Page 42 of Fated Shot

By the time I’m lathering my hair with shampoo, I’m already feeling a million times better. Call it the perks of a positive mindset, or the gorgeous man waiting for me in my living room. I finish up pretty quickly, brushing my teeth for good measure as I throw my hair up into a twisted bun and wrap myself in my towel.

“Ooop,” slips from my lips the moment I step out and look up, spotting Jack in the open doorway to my room. He’s leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed as he takes me in. I instantly wrap my arms to cover my chest, my boobs completely pushed up and squashed where my towel is held together.

A cool chuckle fills the room, intrigue and amusement growing in his smile as his eyes sweep over my body.

“You know I’ve already seen you naked, right?”

I don’t respond. If I meet his eyes, I’m pretty sure I’ll burst into flames. My silence doesn’t stop him, though, as he pushes off the frame, approaching me. “The image is permanently ingrained in my brain.”

“That doesn’t count, last time you were too,” I say mostly to myself as I stay locked on the floor ahead of me.

“Mmm,” he says with a deep laugh, “that’s a valid point.”

Looking up as he approaches, still clinging to my towel, I watch him reach an arm behind his head, pulling off his shirt in one swift motion, exposing his sculpted chest and washboard abs. He looks like he was carved by the gods, it almost feels wrong being this close to that level of perfection.

His eyes burn with intensity now as he continues forward, stopping two inches away, quirking his head to me. “Better?”

All I can do is nod, biting my lip to keep myself in check as my body pulses with desire.

“Good,” he says, his tattooed arm grazing over mine as he reaches forward, sending a tickle across my skin. “I think we should lose the towel,” he breathes at the base of my ear.

Closing my eyes, I arch into the sound of his voice. At his words, my body tingles with exhilaration, starting the throbbing between my legs. Words alone should not wield this level of control over me, but I’m a mess when it comes to Jack Brody. He excruciatingly slowly drags a breath down my neck, activating every goose bump in my body, igniting a spark inside me.

Unable to resist, I grab his stubbled jaw, pulling him into me. The moment our lips connect, I lose every last ounce of self-control. My mind swirls as he sucks my bottom lip. I pull his face closer as my hands tangle in his curled hair and let him in. He’s taking his time, teasing his tongue around mine, fully controlled as I grow more desperate in his arms.

Jack pulls away, steady breaths, but a burning desire in his gaze. I hold in the desperate whimper that threatens the moment we part. I can feel him using every ounce of restraint, not giving in fully until I initiate.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he says with a sigh, shaking his head in disbelief as he slowly brushes his thumb over my lip before kissing me once more.

I want him to pounce on me, take me, but I stay frozen, waiting doe-eyed for his next move. The uncertainty is creeping into my system, fear of saying or doing the wrong thing. I try to will it away and pray that he takes the lead here.

Sensing my hesitancy, he chuckles softly, easing back. “I’ll let you change.”

Shoot. “N-no,” I whisper.

His attention returns to me immediately, confused tilt to his face. “No?”

“No, j-just tell me what to do,” I stammer, a desperate plea escaping my lips. I’d do anything he tells me at this point, I just need to feel him touch me again.

I swear I see his eyes glaze over as his brilliant blue eyes darken, jaw tensing as he closes the distance between us in a second.

He gruffly directs me, “On the bed.”

Finally.A flutter of relief washes over me as I immediately lower myself to my mattress, barely higher than the floor, looking up at his intimidating figure. He’s a giant while I’m standing, so seated, it’s almost comical how much I need to crane my neck. Thankfully, he joins me a moment later, dropping to his knees at the end of the bed. Anticipation building, I await the next instruction.

“Towel off,” he orders, with a dominant tone but tenderness radiating throughout his expression. I hesitate. This is what I want, but holy crap is it hard to push away my insecurity. It’s freaking intimidating, he’s this demi-god of a creature, and I’m—

I don’t have time to even finish my thought as he crawls toward me, easily climbing on top of me, bracketing me beneath his jacked arms. He lowers his face to kiss the tip of my nose, a small smile breaking out on his face when he notices that it catches me by surprise.

The instant switch from authoritative to sweet causes a flip in my stomach. The perfect balance that sends me reeling, craving him that much more.

Screw it. I release the corner of my towel tucked in my cleavage, letting it fall around me. His collected demeanor drops as he observes, arms still outstretched, supporting his weight. He has a full aerial view of my now exposed body, and he’s studying every inch of it. It’s intimidating being on the receiving end ofhis attention. I’m increasingly aware of my teetering confidence. In an attempt to not lose my fragile momentum, I extend my arm to graze his torso, an approving groan snaps him back into the moment as he crashes down on me.

I meet his pace, desperately writhing beneath him. This feeling is addictive. No amount of contact will ever be enough. I’m hungry, and every touch sends a bolt of electricity to my core. I feel his hand drag slowly down my stomach as I moan into his mouth when he reaches my throbbing clit. With a thick finger, he starts slowly circling, my body arching off the bed in response. His mouth maintains his pace, commanding tongue taking advantage of my parted mouth, driving our kiss deeper.

I’m already soaked, and when he dips his grip to my slit, his once-controlled possession turns to a frenzy. A rumble erupts from him when he feels my wetness before he breaks away, expression almost pained. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.”

The words barely register as I struggle to descend from my cloud of euphoria.

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