Fuuuck. I’m supposed to be protecting her and giving her a safe space, not daydreaming about fucking her.
I need a release or I won’t be able to stand next to her without thinking about bending her over the kitchen counter. One more time, though, I’ll let myself fantasize about her again, so I can go out there and focus.
I grab my dick and tug hard. I’m already dripping pre-come all over myself. I picture spreading her legs wide at the edge of my bed, standing before her, jacking myself off. I would glide my throbbing head over her sensitive nub to lubricate it. Then use my thumb to circle it while I continue to tug on my cock. Shit. I can see her panting with pleasure. What would her pussy feel like as I buried a finger inside her and then another? Would she drip for me? Would she scream for me as she got close? Would she beg me for release? What would it be like to watch her beautiful eyes as they rolled back with pleasure that I gave her?
Warmth builds inside me and I close my eyes as I come. I imagine shooting hot white ribbons all over her beautiful pussy. It would be the most beautiful sight to see my come dripping down her sex, her legs, marking her as mine.
I catch my breath and clean myself up. What the hell is she doing to me? I have never fantasized about filling a woman up with my come. It usually has the opposite effect, because the thought of getting someone pregnant terrifies me. I always wrap it up, always.
This woman is doing a number on me. She’s officially under my skin, and after the best orgasm of my life simply from thinking aboutall the things I want to do to her, I don’t think I’ll ever get her out of my system.
Calm down, Jack.But I don’t know how to do that. The longer I stay in her presence, the more I wonder how much time I have before I give in to temptation.
CHAPTER 33
JESSI
Once Jack comes back downstairs, we hop in his truck and head to the store. All the way there, I can’t stop thinking about what happened in Jack’s bedroom. What would have happened if I had tried to kiss him? I’m almost sure he was thinking the same thing. However, the last thing I need is to misread signals and get sent back to my house because Jack thinks I’m a crazy lovesick teenager.
We park and head inside. I follow him through the aisles and to the checkout counter, replaying the steamy scene in my head. Jack is so hot. Too hot. As the cashier scans the last food item, I watch Jack reach for his wallet. This time I don’t argue about paying.
As we leave the store, bags swinging from our arms, he gives me a wink. “Good girl.”
Oh my god. Why does him saying that make me so wet? The wink on top of it almost pushes me over the edge.
I can’t stand the sexual tension roiling inside me much longer. At least I think it’s sexual tension. I wouldn’t know since I’m still a virgin, but I imagine it feels like this.An itch to scratch. A bruise to push. A longing to be filled.
Jack brings in the groceries and I put them away. After that’s done, I give him veggies to cut, while I sear the burgers.
“What’s going on in that cute little head of yours?” Jack says, the corners of his green eyes crinkling.
My cheeks heat, but I decide to be honest. “Just how easy it is living here—for me, anyway. I’ve never felt more at home than in the past week. You let me be myself and don’t try to change me or criticize me. Before Shannon and Austin arrived, there was always a bit of tension in my home. Nothing like it is with those two, but I still felt like I had to walk on eggshells around Dad. After my mom left us, he had this sadness that followed him, and it became my focus to try and erase it. Then Shannon and Austin came into the picture and well, you can figure out the rest. I guess I lost myself in it all and forgot what it felt like to be me. And to have a house that feels like a home.” I refuse to meet his eyes, not believing how honest I am right now. How vulnerable. Do I sound pathetic? Whiney?
Jack puts the veggies down and wipes his hands as he walks around to me. “I feel the same. This place was a bachelor pad. While I’ve always kept a fairly clean home, you have brought it to life. An unfortunate event brought you here, but I’m thankful. No one should ever make you feel like you should change. You are perfect just as you are. You are beautiful and perfect. If anyone tells you different, I’ll kick their ass.”
I grin. He always knows how to lighten my mood and make me smile.
“I’ll be sad to see you go back home when your dad returns,” Jack says, sliding over to the cutting board again with a pained expression.
My heart breaks at the reminder. “Me too.”
We go back to cooking. Jack turns on some music as we do our dance around the kitchen and finish up. “What movie did you choose?” he asks, holding up a popcorn bowl.
“The Godfather.You okay with that?”
He purrs in agreement. “Who wouldn’t be? It’s a classic. Grab the popcorn from the cabinet above you, and I’ll get it ready.”
I open it and spy a popcorn box on the top shelf. I reach for it, lifting onto my tippy toes. I do a jump to get some added height. I hear Jack laugh before the warmth of his body presses in behind me. He places one arm on the counter and grabs the box with the other, caging me in. “Let me grab it for you. I forgot how short you are. Feel free to move things around if it’s hard for you to reach something.” He places the box on the counter but doesn’t move away.
“Or I could just let you get things for me,” I say boldly, pushing into him.
He chuckles. His warm breath skims the top of my head and makes the back of my neck tingle, begging for his touch. He slowly brushes the hair off my shoulder and whispers in my ear, “That works for me. Let’s start the movie. It’s getting late.”
We settle into our usual spots. When we first started movie nights, we sat on opposite ends of the couch, but over the weeks we have slowly moved closer. Now, we share a blanket and a bowl of popcorn, our knees touching. We don’t need to talk while we watch the movie. We can be comfortable in a shared silence. I’ve come to look forward to our movie nights. Time with just Jack, alone.
Once we finish the popcorn, we set the bowl on the coffee table and get more comfortable. My vision drifts in and out of focus as I fight the urge to rest my head.
The next thing I know, I’m rubbing sleep from my eyes.
