The Perfect Game (The Perfect Game 1)

I braced myself for his reaction, unsure of what it would consist of. In the past, it royally pissed guys off if I’d asked them to stop. They acted as if it was their God-given right to have sex with me, whether I was ready or not. Guys seemed to change into different people whenever their dicks were involved.

All warmth left me as Jack rolled onto his side, his body still facing mine. “It’s okay, Kitten. I don’t want to do it if you’re not ready. ” He leaned toward me, his lips pressing against the tip of my nose.

“Thanks. ” I smiled, grateful he didn’t seem angry.

“But you’ll be ready soon, right?” He couldn’t keep a straight face as the words left his lips. “I’m kidding. No pressure. ” He smiled, his voice reassuring and calm.

I smiled in relief at his understanding as he reached for me. He hugged me tightly before placing my head against his chest, both arms wrapped around me. “Would it help if you knew I was falling in love with you?”

I tore myself from his grip, my eyes locking on his. “Don’t fuck with me, Jack Carter. ”

He stifled a laugh as he reached for me. “I’m not. ”

I leaned down to kiss him, my emotions tangling up inside me. “Say it,” I begged as my tongue swept across his bottom lip.

“So much for no pressure,” Jack teased, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Say it,” I begged again.

“I,” he hesitated before looking me square in the eyes, his head nodding, “I love you. ” He pulled at the back of my neck, his mouth devouring every part of mine.

“Jack. ” I breathed his name as I melted into him, my legs wrapped around his waist. And just like that, those three little words had changed me. Desire overwhelmed me as I longed to be connected to him in every possible way. I wished for the space between us to disappear as I inched my body closer to his. “I want you. ”

He pulled back slightly. “We don’t have to do this, that’s not why I said it,” he said, running his fingers down my back.

“I know it’s not, but I want to. ” I was actually surprised at myself, my pelvis grinding slowly against his as my desire grew.

“You sure?” He searched my eyes as he asked one last time.

“You trying to talk me out of it?” I teased and rolled away from him.

His eyes widened as he watched me scoot out of my boxer shorts, revealing the light blue thong hidden underneath. He tossed my shorts onto the floor before leaning over and tenderly kissing the top of my foot. He knelt down and worked his hands and mouth up my calf to my thigh, not an inch of skin left untouched. I practically vibrated with excitement and need, but allowed him to continue to explore.

He shifted upward and continued his way up my belly, lifting my tank top off in one swift motion before lightly kissing the space between my breasts. Lowering his body completely onto mine, he pressed his lips against my neck before heading back to my mouth, where I waited anxiously for him.

My hands dug into his back, his muscles hard and tense. I tugged at the waistband of his boxer briefs, trying in vain to lower them. He slipped them off and I felt his excitement grow as his body pressed against mine. “Do you have anything?” he asked before taking the final step.

“You don’t?” I asked incredulously.

“I meant to bring one,” he explained slowly, his breath hot against my ear. “Just in case, you know?”

I shifted my weight, turning to look at him, “Mm-hmm. Just in case, huh?”

“Well, you can’t blame a guy for hoping. ” His eyebrows arched. “But I forgot it at home. ”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he responded solemnly.

“Well,” I hesitated, “I got on the pill when we started dating. ”

“You did?”

“Mm-hmm. ” I smiled sheepishly, embarrassed at the revelation as he pressed his wet lips against mine.

He pulled away slowly. “I’ve never…” He started to say before stopping short.

“Never what?” My breaths quickened, his hesitance making my confidence waver.