She closed her eyes for a second, whimpered, and then kept talking as if they were in the middle of a crowded mall. He had to give her credit. She was good.
“I just kept a diary. I really hate migraines.” She made a little mewling sound when his thumb brushed over her taut nipple. “How about you? Any allergies?”
“Just shellfish.” Jack smirked and blew warm breath into her ear.
She moaned, put her hand to just above where he ached for her, and sent her energy into him.
Oh God.
She smirked. “Any shellfish?”
Another blast of energy left his balls tightening painfully, and his cock straining against the fabric of his slacks.
“Shellfish…Blow up like a balloon.” He clenched his teeth. She was winning this game hands down. His hands found his favorite curves. Her hip bone, the round curves of her breast.
“Okay, no shellfish.”
“What else don’t you like?” He alluded to something quite different than food with his tone.
“That’s a pretty long list.” She snuggled closer but he knew it was because her legs were giving out. Her hands were in his hair and he could feel her trembling against him.
“I want to know.” He cupped his hand between her legs, felt the heated warmth through the denim. “What don’t you like?”
“Peas. Brussel sprouts. Rhubarb–” She tiled her head back, closed her eyes and sucked in a sharp breath when he infused her with another blast, this time between her legs. She rocked against him. “Mmmm. And arrogant men.”
He chuckled against her lips. “None?”
“Maybe one.” She nipped at his bottom lip, then wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and deepened the kiss.
She made him so damn hard that he physically ached for her. His cock throbbed in demand and his muscles tensed. He gripped the material of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
“What about Joan?” Zoe whimpered.
“Gone home.” He ran a hand over her breast and squeezed gently.
“Good.” She cupped him in her hand through his pants and sent an electric pulse of energy through his groin.
His hips jerked and his entire body quivered for her. He growled low in his throat, pulled back from her kiss and buried his mouth against her neck. “I can’t get enough of you.”
He needed her in a way that terrified him.
Clenching his teeth, he removed the last of their clothes. He raked his gaze of the soft lines of her body. Fuck, she was stunning. Standing in his kitchen naked, hunger in her eyes, he swore he’d never seen anything more perfect in his entire life.
He knelt before her, and ran his tongue along the soft skin, kissing a trail down her stomach, hips, inner thighs. She moaned when he parted the warm folds with his tongue, sliding against the entrance.
“Intoxicating,” he whispered, against her damp heat. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Jack,” she cried out hoarsely, arching against his mouth. Her fingers threaded through his hair. She gasped when he slid a finger inside of her. Her body shivered and jerked in response to his touch. She gripped the edge of the counter, and he felt her legs tremble.
“What do you need?”
“More,” she panted. “I need more of you.”
In a swift movement, he scooped her up and carried her to his bedroom. He placed her on the bed, and she arched for him, whimpering in need, her eyes closed. Her legs parted and she gripped the base of his cock.
He held himself above her until she opened her eyes and met his gaze.
“You’re mine.” He brushed his lips over hers. “Say it.”
