“Jack.”
“Let’s indulge our fantasies. Just for a minute.”
“What—what do you know about my fantasies?” Miranda wasn’t breathing right either. Her breath bathed my face in uneven puffs.
A tiny smile pulled at my cheeks. “A lot more than you might think.”
She said nothing, an invisible force moving her face a few millimeters closer to mine.
My voice was a painful rasp. “You want to remember what my weight feels like. What I taste like. How I make you lose yourself.”
Hers was barely audible. “Jack.”
“Is that close?”
She knew she was stripped bare. Knew she couldn’t lie. Knew she’d look dumb trying. So she nodded. Slow and resolute.
“Do it then. Just a kiss. You have my word.”
Her tiny hand slid up my torso, feeling the ridges of my body beneath the fabric. The motion litme on fire. My eyes fluttered closed and I shuddered at her firm touch. Her fingers made a path, slipping up and around the back of my neck.
She closed the last few inches, her hot mouth meshing with mine in a frantic lurch.
And I was lost.
FIFTY-ONE
Miranda
The façade I worked so hard to uphold shattered in a single moment. In a lapse of weakness, I was in Jack’s arms. Kissing like he might evaporate before I could experience him.
Our bodies fused, my hands wildly memorized, and my mouth clung to his with a desperation I couldn’t remember suffering before.
I could no longer say “I don’t want this.” It was feeble before. But now, the claim would be the brunt of all Jack’s jokes.
Because here I was, leading the charge.
I simply could not stop myself.
When he had the audacity to beg me.
Begme.
As if I needed begging.
He’d invited me to live my fantasies—just for a minute. If only I could do everything I wanted in sixty short seconds. We were making good time, but notthatgood.
How could I say no?
Toy with me.
This was a no strings-attached kiss. A simple memory I’d deposit in a bank already overflowing with them. A treasure among many I’d pretend was fool’s gold. Not worth anything but the thrill.
I had my hands in his hair, forcing him deeper into my kiss. He groaned and hauled me up against him, his hands tracing my back. They ran the length of it, down my thighs and up to the bare skin at my shoulders.
I was fully open for him and he for me. I threw my leg around his waist. His lips tugged on mine, firm and demanding. With every passing second, we each made demands. Demands for more time. More skin. More heart.
And more us.
