I caught his lips for the briefest of kisses. “I’m glad you slept, P. We are almost there.”
He took a long drink from the water he had brought and smiled at me, taking in our surroundings, as we got closer.
“Any particular reason you want me to be well-rested?” Perrin asked.
I could feel the flush on my face, but I just gave him an assessing gaze, allowing my eyes to roam his body.
“Maybe,” I said, settling my eyes back on the road now that we were close enough I would need to start following the directions to guide us.
It didn’t take long to find the cabin tucked up a hill a few blocks from the main downtown area, just as Quinn described. It was quiet and cozy, with a fire already blazingwhen I had entered the code into the box at the door, retrieved the keys and walked in. Almost summer or not, we were high up and once the sun went down, the fire would still be a nice touch.
I could tell by the look on his face that the nap, and the serene setting of this cabin among the trees was easing down Perrin from the slight edge he had been carrying for the past ten days of long shifts at the hospital. By the time I had set our bags down in the closet of the large master bedroom, Perrin was staring out the large window to the forest landscape with a look of contentment I hadn’t seen in weeks.
Perrin
Jack tasted sweet. Not just because he was pushing his mouth against mine in deep, long kisses, but because I had the time to savor him. The past few days had been so busy at work that when I came home, all I wanted to do was wrap myself in his warmth and sleep.
But, as soon as Jack pushed me down on the large bed in the cabin he had rented and crashed his lips on mine, my desire skyrocketed. We were still both fully clothed, and he was taking his time with the kisses, despite him laying on top of me and knowing how rock hard I was.
I ran my hands up into his hair again, pulling him down to kiss me. Jackkissedharder and I was squirming underneath him, desperate to get my hands on Jack’s skin. But, so far, he hadn’t let me touch all the places I was eager to linger. Instead, he just kept kissing me, pining my hands on the bed beside my head whenever I tried to run my hands over him.
Jack’s thighs were bracketing my hips, and he placed himself just far enough up on me that I couldn’t move my own for any friction that I was desperately craving. He was just close enough to drive me crazy with the possibility, and just far enough to keep me from it. If he kept this up, I was going to come in my pants like a teenager.
No matter how tired I was, Jack and I still found time to be intimate, but the thought of being rested well enough to sink into Jack as often and long as I wanted was driving me crazy. Almost crazy as Jack’s lips were driving me right now.
Just kisses. Long, toe-curling kisses.
“Jack, baby,” I panted against his lips.
Jack pulled up just enough I could look him in the eye. “You don’t like kissing me, P?” He asked with a teasing voice.
“More,” I said.
“We have dinner reservations in an hour,” he said. “Can’t be late.” Then his head dipped back to my lips.
“Jack,” I pleaded, as his mouth moved to my neck, behind my ear. “I can work with that,” I broke off and gasped as his mouth found my collarbone. “Make you come more than once in that time frame,” I promised with gasps, as Jack continued to ignore my words.
Jesus, he knew how to push my buttons. At some point I know I thought that being with the same person, monogamy, must have some redeeming features, but it would mean a loss of excitement, and loss of passion. I was so damned wrong. Jack knew just how to play me. He knew when to push, when to pull back, and how to have me just like he did now, desperate and still fully clothed.
“One time,” he breathed, nipping lightly on my ear just to make me shiver.
“One?” I asked, trying to move my head at least to get my lips on some of his skin.
“You get to come once before dinner,” he rumbled against my neck. “I’ll let you choose how.”
Within the hour, we followed a hostess up the stairs to the chic restaurant where Jack had made reservations. Jack linked his hands in mine, and although he had definitely taken the edge off, it still wasn’t enough. If anything, he had allowed us that one orgasm, but left me hornier than I was before.
The place was gorgeous, set on the bustling downtown with windows that looked over the winding streets that made up Lyle, sporting art on the walls and a wine list that lit up Jack’s eyes on arrival. We paced ourselvesthough wine and great food, and even dessert, but that was attributed more to Jack’s inability to say no to creme brûlée than any other factor.
“You two headed to the art walk?” Our waitress asked when it was down to just coffee and hands intertwined as we lingered.
Jack looked at me and smiled. “Yes, that’s our next stop.”
Although I was bewildered at the exchange, the waitress nodded at Jack. “You can get your armband here, if you like.”
Jack reached for the inner pocket of his jacket and slid two tickets over to her, which she took, flashing him a smile.
“Art walk?” I asked after she had left. I had noticed Lyle had several art galleries, but I really hadn’t thought much of it beyond that.
