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

He tucked in his lip, his face hard with disdain. “Yeah, well, I don’t think that way.”

“You are totally sexual,” I protested as I took a step away from the door and picked up the bottle to pour our bourbon.

“Only with the women I want to be sexual with,” he said harshly.

“Why are you so defensive?” I asked as he took a mind-numbing drink out of his glass.

“Because you put me here,” he said, aggravated.

“This was a bad idea,” I said as I went for my purse and gripped my keys.

“Take off your clothes.”

“What?”

“Take off your clothes and we’ll see just how bad of an idea it was.”

His eyes never left mine as he took another sip of his bourbon and then crunched a cube in his mouth. I wanted to taste that cold mix on his tongue. We both knew why I was there, and suddenly it cheapened everything about our time in the meadow, our time together period. Guilty, I looked to him and apologized.

“I’m sorry. Shit, Jack, I’m so sorry.” I flinched as he made a sudden move to set down his drink and pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the floor between us.

“Rose, look at me. Tell me what you want.”

I stared into his eyes, and they began to darken with desire as he watched me.

“I want to feel like I did on the blanket with you.” I pushed out a breath. “I want you.”

“I’m right here.”

I took a tentative step forward and then another until I stood in front of him. He sat motionless as I pushed my fingers through his hair and tilted his head up toward me. His eyes hooded as I leaned in and whispered a kiss on his lips. “I want you, Jack.”

His hand slid up my bare thigh as I pulled him in for a deep kiss. That same flicker turned into a flame as our slow, hungry tongues met. My moaned echoed in his throat as he found me wet and ready beneath my shorts and panties. Jack pushed me to stand fully as he explored my entrance, his eyes never leaving mine. My lips parted as his eyes closed briefly. Breaths coming out fast, Jack’s skilled touch tore my inhibitions to shreds as I began to shake with want.

“Jack!”

Sensing the crack in me, Jack kissed me, his arms wrapped around my back. I leaned into him with relief, no longer able to stand on my own. As if a flip switched, Jack turned us quickly, and I fell back on the mattress as his lips followed and crashed into mine. Hungry and willing, I reached into his jeans and stroked the velvet tip of him. He tore his mouth from mine as I moved my thumb over the soft skin and let him see the need in me. He twitched in my hand as I licked my lips.

Still fully clothed, I twisted beneath him as I freed his cock and looked up at him in a plea, stroking him more firmly.

A picture of restraint, Jack hovered above me as if he was fighting himself before he looked down at me again. As I had before, I saw the shift as he made up his mind. My eyes grew wide as he tore my shorts and panties away, lifted my leg, and buried his length inside me without hesitation.

A scream left my throat, and he clamped his mouth over mine, capturing it as he ravaged me. I bucked and moved with him in sync as our bodies made perfect conversation.

Jack leaned in and whispered, “Is this how you wanted to feel?”

He didn’t let me answer as he shoved two fingers in my mouth and pulled me to the edge of the bed. Still inside me, he began to pump slower as my eyes slid from where we connected to his parted lips. He rolled his hips as I tore at the shirt on my chest, desperate to get it off. Jack stilled my hands and lifted the cups of my bra, freeing my chest. His hands covered each of my peaked breasts tenderly, and he began to pump harder. Breathless, gone, sex on fire, I threw my head back as my whole body began to tremble with my impending release.

“That’s right, baby, let go.” I looked up at Jack and my mouth parted as I watched how much my reaction affected him. I wanted more of that look. As of that moment, it was mine. It belonged to me.

“What took you so long?” he scorned as he picked up his pace and I managed to get my shirt off while he thrust into me, a man possessed, a man who craved the connection as much as I did. He’d been waiting on me. He was justified in doing so, and yet I felt a flare of anger burn through my chest. He’d been testing his own waters.

“And you thought this wasn’t enough for me.” He pulled out abruptly and turned me onto my stomach, not hesitating a second before I felt full of him again. A hard slap on the ass accompanied his swift return. I gasped as another orgasm struck, this time harder, and I screamed into the mattress.

My body still trembling, Jack continued to take me, hungry and insati

able as I gripped the sheets and begged for more. He gave me exactly what I’d asked for.

“More?” he said. I couldn’t answer as I felt every inch of his heavy cock both pleasure and punish me. He wrapped his fist in my hair and pulled hard, and I gasped in surprise as his touch turned carnal.