I groaned loudly, annoyed with gravity and thought about how to reposition us so I could explore him more with my mouth. My destination was lower.
“You sound frustrated, b
aby?” he said in a gravelly tone.
“I am,” I whispered against his chest, moving to his other pec and delivering little kisses. “I want to keep doing down, but I can’t. There’s not enough space.”
For a second, I thought he groaned at my response. Like the idea of me continuing my trip south sounded as good to him as it did to me. I had no idea what I’d do once I got there, but I’d figure it out.
Cupping my ass, he yanked me back against him, forcing me to give up the sweet taste of his skin and bringing me face to face with him. I could feel him throbbing between my legs once more, or maybe it was me who was throbbing?
He kissed me. One long, hard, consuming force of his mouth that took the breath from my lungs. Suddenly, I was weightless, then bouncing on leather.
I opened my eyes to find myself in my original seat, beside Jack, and him buttoning up his shirt.
I was instantly cold, and I wanted to climb back in his lap and kiss him more. But the car stopped, and Jack’s house was right outside.
My time was up.
Fastening the last button on his shirt, he ran his hand through his hair, and looked every bit the controlled, kempt man he always appeared.
“I can honestly tell you that was the best car ride I’ve had yet.” His dark eyes glowed as he looked at me. My door opened, the driver waiting for me to exit. “Are you ready to go upstairs now?”
I glanced out at the beautiful house and brightly lit porch. He was waiting for me to say no. But I was a few yards away from being in Jack’s domain. While I didn’t know what exactly to expect, there was no way I was turning back now.
“Yes,” I said, looking him straight in the eye. “I’m ready.”
Chapter Thirteen
I looked at myself in the mirror of the master bathroom and took a deep breath. Jack had given me specific instructions. Which was why I was naked, except for my stockings, and he was waiting in the bedroom.
This was my chance to prove to Jack I could give him what he gave me.
Control.
The more I was with him, the more I realized that there was a give with his take. I just didn’t know how much he’d take. But I trusted him. Closing my eyes for a moment, I rested my palms against my thighs. The soft lace that lined them was like a brand. A statement that said I was ready and wouldn’t challenge him. Not tonight. No matter what I wanted, how heated or needy or nervous he made me, tonight I was his. Truly and completely.
He’d told me, warned me from the beginning that his needs were different. Intense. I got a taste of that the other night. But I had a feeling tonight would go even beyond that. Beyond what I could imagine.
I could always say no. Not that I wanted to, or foresaw a problem. Jack wouldn’t go too far, of that I was certain.
I opened the door and walked into the bedroom.
The lighting was low, like a soft glow of candles, yet none were present. The room looked true to its old architecture, yet the bed and walls gave a sinful, yet vibrant, vibe. Like I was stepping into a naughty dream.
Jack stood near the bed, completely dressed. Shadows played over his face, and I swallowed hard at the sight of this powerful man and his dark gaze on me.
“Look at you,” he said. “Flushed skin.” He cocked his head to the side, examining me. “Those pretty thighs trembling. Are you scared?”
I shook my head. “No.” I was just nervous. Which was no surprise.
“You have an innocence,” he said, walking toward me. “White lace and silk suits you.” He plucked my nipple and I gasped as goose bumps broke over my skin, “But you’re more than that.” He circled me, his chest brushing my back as he leaned in to whisper in my ear, “Aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
He trailed his fingers down my spine, and I tried to stay still. Tried to not arch into his every touch.
“Yes, you’re more than this,” he reached around and ran his palm along my silk-clad thigh. “More than the naïve girl trussed up in white. But how much more?”