The Reluctant Romantics Box Set (The Fall, The Mind, The Heart)

“Yes,” he replied with a sudden move, pushing me on my back and pinning my wrists next to me. My chest heaved as I looked up at him in question.

“I can’t stay away from you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop wanting to touch you. I can’t stop wondering if you’re thinking about me. I can’t stop needing to be around you. I can’t stop wanting to be inside you, tasting you, touching you, feeling you. I can’t stop waking up without you being the first thing on my mind, and I haven’t even had you in one of the thousands of ways I want to.”

Completely blown away by his confession, I began rambling. “I think if we try really hard we can get at least a few hundred out of the way, in let’s say… oh, a month—”

Cut off by his kiss, all thoughts vanished as I was drawn into him one delicious tongue sweep at a time. Gone, spiraling, and completely invested, I wrapped myself inside of him as he tasted me. He wouldn’t refuse me again, of this I was sure, but I still found myself asking. “Jack, touch me,” I pleaded. “You feel so good and it’s been so long.”

“I never had a choice,” he whispered as he slipped his aggressive tongue into my mouth again, forcing me to open and accept him. We were fluid and in perfect sync. He moved then I moved in complement. His hands roamed my body as he filled me deep with his kiss. Breathless and suddenly aware my shirt was off, he took my breast in his ready mouth and sucked hard, drawing a gasp from me. I bucked and reacted to his gentle touch and urgent kiss. It was heaven, and I knew at that moment there was no stopping either of us from making the connection we both so desperately wanted. My jeans now unbuttoned, his hand found its way beneath my panties.

“How could I not touch you?” he asked as his fingers found me ready. I writhed beneath him, needing him there… everywhere. His eyes closed on an exhale. When he opened them, all I saw was fire and need. I was already ashes in his hands… conquered, a casualty of his touch before he’d even decided to take me. Every breath I took, every movement I made was only to spur him on. I wanted nothing else but to be branded by him.

With the flick of his wrist, sensation filled me as his thumb circled me and brought me to the brink. I was a slave to his stare, his hand, and anything else he brought into the mix. I was raw desire, and he was my salvation.

“Jack,” I whispered as his lips slowly captured mine, wicked in his teasing.

“I need you more than wet,” he whispered as he brought me to orgasm. I let out a harsh moan that he captured with his mouth. His fingers toyed with me as I held on to his wrist as he drew every ounce of pleasure out of me. Lying beside me, he watched me fall apart at his beckoning. He took his time with me, never letting me go more than a second without his touch, yet leaving me needy at the same time. At his mercy, I willingly gave him whatever he took.

“So beautiful, so perfect. I want these,” he whispered as he sucked on my lips, “wrapped around me.”

I moved to do just that as he pushed his fingers back inside of me and forced my whole body to obey.

Rolling over, he moved on top of me, his eyes locked with mine, and pulled my jeans from me. He appraised me in my underwear as his eyes roamed every inch. The slow smile I’d come to love made an appearance as he pulled down my panties. I sat up with his fingers still inside me, no longer a willing victim of his agonizing pace. He knelled before me, raw, primitive, and slightly curious as I undid the button of his jeans and pulled down his zipper. Against my better judgment, I looked up to him for permission. He simply watched me, his hand between my thighs again, his fingers moving in a pattern of the same sweet torture. I pulled out his erection and froze.

His beautiful dick was massive.

I stroked him with a mix of what I was sure was awe and a little bit of fear. I brushed the tip of him with my finger, brought the drop of salty fluid to my lips, and licked them clean. His body stiffened in reaction as he brushed the inside of me with his fingers and I seized again in ecstasy as another orgasm hit.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“Jack,” I gasped willingly. His eyes hooded with satisfaction.

I gripped his heavy thickness in my hand as the jolt coursed through me and I called out to him again.

I looked up just as he took my hand away from his hard, thick, length and brought it to his lips and kissed it with slow fervor then placed it behind my head as he lay me back down gently. He sat back on his boot heels, his thickness making my mouth water as he reached behind him with one hand and pulled off his shirt. In the sun, Jack looked like a golden god. Every indent of his chest and torso outlined to perfection and washed in rays of gold. My heart hammered in my chest as he continued to undress until he was bared before me.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, unable to contain the truth any longer. He was too far away, and I ached to touch him as he watched me, remaining silent yet saying so much. The air between us was electric and raw. I knew my heart’s pace matched his, just as it had moments ago.

“If you could only see what I see,” he murmured as he placed himself between my thighs, still on his knees, and planted his hands on either side of me as his mouth began to trail kisses up the inside of my leg.

His hot mouth trailed up and I gripped his golden threads as he stopped at my center. He looked up at me just as his kiss descended where I wanted it. Jack licked, sucked, and pulled while his blue eyes burned through me.

“I crave this,” he said as he caressed me smoothly over and over, flattening his tongue as my toes curled. “I need this.”

“Oh…oh God,” I pushed out as I burst in his mouth and he worked his fingers and tongue at a faster pace.

Not letting up, he darted in and out of me until I was nothing but a puddle. I gripped his head and pulled him to me, admiring the flex of his chest and the trim lines of his stomach. He fit perfectly between my legs as he leaned in and kissed me, tasting me, his thick head nudging my entrance.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, tracing my lips with his. “I want you so fucking much, Rose, but I want you sure.”

I reached between us and positioned him at my entrance, no longer willing to wait another second. He braced himself on his forearms and brushed the hair away from my face as he leaned in one last time, eyes closed, and took my lips. When he pulled away, our eyes met. My whole body lurched as he pushed inside of me. Fast gasps left me as I looked up at him with bulging eyes, my hands on his chest.

The second he began to pull away, I stopped him.

“No! Please don’t.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he muffled into my chest.

“Jack, I want this,” I said as I stilled completely, waiting on him while my insides quaked.