“Fuck, look at you. You kill me.” He held still, not moving.
“Jack, please,” I begged mindlessly.
My plea was swallowed in his deep, passionate kiss, and I reached up with my free hand to curl my fingers in his hair, kissing him back like I needed his kiss to breathe. His thumb continued to circle my clit, and I gasped into his mouth. Jack took over the kiss while I sighed and panted and murmured his name, my hips pushing into his touch.
My thighs trembled.
My stomach tightened.
I was close.
So close.
Jack’s thumb slicked over me and took me right over the edge.
As my body succumbed to the powerful orgasm, Jack took my free hand and pinned it again. I cried out as he slammed inside me, my inner muscles clamping around him as he thrust deep.
“Emery.” His eyes flashed with something I couldn’t even contemplate in that moment.
He pumped harder, his fingers lacing with mine and holding me down so I was completely at his mercy. To my amazement, the pressure grew inside me again.
I moved my hips against his thrusts, and this seemed to lead to his complete loss of control.
He released my hands and got onto his knees, gripping my thighs, opening them wider. And then he pounded into me. I could feel him kissing my womb.
“Take me, Em.” His words were guttural, rough, husky, sexy. “I’m yours. All of me is yours.”
My heart lurched at his words while my body built toward a new release. Watching Jack pump his hips against me was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. When his hips stuttered, the muscles in his neck corded and his teeth gritted. I came seconds before he did.
“Em, sunrise, darlin’ girl.” His chest heaved and he released his bruising grip on my thighs to collapse over me. His body melted against mine as he tucked his face into the crook of my neck. He ground his lower body into me like he didn’t want his climax to end.
Our chests moved against each other’s as we tried to catch our breath, and Jack’s warm hand coasted down my left side and then curled around the back of my thigh. He gently pulled on it and then the other until I wrapped my legs around his back.
Sated, replete, moved, and ove
rwhelmed, I closed my eyes, breathing him in, feeling him breathe against me.
The utter satisfaction, peace, and contentment lulled me to sleep.
22
Jack
As Jack got dressed, his eyes never left Emery’s sleeping form.
The sheets tangled around her, revealing one long, gorgeous leg and the rise of her breasts. She barely made a sound as she slept, a hand resting near her cheek, her glorious hair spilling across the pillow.
He loved her so much, it was almost painful to look at her like this. Jack wanted to crawl back into bed and make love to her until neither of them could move.
However, guilt rode him to hell as he buttoned up his shirt with quick efficiency.
Last night he had been a selfish bastard. Desperate to have her, to feel her beneath him, to know she was safe and he could be with her through the night, he’d taken advantage of Em.
She’d made it clear until yesterday that she did not want a relationship with him.
A woman didn’t change her mind that quickly.
Jack expected to spend weeks, if not months, convincing Em to give him another shot.