The Truest Thing (Hart's Boardwalk 4)

“You sensitive?” he asked.

She made a throaty sound that Jack took for an affirmative.

Jack cupped her sweet tits in his hands, and she reacted instantly, moaning and arching into his touch. Jack fought a growl of arousal, watching her face flush. She was ready to go off like a firecracker. Her hips undulated as he played with her breasts, sculpting and kneading them, stroking and pinching her nipples. She thrust forcefully into his touch, whimpering her need for him as her fingers bit around his biceps.

“Mouth, Jack. Mouth,” she commanded harshly.

Wanting her wound so tight, she’d explode, Jack gave her his mouth but not where she wanted it. Instead, he kissed her. Em melted into his kiss, sliding her hands up his arms, over his shoulders and around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss. Her mouth opened, inviting him inside.

He slid his tongue against hers, licked at it, sucked on it, all the while pinching her nipples between his fingers and thumb.

“Jack.” She broke the kiss. “Please.”

Deciding he’d tormented her enough, he bent his head to her chest and lifted one soft globe to his mouth. Her sigh of absolute pleasure sang through him as he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked. He moved between her breasts, licking and laving and sucking deep.

She tensed. And then her moan of release rang out into the room as she shuddered against him.

Jack lifted his head, disbelief passing through him as he watched the aftermath of Emery’s orgasm. His hand slipped between her legs, sliding through her soaked heat.

“You just came?”

Her eyelashes fluttered as her eyes slowly opened. She still swayed against him.

“You came with just my mouth on your tits.” His fingers bit into her ribs.

“Yes,” she panted. Her hands moved down his chest, her fingers catching on his nipples. She kissed him there, her touch trailing possessively down his abs. “It’s not enough,” she whispered in frustration. “Jack, it’s not enough.”

Holy fuck.

This was the best night of his life.

Jack slipped his fingers into her wet again, his thumb finding her clit, and her fingers dug into his waist. “This what you need, Em?”

Her head fell back so she could look up at him through desire-fogged eyes. “Yes.” She pressed her hips into his touch as tears of need pricked her eyes. “Jack, please.”

Tenderness added a tinge of desperation to his desire. “I’m going to take care of you. I’m here.” Always.

He nipped at her lips. Playful kisses. Sweet kisses. He rubbed his thumb over her swollen clit. Taking one thigh in hand to open her wider, Jack slipped two fingers inside her tight channel.

“Oh God.” Her head fell back. She clutched at his waist and undulated against his touch.

“Open your eyes, Em. I want to watch it build.”

She gave him those spectacular eyes, hooded with lust, and he didn’t break his gaze as she climbed toward climax.

“How long have you needed this, sunrise?” he asked roughly.

“A while.”

“You’ve been fantasizing about it?”

She nodded on a gasp.

“You’ve been sitting next to me in my truck, wet and needful, and I didn’t know?”

“Yes!”

Jack felt like he might blow without her even touching him.