“And you’re scaring me.”
“Please? Come here?” I beckon him with a crooked finger, glancing at him beneath lowered lashes. A look I’m learning might be Jack’s kryptonite.
I’m not proud that I’m this clingy in the morning, but no one’s touched me this way in years, maybe ever.
His eyes connect with mine, and he crawls back on the bed, seemingly unable to break free from the spell I’ve cast. “Seriously? You’re like a cute fucking siren. I have to go.”
“But I’m going to miss you.” I smile, a little gleeful to see he’s just as weak as me.
“Yeah?” He quirks a brow. “And why is that?” His finger trails the hem of my shirt and works its way under my fabric, grazing along my naval.
“Because—” His touch fries my brain circuit.Because I’m madly in love with you.
“You okay?” He smirks. He slowly strokes along my waistband. “You were so chatty a few seconds ago. I’m a little concerned.”
“I’m—” Again, I start, but my voice quivers when he hooks into my underwear and pulls them down with my pants. What the hell kind of magic does this man have over me? I sit up, eager to catch my lips with his. He leaves his a whisper away, his warm breath falling on mine, but he never lets them touch, stripping my camisole off and slowly lowering back down on the bed.
Hungrily, Jack’s gaze works over my body. Whenever he looks at me like this, I feel like the most beautiful person on earth—I feel powerful. I feel like a queen.
“I guess I can be a few minutes late. I can’t leave you when I’m not sure your vocal cords are working.” He pulls my legs, so I’m straddling the edge of the bed and then drops to his knees. “Is this okay?”
My heart somersaults in my chest as understanding of his intentions crash over me. I’ve read about what he’s about to do enough times that I feel I’ve had secondhand…erm…ladyboners…as Emy would call them. But I’ve never…
“Oh, fuck yes,” I say breathlessly.
A simple yes would have sufficed, Aulie.
Jack blinks at my uncharacteristic cursing. It’s a problem in the bedroom, apparently. “Yup. I broke you. Looking forward to you becoming a regular sodomite after this morning.”
“You’ll have to reform me of my wicked—”
Jack slips a finger in, splitting my seam, and banter who.
“I’m sorry, Dessy, you were saying something?”
My teeth rake over my bottom lip. “Of course you’d be a tease.”
“I told you your second would be mine, love.”
His tongue follows, lashing against my bud. I writhe under him after a few punishing strokes. He changes to soft, even ones. A moan passes over my lips, eliciting a satisfied grunt from him.
My fingers thread through his messy hair, already ruffled from yesterday’s day spent in bed. After the past twenty-four hours, I suspected Jack had somehow rewired my body’s chemistry, so I only responded to him like this. Now, when everything in me seems to heed his command, I’m sure he’s done something sinister. The pressure inside intensifies, but there’s a hollowness between my thighs I can’t explain, and I’m desperate forsomething. My back arches, and I reach for him.
Jack slams my hips down with a hand on my stomach, pressing me back into the bed.
“Jack—I need.”
“Shh. I know what you need, Dessy. Just trust me.”
I whimper, and he glances up from the floor.
“Oh, now how can I say no to that? So needy so soon, my goodness,” he tsks. With a wicked grin and a devilish glint in his eye, he puts two of his fingers in his mouth before slowly dragging them out. “Someday, I will make you wait until you’re a writhing, begging mess. But I will have to work up an immunity to that face first.”
Slowly, he kisses the inside of my thigh.
“Do you know what you do to me, Aulie?”
He moves over to the other thigh, teasing the seam to my entrance with his fingers. When I don’t gather enough air for a response, he continues.
