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“With you.”
“For as long as you want me.”
“Forever.”
Chapter 18
Stella
The word slips out as though it wasn’t even a thought.
He smiles down at me, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I’m going to need to put that back in check before I scare him off.
Jack pulls my pants down. He moves my legs apart before settling between them.
“Let’s see if I remember how you taste.”
I close my eyes, trying not to make a fool of myself. Jack was the first boy to ever do this to me. I remember the mortification I felt when he did it. Winnie told me about her boyfriend doing it to her, but mine never had.
That night with Jack, he was insistent. He said he had to or he might never forgive himself for not tasting me.
I was scarlet red, but once I got over the shock of it, I thought I might die.
Now I want nothing more than the feel of his mouth again.
His tongue swipes over my clit, and I arch my back. The pleasure running through every vein in my body.
“Even better,” he says and then his tongue is there again.
Jack licks, alternating the pressure, driving me insane. He moves in circles, then flicks, and then sucks as the climb to my orgasm moves faster than ever before. He finds a new rhythm, one that has me panting and crying out his name.
I have no idea what I’m saying other than one word here and there. There’s a sheen of sweat forming on my face, and I can feel the tightening in my muscles.
“So close. So close. Oh, God,” I pant.
He does it again, increasing the pressure on my clit, and as though we’ve reached the end of the music, I explode. I cry out, head thrashing back and forth as he holds my legs apart, continuing to lick and suck. The orgasm is wave after wave that drags me under.
When I catch my breath, Jack is on his knees, pulling his pants down. I watch as his cock springs free, and he grins at me.
Yeah, my memory has totally failed me. He’s bigger—so much bigger—than I remember. His body is different, more defined. He’s like a damn God who is chiseled in all the right places and hard as stone where I want him most.
Needing to explore him, I shove him back against his pillows. “I want to touch you,” I tell him.
Jack puts both hands behind his head. “I’m all yours.”
“Yes,” I say with a smirk. “You are.”
I kiss his neck, his shoulder, and his chest, letting my lips linger over the scar from a fire he was in four years ago. I kiss it again. “I remember this night.” I remember every second of fear from not knowing if he was seriously hurt. All I heard from Grayson was that Jack needed care after being in an on-scene accident. I was terrified as I waited for the news that he was okay.
“The fire?”
I nod. “What happened?”
Jack moves a little. “One of the new guys was in a weak spot in the house. I saw the ceiling starting to come down, so I dove after him.”
“And you got hurt.”
“There was something between us that cut me. It was nothing.”
