You want me coming in your back door?
I snickered, left him on read, and scrambled to get Romeo outside so I’d be there to usher Jack quietly inside.
A few minutes later, the back gate swung open with barely a squeak of the hinges. Romeo gave a low growl, then looked to me to see how he should react.
“Come ’ere, Romeo,” I called. He bounded over, and I held his collar as Jack stepped lightly on the stone walkway toward the patio, where we stood.
Jack’s cheeks and nose were red from the cold, and his hands were shoved deep in the pockets of his navy coat. He was buttoned tightly, but I ate up the gorgeous sight he made with jeans, boots, and a beanie-topped head.
“I had no idea it got so cold here,” he huffed and shivered slightly.
“Yeah.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “You want something to warm you up? We’ve got coffee and hot chocolate or Daddy’s liquor …” I trailed off. I’d never had much to drink, but I’d be down for some whiskey if it knocked the edge off my nerves.
Jack laughed softly as he moved closer. “I’ve got a better idea.” He didn’t stop until he fisted my hoodie in both hands and yanked me against his chest.
His lips were like ice as they crashed into mine. I shuddered in response, but it had more to do with him being so near than the temperature. I lowered my hands to palm his ass under his coat and use as leverage to rock my hips into his. Even through the layers between us, the slight friction arced to my toes.
“I think we’re gonna find out how quick my refractory period can be tonight,” I whispered against his mouth.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. I’ve been so close to coming just thinkin’ about you being here. Not sure I can hold out much longer.”
Jack sighed and dropped his head back. “Thank God, me too.”
I grinned and reached for his hand. He didn’t hesitate, taking mine immediately and letting me guide him inside.
Romeo followed, keeping an eye on both of us.
“Bed,” I softly commanded the dog. He dropped his head and padded toward the laundry room, where he slept when Cara didn’t let him in her room.
As I tugged Jack along, I pointed toward a hallway and told him Dad’s room and office were that way. He glanced around but only nodded, not responding as I gave him a short tour, then beelined for the stairs.
The carpet muffled our footsteps as I led him to my room. Jack trailed his fingers over my abs as I stood to one side, letting him enter first. He passed me with a grin, then stopped in the middle of my bedroom. I closed the door, locked it behind my back, and he spun to face me when the soft click echoed in the stillness.
My entire body froze in anticipation of his next move. Even blood stopped pumping, making me ache and my head grow fuzzy. Would he bolt? Was it too much now that we were alone like this?
Without breaking his focus from my eyes, he searched for the first button of his coat with fumbling fingers. I slumped in relief. Good.
Jack snickered as if he could guess my thoughts.
For as long as I could manage, I gave him space to finish with his coat and toe off his shoes, and then I pounced.
Jack softly chuckled as I pushed him onto my bed and undressed him myself. His sweater and undershirt came off together. His skin was cold under my hands, and I rubbed all over him, my lips following as I worked to warm him and give in to my cravings.
The jitters came and went as emotions and heat rolled through me like a twister. This was so fucking happening. How far we went didn’t matter. I couldn’t even think about details like that. Jack was here, intoxicating me with his presence, calming my soul with his own.
Traces of cologne lingered on his skin. Goose bumps covered his arms, and his nipples were hard little knots. Using my teeth, I teased them and stroked down his sides and stomach with the tips of my fingers.
Abruptly, I sat on my heels. “God, I can’t wait.” I yanked off my hoodie and T-shirt. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be fucking sorry.” Jack sat up and reached for the zipper on my jeans as I arched back to strip off my socks.
When my pants were undone, I plopped onto my side and pulled them down with my boxers as Jack finished undressing himself. The lube I’d made readily available in hopes we got to this sat on my nightstand, and I squirted enough in my palm for an easy glide. By the time I was ready, Jack was gloriously naked.
“This’ll be quick,” I said as I straddled his hips again.
“I know.”
