“I didn’t ask what Sean wanted. What do you want, Hailey?”
I couldn’t help but remember that night. “I mean, I enjoyed that night. It was—” I swallowed. “I’ll never forget it. But I’ll never forget my night with you, either.” My mouth went dry as I remembered those moments when Jack was inside me. “You were the one I wanted to have sex with. When we were together like that, it was—” I shook my head. “I don’t even know. I’ve never felt like that with anyone. Will it always be like that?”
He reached for me, pulling me onto his lap. I braced myself against his shoulders. His naked shoulders, covered in tattoos. My hands clutched at him, itching to touch him more.
“I hope so,” Jack said, his voice deeper.
“I want to be with you, Jack. Only you.”
“I believe you.” Jack tugged me closer, and I could feel himbetween my legs.
My hands slid up his shoulders and around his neck, and both of us leaned forward. The kiss was scorching from the start. Lips and tongue and locked eyes. We devoured each other until my hands slid into his hair, tugging lightly to make him groan. His head fell back at my urging.
“I want more than kissing,” I told him. “I want to have sex. Take me to the bedroom.” My head dipped, my mouth sucking on his neck.
“Yes.” His voice was like gravel, his breathing rapid. “Wrap your legs around me.” He stood when I did, his hands moving to my ass, his touch there making the ache more intense.
I kissed up his jaw to find his lips again, nipping the bottom one before diving into another kiss.
He fell onto the bed with me, his weight on top of me making me arch against his growing erection. Our lips parted, and he kissed down my neck, already pushing my pajama top up so he could suck on my nipple, making my thoughts spin away even faster.
My head fell back, and I looked at the headboard with the metal bar I’d fantasized about. “I’ve always had ideas about this bed.”
Jack paused, lifting his head to stare at the headboard. “I know. You tried to tell me that night you got drunk and I took you home. I’ve thought about it ever since.” His hand had moved to my breast, teasing at the nipple. “Is that what you want, love? I could get on board with that.”
I sat up quickly, nearly knocking our heads together. “You’d let me?”
“Let you?” His hand stilled as he looked at the headboard again. “Wait, you want…”
I pushed on his chest, and he followed my urging, falling to his back so I could crawl on top of him. “You still haven’t let me touch you much. I want to tie you up and touch you all over until I figure out what you like.”
His breathing grew erratic. “Fuck, Hailey. I’m going to lose it if you do that.”
The thought only made me wetter. “I want to, Jack. Because it’s you, and I’m crazy about you, and I want to show you. Will you let me?”
“Do you—” His voice cracked, and he had to swallow. “Do you have anything we can use?”
I crawled off the bed to go into the closet, removing the box I’d put on the top shelf. I’d purchased the wrist and ankle cuffs shortly after buying the bed, but they’d been tucked away ever since.
I walked back to the bed, removing the lid and pulling out one of the cuffs, which had a strap to fasten to the bars. “They’ve never been used if you’re worried about that.”
“You really want to do this?” Jack asked, his eyes hot and intent as they locked on mine.
“I chose you, Jack.” I crawled over him on the bed, staring down at the man who constantly gave to me but still wondered why anyone would choose him. “That means you’re mine, too,doesn’t it?” My hand found the button of his slacks, undoing it. “Why wouldn’t I want to touch you?” His zipper followed, barely heard over his panting. “Will you let me?”
“I’ll let you do anything you want,” he said.
The ache between my legs throbbed at his words. I cupped him through his slacks. “Good. Take these off while I set up the cuffs.”
A thrill ran through me as he reached for his pants. I couldn’t wait to figure out all the ways Jack liked to be touched.
Chapter 30
A Saturday Together
Itugged on the straps at Jack’s feet to make sure they were secure. “Not too tight?” I asked.
“No.” Jack’s voice was deep and husky as he stared at me, his pupils already blown wide.
