Page 95 of Dead Pretty

Knowing I do that to him only turns me on further.

Jack licks a path back to my mouth. His hands find my hips, and he tugs me even tighter to his body.

We’re hip to hip. Chest to chest. Mouth to mouth.

The only way we could be closer is if he were inside me. And knowing that is happening real soon just drives my need for him higher.

Jack circles his hips, rubbing his denim-covered erection against me. Creating a delicious friction through my pajama bottoms.

I can feel how wet I am. I’m soaking through my shorts, likely leaving a wet patch on Jack’s jeans, and I can’t even care to be embarrassed because it feels so damn good.

I tug Jack’s shirt up, needing to see him. He removes it in that sexy way he does.

How can the way he takes off his shirt turn me on?

No clue. But it does.

I glide my fingers over his abs, up to his nipples, running my fingers over one, testing his sensitivity there.

By the way his blue eyes flare, he seems to like it. A lot.

I dip my head and kiss his chest, licking my way over one nipple.

A growl rumbles beneath his skin. I feel the effect of it against my lips.

He grabs my head, bringing my mouth back to his, and plunders it with his tongue. Practically fucking my mouth.

Another erogenous zone found.

Win for Audrey.

Grabbing my legs, he pulls them from around his body. His hands make fast work of removing my pajama shorts.

“Jesus,” he growls when he sees that I’m not wearing panties, making me smile. “And I thought the sight of you in those panties earlier was hot. This is so much better.”

He brings my shorts to his face, pressing his nose into them, and inhales.

Sweet Christ on a cracker.

That is so freaking sexy.

Dropping the shorts to the floor, he unfastens his jeans. The lowering of the zip is erotically loud in the silence of my apartment.

He pushes them down, and his cock springs free from its confines.

It stands hard and proud against his stomach.

My mouth actually waters at the sight, knowing exactly how it tastes and feels when my lips are wrapped around his dick.

“Going commando too?” I bite my lower lip, watching him from beneath my lashes.

“Anything to aid quicker access to fucking you.”

His bold openness in regard to sex is like crack for me. I love it when he talks this way.

He kicks his jeans off, and then he is magnificently naked in front of me.

My hands curl around the edge of the counter. It is all I can do to keep me there and stop myself from launching at him like a sex-depraved nympho.