It still surprisesme anytime Jack picks me up effortlessly and carries me up the steps. I’m slim, but my height alone must make it difficult.
He drops me on the middle of the bed and stands over me, trying to regulate his breathing.
Slowly licking his lips, a subtle grin tugs at them as his eyes bore into me, sparkling with mirth.
And from that look alone, I get a flashback of a cheeky young Jack, and it’s a stark contrast to his presence here in this room.
Now he’s all man.
Sexy as hell and completely full of himself, but still the most caring man I’ve ever known.
And he’s all mine, the way I’ve always dreamt of it.
His suit-clad body climbs onto the bed, and I can’t help but let out a shaky breath, not from nerves but from anticipation.
I’ve missed my husband.
I need his hands on me now, but first… “Jack, wait,” I stop him. “I know you need to escape, but are you sure you’re okay?”
“Belle,” he growls. “Right now, I only care about getting lost in you, nothing else matters. You okay with that?” He smirks, and I poke at one of his dimples.
“Love these. And yes, I’m beyond good with it.”
“That’s what I thought,” he murmurs against my lips. “I’m going to take my time tonight. I want to taste every part of you, especially here,” he says as he rubs against my sex. “I’ve missed my tongue between your legs.”
How does he get me like this, panting like a dog in heat in under two seconds?
“Clothes off, Jack. Too many…” My voice trails off as he cups my cheeks, encasing them in both hands as he swipes his thick tongue through my mouth, exploring and gliding, causing me to shiver in pleasure and my skin to break out in a sheet of goose bumps.
My toes curl as our kiss turns desperate, as though it’s been a lifetime rather than a matter of days since we’ve kissed.
I guess to us, two people utterly insatiable for one another, this time apartdidfeel like a lifetime.
I grab at his hair and kiss him, matching his desire as I lose complete control. I love his mouth; if this was all we did, it would be enough.
He’s an amazing and passionate kisser.
The best.
“Naked… I need you fucking naked.”
“I know,” I snap. “I already bloody said that.”
He raises one brow and snickers as he reluctantly sits up. “Sexually frustrated, are we?” He shrugs off his suit jacket and gets to work unbuttoning his dress shirt. I almost fall off the bed, but instead, I sit there, drooling.
Holy shit, my husband is fucking hot.
“You looked good in that suit,” my voice rasps. He loves when I wear a power suit, but if he only knew the things I think about when he’s dressed like he’s ready to take over the world...
It does something to a girl.
He shrugs off his shirt, and I’m struck speechless.
Jack’s olive skin is tanned to perfection from the few short days in the Italian sun, enhancing his broad chest and muscular abs. I trace the light dusting of hair and watch as he slowly unzips his pants, pulling out his dick. Of course, it’s already hard, thick, and beating angrily, waiting to be touched.
He wraps his hand around himself and begins to stroke his cock, putting on a show, knowing how much this turns me on.
Starting with slow, even tugs, he soon picks up the pace, working every muscle in his forearm. His hand glides over the head and smears the pre-come down. With every stroke, every touch, I feel it on my skin.
