Page 41 of Surrender

“You feel so good beneath me, baby.”

I drift my fingers lazily along his naked back and nuzzle my face against his pecs.

His mouth drops to the swell of my breasts as his thumb traces my hard nipple over the fabric of my tank.

“Jack,” I pant, curling inward as a bolt of arousal spikes through me. My hips roll, seeking friction, but he’s still only half on top of me.

“Feel good?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want more? Or should I stay right here, teasing you just like this?” Sure fingers dip into the cup of my bra, and the back of his index finger strokes over my nipple, skin to skin.

“More please.”

He groans and sinks his teeth into my breast. “You sound so pretty when you say please.”

I open my eyes to see him watching my face as if trying to solve a complicated puzzle. My tank top follows the same path as my sweatshirt a moment later and winds up on the floor.

“I like this.” His finger slips beneath my bra strap, gliding up and down and teasing the elastic down my arm. Bending forward, he drops a sensual kiss on my shoulder.

A flush paints my chest and neck a deep pink, and my insides burn with need. “I-I… Jack, I need...”

The fire casts shadows along the planes and angles of his face. His eyes burn into mine. Still holding my gaze, he dips his head and laves his tongue over my nipple through the lace.

My hands fly to the back of his head. One holds him there while the other grips the long strands on top, unsure if I need to pull him away. I can’t breathe with his ministrations. The attention he supplies to one breast, only to switch to the other the moment he stokes my arousal to a boiling point.

I’ve never been this turned on in my life.

Between my thighs, I’m dripping. A flicker of shame burns bright before I tamp it out. It simply can’t be helped, what with how long it’s been since I’ve been touched by someone other than myself.

With a deft flick behind my back, the bra loosens and slides free. Jack pays extra attention to my bared breasts.

Supporting himself on his elbows, he circles both my nipples at the same time with the pads of his thumbs. My breath hitches loudly, and he grins.

“So sensitive.” He lazily laves the right one with his tongue. The tip glistens as he lifts his head.

My hips jerk skyward, my arousal reaching nuclear levels if I don’t get some freaking friction going on down there.

Jack’s palm slams into my hip, pinning me to the ground. He chuckles darkly. “Hold still, Whitney.”

“Please, Jack,” I whimper, arching and closing my eyes.

The tip of his nose circles my tight peak before he bites down.

“Ah!” I cry out, feeling a delicious clench below.

I didn’t know it could be like this. The buildup. The foreplay. Jack teases my body like a prelude to the main event, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me.

“I’m going to take care of you,” he murmurs against my bare skin.

His lips trace a sultry path down my sternum.

Finally.We’re getting somewhere.

Just as the tip of his tongue circles my belly button, I stiffen. Jack immediately sits back on his heels and sweeps his gaze over me.

“What’s wrong?”

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