He moves my stool between his legs and puts both boots on either side of me. Then he grabs the side of my neck with one hand, his long fingers almost wrapping completely around my neck. He glides his thumb upward, nudging my chin. He stares into my eyes, speaking only to me. “I guess I haven’t made myself clear enough. I want every motherfucker in here to know who you belong to. I want everyone to know I belong to you, because I do. I don’t care about any other woman. You are the only one I want. I don’t care what anyone thinks anymore.” His eyes dip to my mouth. “This is not how I anticipated our first kiss, but fuck it.”
He consumes me. Soft at first, testing what his lips feel like against mine. Then he deepens the pressure, his velvet tongue running over my lips, asking me to open for him, and I do. My mind fogs and my hands wind around Jack’s neck. He tastes so good. His smell envelops me. The way he takes control leaves me weak. Everything falls away around us, and I wish I could kiss him forever.
Shit am I in trouble. If that’s how my body responds after one kiss in a crowded room, imagine what kissing him alone would feel like?
He releases me. “Damn, you taste even better than I imagined.”
My cheeks blaze as a hundred eyes watch us. A door slams, someone whistles, and Mike says, “Looks like you two need a room.”
When I turn around, Natasha is gone. I smile triumphantly and trail my fingers over Jack’s shirt. “You’ve imagined kissing me?”
“Baby, I’ve imagined kissing every square inch of you. I’ve imagined how you taste. How you moan when I slide my cock into you for the first time. I have imagined what your face will look like when I make you come all over me. Baby, I’ve imagined it all with you.”
CHAPTER 53
JACK
Somehow, we get home from the club and put on the brakes. Something triggered Jessi when I had her against the wall. I’m determined to take things slow now, for her sake mostly. But I know we can’t avoid our impulses forever. Jessi changes me into someone else. Someone different. Someone happy. I want her whenever she’s really ready.
It’s Sunday, so we decide to hit up the grocery store after breakfast. According to Jessi, we can’t fall behind or we’ll make excuses rather than food and we’ll hate ourselves. If it were up to me, I would spend the day making a meal out of her. But cooking is a close second. I enjoy watching her in her element, so confident and calm.
She makes a list of the things we need, biting her lip as she concentrates. It’s cute and damn sexy at the same time. “Hey, what did I say about lip biting?” I joke.
She plays coy. “You were going to do something about it.” She keeps biting. “What did you have in mind?”
My dick goes hard. With one arm, I swoop her onto the counter and spread her legs, pressing her into me. “Do you feel what that does to me? I want to take this slow with you, but when you bite that sexy lip, it makes me want to ravage you.”
She encircles my hips with her legs, locking her ankles behind me. “What if I want you to ravage me?” She slides her hands under my shirt.
“Oh, I will. Once you get used to me, I’ll fuck you so often that there won’t be a day that you’re not sore, with my come leaking out of you.”
She moans, and it takes everything in me not to have her right there.
“Please, Jack,” she says. “I want you so bad.”
I place my forehead against hers. “Not yet. I want to worship you. I want to take my time. I want to get you fully ready. Unfortunately, your first time will hurt. I want to make it as painless as I can. I want to make it as special as I can too.” I step back, adjust myself, and tap her nose with my index finger. “Now, let’s hit the store so we have time to watch a movie tonight.”
“That’s not fair!” she snaps, hopping off the counter and trailing after me.
I grab her hand and lead her to my truck. As I round to my side and open the garage door, I notice a car idling outside. The two occupants are watching us, but I can’t see their faces.
My gut tells me to stay on alert.
CHAPTER 54
JESSI
I’m pretty pissed. I get that Jack wants to take things slow for my benefit, but that’s not what I want. I hate him teasing me like that then taking it away. It’s bullshit.
Jack’s tenser than usual as he climbs into the truck. I wonder if I’ve upset him, but his mood shifts as soon as he sees me, and he flashes me a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry. I know you’re frustrated. I didn’t mean to let it get that far. You’re a drug to me. I go in a frenzy when I’m near you, especially now that I’ve had a taste.”
I huff. It’s hard to stay mad when his eyes disarm me so easily.
We’re in and out of the grocery store in minutes. “Nice hustle,” I tell him.
“We’ve got a system,” he says, his gaze searching the parking lot. Is he moving slower than usual? Maybe Austin’s attack jarred him more than I realized. We find the truck and start toward home.
Jack’s phone rings as we cross an intersection. I divert my attention to the passing scenery and enjoy my hair blowing in the warm air. Eavesdropping can only go so far since Jack switches the phone to his device and brings it to his ear.
