If I thought I’d lost my mind a minute ago, I was wrong.
Now, I’ve lost my mind.
All I know is Jack.
His scent, his face, his mouth, his hands.
His touch.
His need for me.
“Fuck,” he growls, lifting his head to look at me.
His eyes meet mine and I’m done.
He is too.
We’re suddenly a tangled mess of hands and lips everywhere, and then we’re both naked, and I’m not sure I’m going to survive this.
I wrap my legs around him as he takes hold of my hips.
His eyes claim mine and then he’s inside me.
Holy fuck.
No, I will not survive this man.
He bends his face to mine and kisses me while he fucks me.
My hands are all over him.
They’re overwhelmed with all the choices.
I want to touch him everywhere.
At once.
We’ve had too many days of not touching.
Too many hours, minutes, seconds of being apart.
I’m as overwhelmed as my hands.
I can’t decide anything right now.
Not how to kiss him back.
Not how to fuck him back.
Not fucking anything.
So, I don’t.
I surrender to Jack completely.
I let my heart finally have what she wants.
Jack fucks me like he can’t have me fast enough.
Like he’s a starved man.
I feel the same urgency.
I need him faster too.
I need more and I need it fucking now.
“Jack,” I cry out, digging my fingers into his back as my orgasm teases me.
Jack moves faster.
Grips me harder.
Growls as he drives his cock deeper.
I come way before I want to, but that’s what six fucking years without this man does to me.
He comes just after me.
It’s the fastest sex we’ve ever had.
It’s also the best sex I’ve had since him.
My body is alive in a way it hasn’t been for far too long.
I’m fucking floating, coming out of my skin, desperate for more.
That orgasm was nowhere near enough.
Jack’s eyes meet mine. Heat and love stare back at me, and I feel all of it right alongside him. “We’re doing this again, sweetheart, and if you even try to argue with me, I will fuck that out of you faster than you can open that pretty little mouth of yours to tell me no.”
I thread my fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck, trying to catch my breath. “I’m still mad at you.”
Lines flare in the skin around his eyes as he gives me one of his sexy grins. “I expect I’ll give you reasons to be mad at me for the rest of our lives.”
“No one said anything about the rest of our lives. Don’t go getting ahead of yourself.”
“I am always getting ahead of myself, baby. You know this.”
“Are you going to talk all night?”
“Fuck,” he growls, dipping his face to mine and kissing me roughly. “I fucking love it when you boss me.”
“Good, because I’m about to boss you into making good on your promise to do this again.”
“Sweetheart, if there’s one thing you never have to boss me on, it’s that.” He straightens. “Now, tell me, where in this house do you want me to fuck you next?”
I sit up. “Your bed.” My heart squeezes as I add softly, “It’s been too long since I’ve been in your bed with you.”
And there go my balls, but if anyone can soften me, it’s Jack.
He’s always had that ability.
I may have spent six years doing everything I could to stop him, but he finally figured out how to take that power back. And holy hell if he hasn’t ripped it from me completely.
26
Jack
I trail my finger over Jessica’s cheek as I commit the lines of her face to memory. This is something I did years ago, but her face is different now. Only slightly, but enough for me to have to update my memory.
She’s in my bed.
It’s the best thing about this day so far. Hell, it was one of the best things about yesterday too. And it’ll be one of the best things about my life going forward.
I don’t intend on spending any more nights without her in it.
She stirs, rolling to face me. One of her eyes cracks open. “What time is it?” Fuck, I love her voice first thing in the morning. It’s raspy and sexy as hell.
I pull her close. “It’s almost time for our run.”
“If you think I can run after you used and abused my body last night, you are dreaming.”
“Baby, I know you can run after I did all those things to you. You’re not getting out of your run today.”
Her other eye opens. “I see you’ve already put your bossy pants on.”
I roll her onto her back and move on top of her, dropping a kiss between her breasts. I’m about to kiss my way down her body when she stops me.
“I do not have the energy to both fuck you and run this morning, so you need to decide which one it’ll be. My vote is for sex, although I’m not sure I even have a vagina left after you had your way with it.”
I ignore her and continue on my way to her pussy, kissing every inch of skin I find.
“Jack,” she says. “I’m not joking. It’s one or the other.”
I settle myself between her legs and look up at her. “Sweetheart, we’re running. But before that, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue. No energy required on your behalf.”
She gives me her fingers. In my hair. Exactly where I fucking love them. “Just so you know, I’m still mad at you.”
I tongue her clit. “I don’t doubt it.”
“You should stop talking now.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I give Jessica what she wants.
And fuck if it isn’t the best damn start to a morning.
We only run for an hour today. Jessica is as worn out as she said.
“You did fuck me four times last night,” she says when we get back to the house. “You should never expect me to be able to get a full run in after you get your dick out that often.”
I chuckle and brush my lips over hers as she begins her stretches. “I’ve missed this filthy mouth of yours.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’ve gotten sappy in your old age. Honestly, I’ve never had a man tell me he’s missed so many things about me before.”
My gut tightens with all the possession I feel over this woman. “I’d appreciate a little less talking about the other men in your life, sweetheart. And as far as me getting sappy, I’ll own that when it comes to you. I’m not afraid to tell you or the world how fucking much I love you.”
Her phone sounds with a text and she checks it before holding her phone up to take a photo of me. “Mira needs proof of life.”
I grin. “She was concerned for me?”
Jessica looks at me. “Yes. She did okay your murder last night, but I don’t think she really wanted you to die. Mira has always liked you a little too much.”
“I’ll keep this in mind. Who knows when I’ll need an ally in the future.”