Page 64 of Surrender

Some unnamed emotion bubbles inside me.

“Can I kiss you?”

At my jerky nod, our lips meet in the middle, and he groans down my throat. I open my lips and slide my hands to his shoulders to tug him closer. The tingle between my legs transforms into a full throb as he licks his way into my mouth. His hand skates along my ribs, heading north toward my breasts.

“Is this okay?” he breathes against my mouth.

“Yes.” I let him roll me to my back in the bed. His fingers find my nipple, and he pinches the sensitive tip. I scissor my legs toalleviatethe ache.

“Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”

“I need you to touch me.”

Hismouth leaves mine to trail kisses along my jaw. He settles in the space beneath my ear. “Be more specific,” hehusks. “Touch you... here?” His thumb swipes over mysensitive nipple. “Or maybe... here?” He walks hisfingers down my stomach, heading south to dip beneath the bandof my jeans. “These can’t be very comfortable.”

I drop my hands to the button and zipper. “Take them off.”

“You say such pretty things with that sweet mouth.” He drags his teeth along the column of my throat. “But I bet I could make you say filthy things too.”

“I’ll say whatever you want if you just touch me.”

His thigh slips between my legs to press tight against my core. “Like this?”

A fire of need detonates as his thigh presses the seam of my jeans directly over my clit. “Ah!”

“Been dreaming of you in my bed, baby. I need to make you come in my sheets.”

“Please,” I beg, my center grinding against his thigh.

“Ride my thigh. I can feel how hot you are. Press that pretty pussy against me until you’re close.”

His hands settle firmly on my waist, pinning me down except for my hips as I grind against him. I’m soaked and pulsing, clenching around nothing as tremors sweep through my limbs.

A whine tears from my throat. “I-I’m close.”

He sits back on his heels and drags his cotton tee over his head. His body isbeautiful. Cut muscles stand out beneath smooth skin. The swirls of his black tattoos curl over his shoulder and onto his chest.

My mouth dries as my pussy throbs, and the orgasm slips like sand through my fingers.

“Why’d you stop?”

Jack brushes a single finger over my clothed clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Because I have you wet and ready for me. The only place you’re going to come is on my cock.”

Understanding dawns, and I’m a frenzy of limbs as I yank my shirt over my head and toss it with my bra over the side of the bed. Jack watches me with sizzling amusement as I lift my hips and tug my jeans beneath my ass.

“A little help here?”

He tackles me flat on my back, his mouth landing on my breast, circling my nipple with his tongue. As shocks of pleasure spark within me, he grips the denim caught on my legs and peels them to my knees so I can kick them off.

“Thank you,” I gasp, reaching for his sweatpants to do the same. Sensing my intention, he grabs the other side and helps me shove them off. His cock bobs hard and eager from his pants and presses against my thigh. I wrap my palm around him and tug.

His groan is guttural. The vibration of it sinks into my chest. He hauls himself over me to take my lips again as his fingertips slide between my legs.

“You’re so wet for me.” He circles my clit, causing me to whine. “You’re doing so good for me. So patient. I’m going to make you feel so good, okay? Hang on a minute longer.”

I clench around the emptiness. “Jack, please, it hurts,” I whimper, needy and desperate for him.

He reaches for the nightstand and grabs a condom. “Spread your legs for me, Whitney. Let me see how ready you are.”

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