“You’re not supposed to be—”
“To be what, baby?”
Fuck, why I can’t breathe.
As I stare into the bright green orbs of his eyes, I can feel myself becoming lost in the moment, my restraint swiftly leaving. I roll my lips together, wetting them slightly with my tongue before I speak. “Don’t call methat,either.” I can’t look away from him, it’s impossible.
Why is knowing I have to leave tomorrow so hard?
“You’re mine, Robyn.” Jack steps closer, a hairs width between both our chests now.
“Says who?” I murmur, transfixed by his sudden change in behaviour.
Lowering his left hand to the side of my neck, he brushes his thumb so lightly against my jawline I almost whimper at his touch. He brushes a few strands ofhair from my face, tucking them behind my ear and smiling down at me as he does.
“Says the way you breathe. How your body reacts to me. That’s who, little bird.” He angles his head lower, so our lips are barely touching, his closeness tempting me to rise up to my tiptoes and press my mouth to his, just to see what he tastes like. But I think better of it and wait—kissing him would be a mistake.
It’s too intimate. Too… romantic.
His breath coasts along my desperate lips when he speaks again. “I never knew what desire was until I touched you.” His voice now dripping with fervour, an intense tone that sends shivers over every inch of my skin. “And now I know what it feels like to have you… I’m not sure I’m willing to give that up. So, for however long I have left with you, I’ll call you whatever I want. So yes, Robyn, you’re mine.”
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” I murmur feebly, my lips so close to his.
“Why, baby?”
There’s that word again.
His words swirl with an intensified passion, and I can’t catch my breath. “Afraid you might like me? Or more?”
“No, I hate you.” I try to sound convincing, but I know it’s a lie. I’m pretty sureheknows it is, too.
An extremely slow smile grows on his face, and he dips his head to the side. “Then show me, Robyn, show me exactly how much you hate me.”
I’m unable to stop the words freefalling from. “Kiss me,” I murmur, “please.” My hands move to his wrists. “Before I change my mind.”
“Finally,” he rasps deep from the depths of his chest.
When we kiss, it’s not messy, or… chaotic, it’s tender. Like both of us are pouring every ounce of what we feel for the other into it. His hands hold my face while his lips slowly brush over mine, the stubble of his soft beard meeting my skin. I move towards him, and even if there’s no space left between us it’s as though his body is a magnet beckoning mine closer.
I let go of his wrists, flattening my palms to his warm, muscular chest and sliding them up to his shoulders—but he still doesn’t let go of my face. I poke my tongue out and flick it over his top lip, inciting a deep groan from him beforehe presses his mouth to mine, and I release a muffled moan into his mouth the moment I feel how soft his lips truly are.
Everything about this is warm, passionate, and I don’t know why I’m so drawn to him the way I am. His tongue glides over the crease of my mouth, silently beckoning me to open up for him and when I do, he slides it inside, meeting mine in a kiss that could rival any period drama love story. His kiss sends electricity through my body, igniting an unfamiliar feeling in my gut that has me briefly questioning why I’m allowing this to happen when it will only end in some form of heartbreak, but not being able to stop it, either.
As our tongues intertwine, I curl my fingers under the hem of his black T-shirt and lift it, our lips parting so I’m able to yank it off his incredible body and before our lips join once more, he lifts my sweater over my head and tosses it somewhere in the room, but as his lips fuse with mine again I’m lost within him once more.
Our breathing becomes a little more hitched as we share control of the kiss. He reaches behind my back and unclasps my bra, torturously working the straps over my shoulders, the tips of his fingers following them down my arms.
Jack bends slightly at the waist and takes hold of the underside of my thighs, hoisting me in his arms with minimal effort and I automatically wrap my arms tightly around his neck, bringing our bare upper bodies together. The world around me melts away as he carries me to his bed, my fingers threading through his thick salt and pepper hair, him swallowing my various moans as he lowers us both down.
When my back rests on the soft silk mattress, I unlock my arms from his neck and my legs from his waist, allowing him to get to make light work of the button and zip on my jeans.
His mouth leaves mine and he laughs softly as a whimper of disappointment leaves me, because I don’t want to stop kissing him, I can’t. “Let me get these off.” He stands from his position above me.
“Hurry.” I sulk, down turning my lips into a sad expression and poking my bottom lip out.
“You really are greedy.” He chuckles, tugging off my jeans.
His smile is so beautiful to look at.
