Page 85 of Bound in Ashes

My nipples pulled tight and my hips rocked of their own volition.

He circled my clit. Once. Twice.

Then pulled away.

“Jack!” My protest came out strangled.

“Tell me what you were thinking about Christopher.”

What?

“Tell me,” he repeated, his fingers resting maddeningly close but not touching. “When he brought up Kathleen’s funeral. What did you feel?”

“I felt…sad. And guilty that I wasn’t there.”

“And when he offered to ‘be there for you’?”

“Nothing. I felt nothing for him.”

“But you felt something for me.” Not a question. “When I grabbed your wrist in front of him. What did you feel then?”

I closed my eyes.

“Look at me. And answer.”

I forced my eyes open. Met his gaze.

“I felt…like yours.”

“And did you like it?”

God help me.

“Yes.”

His fingers slid inside me. Two of them. Deep.

The relief was instant. Overwhelming.

“Yes, what?” he demanded, his thumb finding my clit.

“Yes, I liked it. I liked you claiming me in front of him.”

“Why?”

His fingers curled, finding that spot that made my chest clench.

I murmured.

Jack stopped moving.

Cruel.

He was so fucking cruel.

“Because it’s true,” I whispered.

He still didn’t move. “What’s true?”