Page 69 of That Island Feeling

‘Oh, yes, should’ve warned you about that,’ he quips, his eyes betraying a teasing grin as his own plate remains untouched.

My scorching mouthful has barely dropped onto the plate when he whisks it out of my hands and places it on the coffee table. A beat later his famished mouth finds mine.

At first, I’m worried that I taste like egg, but it soon becomes impossible to hold any thought that’s not directly related to what’s happening in my body, to my body, right now. The world narrows as his tongue deepens our kisses and every nerve ending from my neck down to my little toes springs to life.

Jack pauses to tuck a strand of poodle hair behind my ear. Cupping my chin, he pulls my face closer to his, our lips tantalisingly close. ‘Is that how they do it in your movies?’ he whispers, his words a breathy murmur against my skin.

I meet his gaze, a surge of longing coursing through me. I nod slowly, reaching for the tea towel still draped over his shoulder and tossing it aside. ‘We won’t be needing this,’ I say hungrily.

He watches me, his teeth grazing his lower lip as his eyes darken. He leans back in, his lips bypassing mine and instead trailing tiny, sweet kisses down my jawline before he buries his face into the softness between my neck and collarbone, his mouth latching onto my skin.

I moan and push my fingers into his hair. I don’t care if he leaves a mark.

When he finally pulls away, my entire body is ablaze.

His ravenous eyes meet mine, as he guides me down onto my back.

‘We won’t be needing this.’ Jack echoes my earlier words, gesturing for me to lift my arms.

He pulls my tank top over my head, then runs a flattened palm from the nape of my neck down to my breasts. Bending his head, he covers my cleavage in more of those sweet kisses.

My back arches as his hands slide over my nipples, his touch sending electric pulses through me. A deep throbbing knocks between my legs as Jack swaps his fingers for his mouth, taking my thin bra fabric and nipple between his teeth.

I gasp as he clamps down, the thrilling blend of pleasure and pain reignited as he delicately bites and twists.

‘How did you like my nibble?’ he growls, hair rumpled, as he comes up for air.

‘No fair,’ I breathe, giddy. ‘Self-defence on the defenceless.’ I’d gladly welcome a million more nibbles.

I hurriedly slide a hand under my shoulder blades to unclasp my bra. Jack yanks it out from underneath my body and tosses it over the back of the couch with the tea towel. His tongue swirls over my nipples, eliciting moans from somewhere deep inside me.

I’m so completely engulfed in a tidal wave of pleasure that I groan, frustrated, when he removes his mouth. My protests are silenced as Jack’s thumb and forefinger return to gently pinch my sensitive skin. His other hand trails down the length of my torso, flicking up my skirt to reveal my underwear.

‘Is this okay?’ he asks, tender, his fingers still working my left nipple while his right hand rests on my thigh.

‘Mm,’ I murmur, anticipation building as I prepare for his touch.

I can feel him pressing into me, which only intensifies my need.

Jack’s head follows his hands down my body, but he overshoots, stopping at my calf. My hips writhe with impatience.

No! What is he doing? Pain. It’s definitely pain I’m in now.

‘And how is this feeling?’ he teases, tracing the faint mark from the jellyfish sting.

‘It’s fine!’

‘Are you sure?’ he persists, continuing to circle my calf with his fingers as the rest of me aches.

‘Please, Jack,’ I rasp, grabbing his hand and guiding him back up.

A delicious liquid heat ripples through my body as he finds me. His weighty hand rests on top of the damp cotton, cupping me, before two fingers begin to stroke. Short and sharp at first, then becoming longer and more drawn out.

When he finally moves his head between my legs, I know that I don’t have long. He pulls my undies down over my ankles, then buries his face. It’s warm and wet and wonderful.

I thread my fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands as Jack angles himself up to look at me, eyes glazed with desire.

‘I want you up here with me,’ I manage before I explode.

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