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14
Holly
We left the martini bar without a resolution. No matter how much we talked and opened up, we kept circling one another, neither one of us moving closer to the end. Fear and uncertainty mixed with longing and passion. Out in the parking lot, Jack walked me around to the passenger side of the car and pulled the door open for me.
He’d only had one drink. That was Jack, always mindful. I, on the other hand, was three martinis in and on the verge of crying, screaming, and throwing myself at Jack all at once.
He lingered, his hand on the door, waiting for me to fold myself into the front seat. Instead, I teetered forward and placed my palm against his chest. “Is this all a bad dream?” I asked him, completely serious.
Jack reached for my hand and brought it to his mouth. He dropped a soft kiss to my palm and a bolt of heat pulsed between my thighs.
“We’ll figure it out, baby. Don’t give up on us yet.”
With that, he was gone, going around the front bumper to get into the driver’s seat. I collapsed into the passenger seat and fumbled with my buckle. Once fastened, Jack took off toward the house, and it was like someone set off a countdown timer in the back of my mind. If we had all the time in the world, then why did it feel so urgent?
The house was fifteen minutes away and we spent the ride in silence, both of us wrestling with our own thoughts. When we pulled into the driveway in front of the single-car garage, Jack killed the lights and twisted in his seat to face me. “Come inside,” he said softly. “Stay with me tonight, Holly.”
“Jack, I—”
He silenced me with the tip of his finger against my lips. “Don’t think. We’ve done enough of that tonight. Tell me what you want to do.”
His finger slipped away and I licked my lips. His eyes were even darker in the low lighting of the car’s interior. I could get lost in them. Swallowed up. That was what I wanted.
I leaned forward and Jack met me in the middle, his lips finding mine with ease. His hand went to the back of my neck so he could pull me closer. The soft, silent kiss quickly evolved into a desperate, aching melding of our mouths. Our panted breaths filled the car and I heard myself moan when Jack’s hand went to my thigh. The sound excited him and he hurried to snap himself free of his seat belt and then popped mine too. We untangled ourselves from the contraptions and then hungrily reached for one another again, as though the seconds apart were sheer torture.
“You wanna—” his words were interrupted by a hot kiss. “Go inside?”
I nodded, still breathless. We scrambled up the front steps and ignored the dogs as they bounded over triumphantly to greet us. As soon as the front door was closed, Jack had me in his arms, my thighs around his hips. He turned and my back hit the wall. I pushed off, grinding my hips against his hard-on that was tragically still contained in his tight jeans.
Jack’s lips moved to the side of my neck as his hands greedily slid the straps of my dress from my shoulders. My dress fell free and with one flick, Jack had my strapless bra loosed. He batted the undergarment away and then ducked to take my nipple into his mouth. He groaned as soon as he’d sucked the hard bud between his lips and the vibrations made me cry out and buck against his hips all the more. “Jack, please, you have no idea how much I want you to fuck me.”
He looked up and licked my nipple while he watched my face shift.
I arched against the wall. “Jack…”
“You have the world’s most perfect tits, baby. Have I told you that before?”
I smiled. “Many, many times.”
“Good. At least I did one thing right.”
I rolled my eyes and smacked him on the arm.
He set me down long enough to pull off his shoes and jeans. He left the forest-green boxer briefs he was wearing and my eyes immediately went to his bulge. I dragged them up his body and went to work on the buttons of his shirt. “Not exactly hiding much there, sailor.”
Jack laughed and popped the top buttons. We met in the middle and I slowly loosened the last button. I spread his shirt over his tanned, toned chest, revealing one inch at a time. “You were always better at the striptease thing,” he joked.
“I don’t know,” I said, pushing the shirt over his strong shoulders. “I think you could pull off some Magic Mike moves if you wanted to.”
He laughed but took my teasing as an unspoken dare and swiveled his hips as the rest of the shirt fell away. I watched, completely mesmerized, as it slid down his arms. “Judging from that sexy little lip bite you’ve got going on, I’m gonna say I’m doing something right.”
