Page 12 of Holidays and Handcuffs

And then, Jack makes the decision for both of us as he leans in, closing the small distance between us, and his lips meet mine.

I freeze, my heart pounding so loud I’m sure he can hear it. His lips are soft but firm, and for a split second, I don’t know what to do. My body feels awkward, like it doesn’t know how to respond, but then his hand cradles my face gently. I close my eyes, trying to mimic what I’ve seen in movies, but this feels different, so much more intense, more real.

His lips move against mine slowly, and I follow his lead. I’ve imagined what my first kiss would be like, but nothing could’ve prepared me for this—the way my entire body seems to light up.

My hands, which are awkwardly at my sides, slowly move up, resting lightly on his chest. When he finally pulls back, just enough to rest his forehead against mine, I’m left breathless, my lips tingling from the intensity of it all. I open my eyes, and he’s looking at me intently.

“Kissing you is way better than I had imagined,” he says, his voice raspy.

“You’ve thought about kissing me?”

He chuckles softly, his breath warm against my skin. “More times than I’d like to admit,” he confesses, his eyes locking with mine. “You were always in my mind, even when I wasn’t in Auburn.”

“The night you saved me…from those boys, I thought about almost every day since. No one has ever stood up for me like that.”

A muscle in Jack’s jaw feathers at the memory. “I would never let anything happen to you, Emily. Not then, and not now.” His thumb grazes my lower lip again, sending a shiver down my spine.

I swallow, my throat dry. “I believe you.”

Jack stares down at me for a moment before pulling my face up to kiss him again. His kiss hungrier this time, raw. I didn’t expect it but somehow, I’m able to match the energy, feeling pulled by own my desire.

“I’ve thought about doing more than kiss you after all these years, Princess.”

“L-like what?”

He grins. “I could show you.”

Show me. He wants to show me what he’s been thinking about doing to me. Heat radiates between my legs. I look down and am surprised to see a bulge straining against his pants. I swallow.

“Jack, I—I haven’t ever…”

Jack pulls back and levels me with a stare. “Has no one ever made you come before, Princess?”

I shake my head quickly. Jack pulls me close, his lips pressed against my ear. “Would you like me to be the first?” he whispers.

“Y-yes.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I’m pulled on top of Jack’s lap in one swift movement. I gasp and hold onto his shoulders.

“Jack…”

“Let me take care of you, Princess.”

Jack slips a hand in between us, under my dress and presses his hand against my panties. I suck in a breath.

“You’re soaking wet, baby.”

“Is…is that a good thing?”

Jack grins. “Yes, it means you’re mine.”

Before I can even form my next thought, Jack slides my panties to the side and finds the sensitive bud that pulses under his touch. He circles his finger there until I’m gripping his shoulders, intense pleasure coursing through my body.

“Oh, Jack…” I pant.

“That’s a good girl.”

His fingers move from my clit to my opening, and he slips one inside me. It feels incredible, better than anything I could have imagined. But then, he slips another in, filling me up until my legs are trembling.

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