neck. My legs wobble and I push my ass against him, needing his touch as much as he seems to need mine. When he nips at my earlobe, I gasp with pain and pleasure. He holds my hand with one of his, and drops his other to my breast. He massages through the fabric of my dress as his tongue slides across the back of my neck.

His touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine as I arch into him. I can feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of my dress. It’s driving me wild. His hand trails lower, reaching all the way down to grab my dress and pull it up. His calloused fingers run up the inside of my thigh. I gasp, my breath hitching as his fingers tease their way higher.

“Jack,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need.

He growls softly in response. I turn to catch his lips with mine. He kisses me even as his fingers continue their exploration, brushing against the lace edge of my panties. I moan into his mouth, unable to contain the urgency building inside me.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to pull my dress over my head, leaving me standing there in nothing but my bra and panties. I feel a flush of heat spread through me under his gaze. He steps back for a moment, yanking off his shirt and tossing it aside before closing the distance between us again.

His hands are everywhere at once—cupping my breasts through the lace of my bra, sliding down my sides, gripping my hips to pull me closer. I can feel the hard length of him pressing against me through his jeans. It only makes me want him more. My fingers fumble with the button on his pants, desperate to get them off and feel him against me completely.

But he catches my wrist again, his eyes locking with mine as he shakes his head. “Not yet,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.

Max chooses that moment to meow.

Jack pulls back just enough to grin at me. “Hold that thought.”

He crosses the room in two strides, scooping my cat into his arms before he can protest. He glares at him, his ears flattening as Jack scratches under his chin with exaggerated care.

“There,” he murmurs, setting him gently on the couch. “No interruptions this time. I know you don’t understand, but this is something that requires utmost concentration. I can’t have your big, furry ass on my back.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I just want to make sure me and him have an understanding because tonight...you’re mine. I don’t want you distracted.”

His words send heat racing through my veins.

Jack steps toward me, his eyes burning with desire. I feel the anticipation building inside me, my heart racing as he undresses me slowly, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He hooks my bra straps and pulls them down before reaching behind me and unhooking the bra. I stand there, breathing hard as he casts the bra aside carelessly. His mouth finds my left nipple. He circles it with his tongue before taking it into his mouth, sucking eagerly. I moan, arching in to his touch as he teases and tugs at my sensitive flesh. I grip his hair tightly, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through me. My whole body feels alive as he continues his sensual assault. I whimper when he moves to my other breast, yearning for more of his torturous touch. His hands skim down my stomach, tracing every inch of my skin until they reach my panties. He slides them down my legs, taking his time as he savors the view of my body bared for him.

He wraps his hands around my waist and effortlessly lifts me, carrying me the few steps to my bed and dropping me. I look up at him and see the passion burning in his eyes. But there’s something else. I don’t have time to think about it because he’s kissing my stomach.

Jack kisses and nibbles his way down my belly with his hand sliding under my leg, lifting and pushing my legs open. He kisses the most intimate part of me. My body reacts instantly. His tongue flicks against my clit, circling it slowly at first and then more rapidly. I throw my head back, unable to contain the loud moans that escape me. My hips jerk in response to his ministrations, wanting him deeper. He slips two fingers inside of me, finding my G-spot and massaging it expertly as he continues to tease my clit with his tongue.

I feel a wave of pleasure washing over me, crashing through my body like a tsunami. My fingernails dig into the sheets as I writhe under his touch. I cry out his name, my voice breaking as the orgasm crashes down on me, stealing what’s left of my breath.

When the tremors subside, I reach for him, pulling him up into a searing kiss. His lips are warm against mine, tasting of me. I grip his hair tightly, not wanting this moment to end.

“Jack,” I whisper against his lips, “take me.”

“Just a second,” he says.

He slides off the bed and quickly strips off his jeans. My body is trembling with the aftermath of the orgasm he gave me. I watch as he fumbles with his wallet and pulls out a condom. He’s not looking at me, which I find a little odd after all the eye contact we’ve shared before.