“Now I’m grossed out.”
He chuckled and hugged her. “Close your eyes and relax. Trust me, I have a lot more to share with you.”
But when she next woke, the alarm clock read three a.m. She was on her side, Jack behind her with a thick arm over her. His warm breath brushed her neck, and she felt safe. Loved.
Panicked.
She shifted.
“Ann?” He hugged her tighter but didn’t sound fully awake.
“Jack?”
He gave a satisfied grunt, kissed her neck and continued to hold her.
Despite her worry, she didn’t want him to go. She extricated herself enough to set her alarm, then snuggled back into his embrace. She’d face any recriminations tomorrow. Tonight, he was hers.
The next thing she knew, a slap on her bare ass woke her.
“Up and at ’em, Ms. Weaver. It’s seven-thirty. You sleep like the dead, you know that?” Jack sounded way too happy this early in the morning.
She buried her head under her pillow. “I thought you hated mornings?”
He must have heard her, because he laughed. Then a firm hand spread her thighs wide. When she tried to roll off her stomach to see him, he kept her pinned down.
“No. Stay right there.” In seconds, he blanketed her with his body.
“Jack?”
“I don’t want to make you late for school,” he said as he settled a firm erection between her legs. “But I can’t stop myself. It’s all your fault.” He pushed himself inside her.
Still slick from last night and aroused from the feel of him, she lay trembling while he took her with long, slow strokes.
“Faster,” she prodded.
“Touch yourself. Yeah.”
She slid her hand down her body and fingered herself while he plowed into her with greater urgency.
“Come on, angel. Come with me. Together.”
He was so much bigger than her, so strong. But he never tried to seek pleasure without ensuring she had hers first. His generosity and care touched her in places she’d thought unreachable.
“Fuck me back, Ann,” he whispered as he ground into her.
She arched her ass up and plucked her clit until she came. Just as he groaned and stiffened over her, his release hers to enjoy as well.
After he withdrew, he pulled her with him into the shower. They cleaned up in silence, each watching the other. He continued to smile at her, his grin soft and loving while she stared at him with bemusement, wondering where they went from here.
He’d stayed the night. Again. And she’d loved it.
She could almost hear Maya ranting.Not a great way to maintain emotional distance, dumbass.
But his entire being radiated happiness, and she found it infectious.
They dressed, him in the same clothes from last night, and met in the kitchen over a fresh pot of coffee.
He inhaled the aroma and sighed. “Coffee.” He took a few sips, then smiled at her. “Because you made mesuperhappy this morning, I won’t insist you drive me home.”
