Page 29 of Echoes of a Southern Song

Jack watches me with dark eyes, his chest rising and falling faster than usual. “Like what you see?”

I answer by undoing his jeans. I move down to pull off his boots and then his jeans. It’s my turn to stare down at his naked body. He’s gorgeous.

I pull off my dress and toss it to the floor.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” I warn him as I straddle him.

He groans. “Please do.”

I lean down, pressing a line of kisses along his jawline before moving down to his neck. He smells like sweat and soap from the cleanup, a heady combination that makes my head spin. I taste his skin, my tongue flicking out to trace the curve of his collarbone.

Jack’s grip on my waist tightens, his breath coming in short gasps. “Jinnie...”

I ignore his wordless plea, continuing my descent down his body. I kiss each of his pecs, lingering on the small, puckered scar near his heart. I haven’t asked about it yet, but I make a mental note to do so.

His abs ripple under my fingers, muscles tensing as I graze my teeth over his hipbones. He’s sensitive there, I remember. I make a mental note of his reactions as I continue my journey lower.

When I reach the spot I’m looking for, Jack lets out a low growl, his hips bucking up involuntarily. I wrap my fingers around him, feeling him harden further at my touch.

I look up at him through my lashes, grinning wickedly before lowering my head. My lips brush against him, making Jack shudder beneath me. I take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him, tasting him. I feel him twitch in my mouth. I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him. Jack’s hands tangle in my hair, guiding me, urging me on. I feel powerful knowing I can make this man, this talented and gorgeous man, lose control with just my mouth.

Suddenly, Jack’s grip tightens in my hair. “Jinnie, stop,” he gasps, pulling me up. His eyes are dark with desire. His chest rises and falls rapidly. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

He rolls us over so that he’s on top, resting between my legs. He looks down at me, his eyes softening as he brushes a stray hair from my face. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. I wrap my legs around him, urging him closer.

“Condom,” he murmurs.

“Nightstand.”

He reaches out and jerks open the drawer. He fumbles with the box and pulls one out. It only takes him a few seconds to get it on.

He enters me slowly, filling me completely. We both moan at the sensation, our bodies fitting together perfectly. Jack starts to move, thrusting in and out of me with steady rhythm. His pace quickens as our moans grow louder, filling the room.

The bed creaks beneath us. I cling to Jack, digging my nails into his back as I meet his thrusts with my own. He feels so good, so right. This moment feels perfect, like nothing else matters but us.

With one final thrust, Jack stills, his body shuddering as he finds his release. I follow soon after, my own orgasm crashing over me.

Jack collapses beside me, his breathing heavy as he pulls me close. We lay there, limbs tangled together, hearts beating in sync.

I want this. I want this now, tomorrow, and a year down the road. Now, I just have to figure out how to make that happen.