His nostrils flared as he stepped closer. “How about winner gets the other to do whatever he wants for twenty-four hours?”
“You mean whatevershewants.”
He smiled. “Dream on, angel. I know what I’ll have from you. A few blowjobs.” He put his backpack back on, though she hadn’t seen him take it off.
“A few?” she asked as he handed her the camera.
“Then I’ll have you ride me so I can play with your breasts and suck those nipples while we fuck. I know you like that.”
She fought to appear blasé. “Oh?”
He laughed. “Yeah,oh. Don’t even try it. I know when you’re aroused. That’s the face I want to see.” He ran a finger over her cheek. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t wait to have you right where I want you.”
She shoved him back, and as he righted himself, she took a quick picture of him. “That’s what I want to see. You off balance and falling at my feet.”
He frowned when she laughed. “Let’s head back so we can get this bet laid to rest.”
They started back, this time with her leading the way.
“I take it I’ll collect my winnings next week?”
He snorted. “You meanI’llbe takingmywinnings. And yeah, next week. I’m thinking Friday night to Saturday night. I’d suggest we start tonight, but I’m meeting the guys tomorrow, and no way in hell I’m sharing you with them.”
“The guys?”
“You remember the Blacks? Anson and Dex? They’re back in town.”
She wanted to laugh but didn’t. It just figured Jack would reconnect with the detestable Black cousins, as Maya liked to call them. Ann thoughtdetestablewas a little harsh. Personally, she found Anson too conceited for her taste, but she’d always liked Dex.
“A date with the guys, hmm? And here I thought you liked girls.” Immature, but she was too tongue-tied to come up with anything better at the moment. Her body was still singing to her.
He yanked on her shoulder to halt her and whispered into her ear, “Girls? No, angel. I like women. In particular, one sexy redhead with a mouth I plan to slip into real soon.”
She swallowed audibly, and he laughed. Picking up the pace, she had them back at the car in record time. The drive to her house felt like it happened way too fast, despite the silence between them that even the radio couldn’t fill.
Once inside, Jack closed the door behind them and slammed her back against it. Not hard, but with enough force to show he meant business. He gripped her hair and tilted her head back, then kissed her until she couldn’t breathe.
He didn’t wait or ask but shoved his hand down the front of her pants and slid his fingers between her folds.
“Yeah, so wet. I know just what you like.” He grinned against her lips before kissing her again. His fingers worked their magic, never letting up until she exploded into an intense orgasm without warning.
He eased the pressure against her clit but didn’t take his fingers away. Pulling back from her mouth to stare into her eyes, he smiled. “And that’s just the beginning.”
“Ch-cheater,” she accused while getting her breath back.
“Angel, haven’t you heard? All’s fair in love and war.”
Chapter Eight
Ann still didn’t know how he’d done it. The Wednesday following their bet—a bet that she’dlost—she watched her class empty of chatting students and cleaned up the room, all while thinking about Jack.
As if the to-die-for sex wasn’t bad enough, he’d sent her roses.At work.She’d had to explain to the front office and a few nosy coworkers that a man with a misguided crush liked her. The only good thing to come of her confession had been Trey Atwood’s sudden attention. The fourth grade teacher she’d been gathering her courage to ask to a movie had emailed her an invite the next day.
She’d said yes, all the while wondering what Jack might think. “Like I need to ask him for anything. Permission? Please.” They weren’t dating. Not seriously. Having sex like rabbits? Yeah, that they were doing.
After she’d lost the bet—had she—he’d gone home with a smug grin, accompanied by an invitation to “dinner and only dinner” for tonight. For some stupid reason, she’d said yes. A smarter woman would have stuck to strictly having sex. But not Ann. She wanted to spend time with him without sex on the table…on a bed, in a cave or against a freaking door. He’d turned her into an insatiable sex fiend.
She flushed. From celibacy to nymphomania in just a few days. How embarrassing she’d turned out to be so needy.
