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“I like that idea,” I say softly, the breath nearly taken from me by his kiss.
We make our way toward the edge of the dock to the water, where the lapping of the waves makes for a romantic scene with the moon rising over the horizon.
“I’m surprised you came out here,” he says, plucking the guitar strings idly and letting the notes float across the waves softly. It’s like something out of a movie, it’s so peaceful. “But I’m glad you did. You look gorgeous, Jess. You’re putting the locals to shame, and on the continent, that’s impressive.” He was impeccably dressed himself, this time wearing a stylish blazer in place of his usual flannel.
“Are you kidding?” I say. “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world, but I think you exaggerated about a few parts of this concert.”
I giggle, but he nods for me to take a seat with him on the dock’s edge, where he strums his guitar softly and looks up at me, those gorgeous eyes looking right into my soul as I feel my heart sing. “Well alright, fair enough. But how about I make it up to you?”
I nearly fall off the dock as he starts singing the harmony from a few of his songs, a beautifully serene acoustic version of the songs that made me fall in love with his music to begin with. What’s more, when he sings them, he looks into my eyes, and good god, I see that spark in them again.
This is surreal. I’ve always been an average girl, I thought. But now Jack fucking Delaney is sitting in front of me as if I’m the girl of his dreams.
The lyrics of his songs are like honey in my ears, and before long, I swallow my nervousness and start to sing along with him, backing him up with my voice. His expression lights up as I do, and he picks up the pace a little.
I’ve gotta say, we make a good pair. I’ve been told my voice is pretty good, but the way Jack looks at me makes me feel like a regular Nina Simone.
Finally, his singing subsides, and he grins at me as he sets his guitar aside. “I didn’t realize you were a singer!”
“Me neither,” I say, blushing.
“Ever thought about going into music?” he asks, sliding close to me and turning to let his legs dangle off the edge of the dock. I do the same, scooting closer to him as he p
uts an arm around me.
“I...well, I never let anyone hear me sing. Guess this is kind of a fluke? Kind of like the rest of, uh, all this,” I say with a laugh, gesturing between the two of us, and he gives a good-natured laugh in return.
“Well that’s a mistake. You’ve got a voice like an angel, Jess.”
I bite my lip, leaning into him a little closer. “I guess that’s because I’ve got someone to let me feel comfortable doing it.”
He turns to look down at me, and I feel that huge, strong heart beating in his chest as his grasp warms me.
“If you’re this tense when you think you’re comfortable,” he says, his voice getting low again, that same dark tone that sent shivers up me our first night together, “then I’ve got to see what you’re capable of when you’re really unwound.”
When he presses his lips to mine, I feel myself melting into his arms. My pussy warms as I turn to let him feel me up, at once more caring yet more invasive than he was last night. I love the feel of his hands exploring my body. I’ve never felt so desired, so wanted, and I want him to take everything he wants from me.
His tongue dives into my mouth, and our tongues meet between our lips to play with one another, fire in my chest spurring me on. I’m making out with a rock star, and I can’t stop myself. His grip on me is so strong yet so gentle. I know that he can hold me however he wants me, turn me any way his lustful desires spur him.
We make out tenderly, but he starts getting more aggressive, pulling me tighter into him, and god, that bulge between his legs is bigger than ever.
His hand roves up to my breasts, and he slips under the jacket and under all the beautiful lingerie I put on for him to feel me up, squeezing me hungrily and moaning in his chest.
“I want you again, Jessica,” he growls, and the sound sends shivers up my back, “I want to fuck you here on the docks, and I want to feel you come on my cock. Do you want that? I want to hear you beg for it.”
“Please, Jack,” I whimper without hesitation. What’s this new lust blooming inside me? It’s like a new energy that fuels things I wouldn’t have dreamed of doing before. Before Jack came along, that is. Now, in this instant, all I can think about is that gorgeous body wrapped around me, shielding me from the cold. “I want to feel you inside me. God, I’ve never felt anything like it! Don’t keep me waiting, Jack, please.”
He chuckles bemusedly, twirling a lock of my hair around his finger and looking down at me as his hand moves around to my back, feeling the smooth skin and roving down to my ass. “You’ve been good, Jess. I owe you a little something.”
I’m about to ask what he means when he strips off his jacket and starts to remove his shirt. I start to say something about the cold, but it’s already off, and my jaw hangs open.
Everything I could feel about his body was an underestimate. He’s like a model, a Greek statue carved from the hardest stone available. I reach out in childlike wonder and trace my fingers across his every ab muscle, up to his chest, a little soft hair well-groomed without losing that animalistic appeal. And his shoulders are so broad that two of me could lie on top of him. I feel myself getting wetter as I put both hands on him and feel how hard he is.
“Aren’t you cold?” I venture, looking up to him with doey eyes.
“With you around, Jess, I could take a Russian winter,” he says, and he wraps his hands around my hips and pulls me into a deep kiss, slipping his fingers down to my waistline.
“Did you get all dressed up for me, baby?” he purrs into my ear as his fingers search for my pussy, and I nod desperately between gasps.
