“I want you.”
“Tell me you need me.”
“I need you.”
Always needed him. Always will.
He pauses, his lips still pressed against mine. “Tell me you love me.”
My breath catches, but I don’t hesitate even a second longer. “I love you.” I sigh. “So much.”
He cups my cheek and lets those beautiful eyes penetrate mine. “I’m so in love with you, AnnabellePeters.I might have taken longer to catch up and realize what I wanted in life, but rest assured, it has always been and always will be you.” I trace his dimple as he continues, “We are going to have an amazing life together, and as much as I hate that it took me this long to get my act together, I am eternally thankful that I finally did. Because you, sweetheart, are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
“Jack,” I cry.
God… this man.
“We may not have had the proper wedding or exchanged the perfect vows, but right here and now, I promise you everything. Everything good in this world is yours, and I’ll go to whatever lengths to make sure of it.”
With a wide grin, I push his fallen hair out of his eyes and speak my truth. “You are what’s good in the world, Jack, and I have you. And in having you, I have everything I’ll ever need.”
He dips his head, letting his lips dust over mine. “How about this?” He grinds into me. “Is this cock of mine what’s good in this world?”
I roll my eyes but don’t deny the deep ache that immediately grows inside me. “You’re ruining it.” We both laugh before his lips open in a silent invitation.
The kiss is not rushed or crazed. It’s slow and completely erotic, causing my body to burn quickly with pleasure.
Rocking against his erection, I silently beg for more as our tongues glide together in a perfect dance. Then, without disconnecting, he rolls over so we face one another, hitching my leg over his waist, and slides his hand under my dress, slowly caressing from the top of my spine down to my behind.
My heart is pounding in my chest. I can barely breathe from the anticipation.
Fuck.
He feels perfect against me, even over our clothes, and I can feel my release building fast.
I could come just like this. With every movement, every swipe of his tongue, my sex throbs with need for one thing:him.
Embarrassing or not, I can’t stop it.
I love sex, always have and I reckon I always will, but it’s different with Jack.
I don’t just love it. I crave it. I crave him.
I pull back and drop my head to his chest, trying to regulate my breathing as his fingers slide under my panties, over my bum, to my entrance. His breath hitches when he feels my arousal.Ican feel how wet I am from how easily his fingers slide against me.
“Oh God, Jack,” I moan. “I—Fuck. I want you inside of me when I come.”
He pushes two fingers inside me, stretching me, pumping me with vigor, only causing my orgasm to reach me faster.
He pushes in a third finger, and with every pump, he brings his fingers all the way out to glide over my clit.
Hold it.
On the last swipe, he hovers over my clit, rubbing with all three extremely wet fingers.
My mouth hangs open. There is no fucking holding it.
I cry out as my hips buck against Jack’s hand, riding out my orgasm as my body quivers.
