Page 144 of Could Have Been Us
“For years, I’ve thought about being able to do this.” Jack’s husky voice is layered with sex. “I’ve dreamed of coming home, finding you in my cabin waiting for me.”
I bite my lower lip and step back. “And what was I wearing?”
The heat in his eyes is enough to burn me. “Nothing.”
“What if I was cold?” I ask as I start to undress slowly. I lift my shirt, easing it over my head.
“You wouldn’t be.”
“No?”
He shakes his head, watching as my fingers play with the waistband of my leggings. “No because I would make you warm.”
“How would you do that?” I ask as I start to push them down.
“I’d lay you down in front of that fire.” His head jerks to the enormous fireplace with a rug in front of it. I move there and then lie down. “Take off all your clothes, Stella. I want you naked.”
His voice brokers no argument, not that I would fight him on this anyway. It’s incredibly sexy, watching him be broody and turned on. I do as he says, pulling my clothes off.
“And then?” I ask, a shiver running over me.
He moves closer, standing there, his eyes trailing over every part of me. “I’d let you lie there and watch your breathing grow heavier. I’d maybe come closer.” He does, dropping down. He hovers over me, resting on one arm, his hands so close but not touching me. “I wonder where I should touch you first.”
I’m so turned on, it doesn’t matter. He could touch my hair, and I bet I would feel it.
“Hmmm,” he muses, and then the tip of his finger slides against the seam of my lips. “I could kiss you.”
I nod.
“No, I’ve already done that.” His hand moves down my neck and slides to my breastbone.
I’m panting. My lungs are struggling to draw air as he looms over me. His finger drifting from side to side, just barely touching my breasts. “Jack . . .”
“Are you cold?” he asks.
“No.” I’m on fucking fire.
“I didn’t think so, but if you were, I would find another way to warm you.”
My eyes close, and I silently beg him to find that way.
“How?” I ask on a breath, opening my eyes.
“Oh, there are so many ways.”
I stare into his molten eyes and push the air from my chest. “Show me.”
Jack pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it to the ground. His abs ripple as he moves closer, and he doesn’t tease me any longer. His lips close around my nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth. God, it feels so good.
He moves his tongue around and then goes to the other, doing the same. My back bows off the ground and then his hand is between my legs. He breaks away to stare down at me as he parts my folds, finding my clit.
Just a small touch has me moving toward my climax.
“You’re so wet, baby. You aren’t the least bit cold. You’re fire and strength. You’re beauty in every meaning of the word. Look at me,” he commands when my eyes close. “I will never let you be left in the cold, Stella.”
My throat goes tight because the way he vows that tells me everything I already knew. He would never let harm come to me, and he will always be my shelter.
We become frantic, both desperate for one another. What started as a sexy game becomes more. His lips are on mine, and the kiss becomes hurried as the emotions between us reach a new level.
