“Sorry, babe. ”
“It’s alright. I’ll be home soon, and I have a surprise for you,” he teased through the phone.
I smiled, tucking my feet underneath one of the pillows on the couch. “What kind of surprise?”
He laughed. “I got in touch with my buddy Jake. I saw that he had a concert coming up at Madison Square Garden. So I reached out to him for some tickets. ”
“Jake who?” I asked, never hearing about this friend in a band before.
“Jake Wethers,” he answered.
“From The Mighty Storm?” I choked out before bolting upright.
Jack laughed again. “Yeah, you’ve heard of the band?”
“Shut up, Jack. Everyone’s heard of the band. How the hell do you know Jake Wethers?”
“We have some mutual friends back in LA, and we met a few times over the years. We just hit it off and stayed in touch. You’ll love him. ”
“Holy shit, I already love him,” I said. “I can’t believe we’re going to a Mighty Storm concert! And I can’t believe you freaking know Jake!”
“So I did good?” he asked, his voice a mixture of sweet and cocky.
“Better than good. I can’t wait to see you. ”
“You just remember that you love me and not Jake Wethers, got it? I love Jake but I’ll kick his ass if I have to. ”
“It’s hard enough dating you. The last thing I need is to date a freaking rock star,” I moaned.
“Yeah, and Jake’s no picnic like I am,” he said, and the irony wasn’t lost on me.
“Oh, I’m sure. Because dating you has been a real walk in the park,” I joked, my insides still giddy with the knowledge that Jack and Jake were friends.
“I’m gonna go grab some food, Kitten. I love you. See you tomorrow. ”
“Love you too,” I said, before hanging up my phone and collapsing back onto the couch.
Jack walked through the front door with a wide grin on his face, and I practically knocked him over in my excitement. “God I missed you,” he breathed into my hair, tangling his fingers in it.
I kissed each of his dimples before pressing my mouth to his. “I missed you too,” I said,
before sweeping my tongue across his bottom lip. He tasted like warm cinnamon, and I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, nibbling gently.
Jack dropped his bag onto the floor with a loud thud and lifted me from the ground with one arm. He walked us into our bedroom and tossed me onto our new bed. “Get naked,” he demanded with an arched brow.
“You first,” I toyed, staring at him.
With a cocky grin, he shrugged and then pulled off his black T-shirt. I wanted to lick every inch of his tanned chest and abs. He unfastened his shorts and removed the rest of his clothes in one swift motion. I took in every delicious ounce of him, my eyes roaming from head to toe.
“Your turn,” he said, not moving from where he stood at the end of the bed.
I lifted off my white tank top before scooting out of my shorts and underwear. Then I unfastened my bra and dropped it to the side of the bed. Jack was on me, licking, nibbling, and kissing my body like a man starved for it.
“I need you,” he breathed against my skin before licking my neck.
I didn’t want the foreplay; he’d been gone for so long that I craved his touch. I pulled at his body, aching for him to enter. I didn’t want to wait a second longer without having him inside me. “Jack,” I breathed out, as he kissed my breasts and moaned against them. “Jack, get in. I want you. Now. ”
His mouth moved up to mine, his tongue moving in and out of my mouth passionately. He was feverish, and I was desperate. “Say it again. Tell me you want me. ”