“Put those dimples away, you cheeky bastard.” I shake my head, trying to hold back my smile. “You’re a born romantic, Jack.”
I still my hips—or try to. He’s too strong and on a mission. “You didn’t let me finish before. I have something else to say.”
He rolls his eyes. “We can talk later… less chatting, more kissing.”
I swat at his hands, deflecting them as they attempt to cup my boobs.
Horny wanker.
“I want this to work between us, Jack, so because of that, I don’t want to tell anyone about us.”
His eyes widen in surprise. “Why the hell not? We’re perfect for one another, and I want to shout it to the world.”
“Jack.” I sigh. “First off, I don’t want to bring this up during Sadie’s wedding weekend. She deserves all the attention to be on her and Wills, no one else. Plus, there will be so many expectations, questions, and concerns around our relationship, and you know it. Don’t you want to figure this out together, you and me… no one else in our ears asking how things are going every two seconds? I know I want that. I only want to do this if it’s you and me. Then after we get home to London, we can reassess.”
“I should let you know that Declan knows I’m pursuing you.”
“Pursuing me? More like railroading me.” I laugh so he knows I’m kidding.
“More like railing you.” Then he mutters, “Or about to,” and we both laugh together.
“Well, I guess then I should tell you that Lola knows, too.” I smirk, and he rolls his eyes.
“So what you’re saying is everyone knows except my sister and Wills?”
“And Nora, Marco, and Evelyn.”
He squeezes my hip bones a few times, thinking. “All right, it’s a secretfor now. Once we get home though, we’re figuring this out, because like I told you, I don’t do things in halves. If we’re together, we’re together.”
I lean over and press my lips to his. “Okay, deal,” I say, and not a second later, I’m crying out as Jack has me in the air, flipping positions so I’m on my back.
“Now, no more talking unless it’s you crying out my name. Got it?”
So bossy. “Got it,” I moan as he grinds himself into me, only teasing, and now I’m feeling as crazed as him.
Jack rips open my robe and stills. “Who wears this much clothes under a robe? I need them off, right this second,” he says, pointing down at my pajama set.
After he leans back, I shimmy out of the robe, and he undoes the buttons of my pajamas, letting the top open and fall to the sides. His eyes widen and roam every inch of me, licking his lips in appreciation.
“Annabelle…fuck,” he whispers to himself, then reaches forward with both hands, cupping and massaging my breasts with such rapt attention he seems lost in awe. Jack’s been a boob man for as long as I can remember.
With each caress, it sends a deep shiver through my body and sparks of arousal straight to my…
Oh god.
He pinches my nipple, then leans over to drag his tongue along the tips of each one. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
“Belle,” he growls. “These tits are fucking amazing. God, I could hold them like this all day.” He runs his hands back up and over my boobs, rubbing the heel of his palm with deep pressure along my already hard nipples before cupping and squeezing tight.
Oh. My. God.
That feels amazing.
“I’m going to make you come like this one day. Playing with these pert pink nipples for hours until you can’t take it anymore,” he mutters, “Jesus, I feel crazed thinking of all the things I want to do with you, every way I want to have you.”
I look down and see the head of his swollen, angry-looking dick is poking out of his briefs. “Naked, Jack, you need to be naked,” I croak.
He stills. The air crackles around us, deep arousal thick in the air, as our eyes meet. “This is happening.”
