Page 89 of Just Like That

He loomed over me, darkening the room and consuming me with his presence. “I knew it.” His dark whisper floated over me. My nipples puckered, and my stomach bunched, my knees lifting.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He dropped a soft kiss on my bare shoulder. I looked up at him and nodded. “I do like it.”

His teeth sank into my skin and I hissed. A soft moan floated out of me as my head pressed into the comforter.

“That’s my good girl. There’s no one here but us.” His hands were soft and warm as they moved across my arms.

A shiver ran through me. JP was stern and commanding, yet his tender words melted my insides. His hand slid over my neck and up into my hair. His mouth lowered to mine, tipping my head to deepen the kiss. A deep rumble rolled out of him as my body wrapped around his.

I was pliant.

Eager.

Desperate.

My hips jutted forward, silently begging for more. The cold metal of his ridiculous gold chain cooled my skin. He lifted, staring down at me. I slipped the chain from around his neck, and it clanged against the wood floor as it fell.

He shifted, removing the top of his tracksuit and peppering me with fervent kisses as he undressed. When he stripped off his T-shirt, I sucked in a breath. Up close, his chest and abs bunched and flexed. I ran my hands over the planes of his stomach and trailed a finger down the soft line of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his pants.

His hips surged forward, rewarding me with the hard outline of his cock. Anticipation caused goose bumps to erupt across my skin. JP’s intense blue eyes roamed over the flimsy gold fabric clinging to my body.

His hands moved over my chest, across my breasts, and paused on the neckline of the dress that came to a V. “Do you like this dress?”

I bit back a smirk as I squirmed. “Hell no.”

With one jerk, JP tore the dress open. My boobs bounced from the movement, and he immediately captured one nipple in his mouth. A surge of wetness coated my thigh, and I moaned.

His desperate hands shoved the skirt of my dress up, and his palms rested on my hip bones.

He paused, his breath ragged as he looked down at me. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.” I shifted. “Please don’t stop.”

His hands moved up my belly, taking the skirt with it. I arched back, lifting my arms so he could remove the tattered dress and toss it on the floor.

For a beat he stared down at my body, clothed only in a black thong.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” His voice was thick and full of awe. He meant it. I wasn’t ashamed of my nakedness or being utterly exposed in front of him.

I reveled in it.

I’d never felt more beautiful than under his appreciative gaze.

JP paused, his mood shifting as he looked down at me. His hands circled my waist and his eyes dropped. “I don’t want to ruin this.”

When his eyes lifted, they were full of concern, and I understood. In my short time here, I’d grown to understand how tightly JP held the reins. He had lived his whole life proud to shoulder the burden of his family. On the outside, he may have appeared unemotional, but that simply wasn’t true.

My palm found the side of his face. “You won’t.”

His eyes didn’t meet mine, and instead he buried his face in my palm. I hooked my leg around his hips, pulling his weight onto me. I needed to show him how desperately I wanted him. How unafraid I was of whatever lay beyond tonight.

His hand landed on my throat, and the tension in my body ratcheted higher. My fingers dug at his hips, pushing down the waistband of his pants.

“I think I might ruin you after all, Hex.” JP’s chuckle hummed through me as the tip of his nose ran up the side of my neck. “I’ll ruin you for any man who thinks he can look at what’s mine.”

“JP,” I whispered in the dark—a quiet plea for more.

For everything.

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