Page 45 of Jack

Chapter Eighteen

The secondshe got into the room she was sharing with Jack, she felt her legs give way but his arms were there to catch her. She leaned into him as if he alone could keep her from shattering into a million pieces.

Seeing Adeline at the school had been wonderful and awful at the same time. Her body had gone cold, her blood seeming to freeze in her veins and her nerves tingled with the urge to rush up to her and throw her arms around the sister she’d believed to be dead.

The stark truth staring at her made all the years of pain seem meaningless. Her sister had just stared for a few moments, their eyes locked, a wealth of unanswered questions flying soundlessly between them. She’d been seconds away from breaking her cover and going to her, but the imperceptible shake of her sister’s head had stopped her.

There was a reason her sister had chosen that place and time, knowing that Astrid would be surrounded by people and unable to act on seeing her without risking the lives of those around her. The thought made her angry, but that had given away to fear. It was confirmation that her sister was hiding or running from something, and the CIA had known about it or were possibly even involved with it.

A hand stroking her back brought her back to the present and the man who’d settled her with a slight touch and then switched up his team so that he could be close to her. He’d been the first person she’d wanted to turn to when she’d realised what was happening, and he’d instantly picked up on her emotions and acted on it.

“Did Lopez find her?”

Jack shook his head. “No, he lost her when she went towards the docks. I’m sorry.”

Her hand rested on his arm. “Don’t be. This isn’t on you.”

Standing, she felt the excess energy burning through her veins, threatening to drown her. Throwing her jacket off, she began to unbutton her blouse as she kicked off her boots. Her hand went to her zipper at the back of her skirt, and familiar hands stopped her.

“Let me, firefly.” His lips found her neck, and she let her head fall forward as his body crowded hers. His hands moved over her and pushed the skirt away as if he knew what she needed. She was naked as he turned her to face him and something about him being fully clothed as he watched her, his eyes moving over every inch of her skin, made her shiver with anticipation.

“Spread your legs, Astrid.”

She did as he said, her eyes following his movements as he dropped to his knees in front of her. The move made her feel powerful as she watched him grip her calves, pushing her leg so she had to spread them even further.

He kissed her thigh and the mound of her pussy before he swept a kiss over her needy clit, her body already heightened with pleasure from just this. His dominance, fused with the care he showed her, was heady.

His tongue came out to lap at her slit, making her head fall back and a whimper escaped her throat. His hands cupped her ass cheeks, his fingers digging tight as he held her up to keep her legs from buckling. His tongue speared inside her, lapping at the wetness of her desire for him and his touch, but she needed more.

“More, Jack.”

He met her demand, his lips sealing over her clit as he sucked hard, her climax hitting her hard and fast and sucking the air from her lungs until she was panting. Dropping her head, she gazed at the man who’d given her so much already and held out her hand. He took it, and she pulled him to standing.

He came easily, and she placed her hand in the centre of his chest, pushing until he sat in the chair behind him. His forearms were resting on the arms of the easy chair like a King on his throne. He may have been on his knees for her just a moment ago, but she didn’t doubt in her head that he was the one in control.

Her hands moved to his fly and she quickly unbuttoned it, exposing his hard cock to her eyes. She needed this, more than anything she had before, this release, this contact with him alone.

“I’m on the pill.”

His blue hooded eyes found hers. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I want nothing between us, Jack.”

“I’m clean. I’ve never… not before.”

His words were all she needed as she placed one knee on either side of his hips and sank onto his rigid length in a single movement. A growl moved through his chest as he threw his head back, his hands finding her hips and holding her still. Lifting his head slowly, he looked at her with reverence and passion, making her feel safe and loved. Rooted her in the moment when her entire existence felt like it was coming apart.

“Take what you need, Astrid.”

Her body took over, fighting for the release she needed, her hips rising and falling on his length. The eroticism of him being fully clothed made her feel wild and free as she took and took until she was on the edge of another climax. Her eyes never left the man who was keeping her grounded, saving her from the grief and pain she knew would swallow her whole.

Lifting his hand, he cupped her nape, bringing her mouth down to his and kissing her, deep and slow. “So beautiful, my wild firefly.”

“Jack, I want us to come together.”

His eyes were liquid fire as he placed his hands on her hips and started to move, fucking her from below. “Touch yourself, Astrid. Play with that pretty pussy for me.”

Her hand went to her centre, and she stroked her clit, the climax building as she felt the drag and slide of Jack’s cock inside her and then she felt his mouth on her breast, the bite of his teeth on her nipple and followed by the soothing lap of his tongue. She came hard, her body clamping down and dragging his climax from him as he groaned against her skin and came. The heat of his release flooded her body as her arms came around him, holding tight to the only man who’d ever let her feel at peace and be herself, even when she didn’t know who that was some days.