Yours Tonight (Reign 1)

“You’re soaking. Just from sucking me off.”

“Yes,” I said again.

He licked madly at my clit, and thrust his tongue inside me. I threw my head back and screamed, because an instant orgasm took me over. I had no idea I was that close, but bringing Jack pleasure turned me on to the point of no return.

He licked at me until I was spent, then he stood. Keeping me in his grasp, he lifted me up, and I instantly wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried us toward the bedroom.

His cock was still semi-hard and prodded my entrance. I buried my face in his neck, and moaned at the feeling.

“I promise I’ll feed you,” he said. “But I just need a little more of you first. I may keep you captive for the whole weekend.”

I lifted my face to meet his eyes.

“Is it protocol to ask a woman to stay the whole weekend with you?” I teased, and nipped his chin.

He growled. “It is now. So long as you are the woman.”

He tossed me on the bed, grabbed a condom from the bedside table, and was sheathed and covering me in record time. Kissing me hard and fast, that semi turned insistent real quick, and he thrust deep inside me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, wanting to stay there a lot longer than a weekend.

Chapter Fourteen

I rinsed the dishes from breakfast off and put them in the dishwasher. After Jack and I spent the morning wrapped around each other in bed, and the afternoon exploring each other in the shower, we finally made it back to the kitchen to find our eggs cold.

Which was why he ordered pizza.

The sounds of the front door opening and the instant smell of cheese and sauce wafted through the house as Jack walked in holding a large box.

“That smells so good,” I said, putting the last dish in the washer and drying my hands.

“You didn’t need to do the dishes,” he said, setting the pizza on the table.

“I wanted to help,” I shrugged. Walking over, I sat where I had for breakfast, wondering if I could get through the second attempt at eating today without ripping his clothes off.

My stomach growled.

“Sounds like you need to eat,” he said.

“Yeah, I’ve been putting it off. There’s been a pressing matter I’ve been attending to that makes me forgo food.”

He raised his brow and set out napkins in front of us. “Oh?”

I sighed dramatically. “Yes, it’s true. But I can’t seem to think straight.”

I glanced at him, and my eyes wandered down his impressive chest, which was encased in a black tee that matched his hair and eyes, and down to the most amazing pair of jeans I’d ever seen on a man. Or maybe it was just Jack. When he moved and reached to take a slice of pizza and put it on the napkin in front of me, I caught sight of the silver clasp of his belt glinting, and just a hint of tan skin.

“I seem to have a one track mind lately,” I said.

He stared at me, did his own foray of my body, and said, “I understand that notion completely. It seems I’m struggling with the same.”

I smiled and glanced down at myself. Same tank and yoga pants. Though the shower helped, the scent of Jack’s spicy soap lingered on my skin, making me want to groan with desire. I’d ditched the panties, and realized I needed to ask him about what he’d said.

“You said earlier about me staying the weekend?”

He sat down and took a bite of pizza. “Yes.”

“Is that…something you meant?”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean.” He frowned and looked at me. “Unless you’d like to leave?”