Page 64 of Booked on a Feeling

When he undid the last button, she ripped his shirt apart and pushed it down his shoulders. She let him finish taking his shirt off the rest of the way because her hands were busy roaming over his hard, smooth chest. He tried to pull her back into his arms once he threw his shirt over the couch, but she held him back.

“I want to look at you,” she said, her voice shaking. She ran her hands over his chest, then down to his ridiculous abs, letting her fingers dip in and out of the defined grooves. A laugh bubbled out of her. “I always thought you overdid it with your fitness routine, but I have to say I thoroughly approve if this is what results from it.”

“I’m glad you approve.” His lips quirked in a cocky grin, all his prior hesitancy gone. “Now I want to see the rest of you.”

He crushed his lips against hers, and she caught fire again. When he stood from the sofa, she clung to him with her arms, legs, and lips. She felt the bed press against her back, and Jack drew away from her. She tightened her hold around him and buried her face against his neck. She was suddenly worried that he would be disappointed by her body. His was so breathtaking. She’d been perfectly happy with her soft body—even the rounded curve of her tummy—but for a brief moment, she wished she could be more beautiful for him. Then he made her forget all her foolish insecurities.

He carefully unwrapped her arms from his neck and drew back to look at her naked torso. Then he hooked his fingers in her shorts and panties and slowly tugged them down. She lifted her hips to help him, mesmerized by the intense wonder in his eyes.

“Jesus, Lizzy. I didn’t think… I never thought…” His Adam’s apple worked as he swallowed. “You’re more beautiful than I’d ever imagined.”

The corners of her mouth trembled as she smiled up at him. She had never felt more beautiful—more cherished—than she did in this moment. Still staring at her, Jack rose from the bed, unbuckled his jeans, and slid them down his hips. His thick, hard length pushed against his tight boxer briefs. She badly wanted to get her hands on him.

He climbed back on the bed and lay down on his side, holding himself up on his forearm. His eyes still devoured her as though he were starving for the sight of her, and his touch was almost reverent as he ran his hand down her arm, then up her waist to cup her breast. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, thoroughly, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger.

Hissing against his lips, she reached into his briefs and grabbed him tightly in her fist. He groaned as he jerked helplessly against her curious hand. He lifted his hips as she tugged down their last remaining barrier and kicked it off with his feet. She pulled back from their kiss to take a good look at him.

“Oh, my,” she breathed. He was beautiful… and a little intimidating.

“We’re going to fit perfectly,” he said as though reading her thoughts.

Then he drew her back to him and kissed her until she didn’t have room for any thoughts other than the need to have him inside her. He smoothed his hands down her stomach and her hips, then he looked into her eyes as he slowly pulled her legs up, his fingers digging into the soft flesh behind her knees.

“Open up for me,” he said in a gravelly voice that sent a thrill down her spine.

He gently pushed her knees apart, and she complied wordlessly. His mouth fell open as he watched her. When his hand traveled between her thighs and touched her center, her hip jerked off the bed. With a low grunt of approval, he worked his fingers until she was writhing beside him. She was on the verge of tipping over into her climax when she clamped her thighs firmly over his hand.

“Not like this.” She reached for him and pumped her hand up and down his length until he groaned. “I want you inside of me.”

He climbed over her, and she pulled his head down to meet her eager lips. Their teeth clacked as their tongues tangled together—rough and clumsy in their need.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He pushed up onto his elbows, and she felt him trembling against her as he held himself back. Sweat rolled down his jaw and onto her cheek. “If we do this, I can’t go back to being friends with you. I won’t be able to let you go.”

His heated gaze held her captive, and she couldn’t speak for a moment. But she knew what she wanted—what she needed.

“I don’t want us to go back to being friends. I don’t want you to let me go. I want you to…” She grabbed his ass and pulled him closer to her entrance. “Fuck. Me.”

“No, Lizzy.” His chuckle was a low timbre in his chest. “I’m going to make love to you. I’m going to make love to you until you fall apart in my arms and scream my name.”

“Please,” she whispered.

He rolled off her, and she cried in outrage. His lips quirked into a strained smile, and his eyes roamed over her naked body even as he reached for his pants on the floor. He grabbed his wallet and sheathed himself in a condom before he returned to her side.

“I’m going to make you mine now,” he said with aching tenderness and yearning in his eyes.

“Please.” She had no other words left to speak. She cupped his face and kissed him, pouring everything she felt into the kiss. How much she needed him. How much she wanted to be his. “Please.”

He made her his, thoroughly and completely, until she screamed his name as promised—again and again.

One day at a time. Jack was going to cherish every moment he had with Lizzy before she returned to Los Angeles and reality set back in. Had she meant it when she said their time together in Weldon would be a trial period? What if she decided that she wanted to leave him and what happened in Weldon behind her when their time was up? He slammed the door on the thought. He couldn’t worry about what would happen in a couple of weeks because he had to soak up the happiness he felt right now. There was no room for anything else.

She was sleeping soundly by his side, her body curved toward him and her hands tucked under her chin. He must’ve worn her out. His lips quirked into a smile. They’d reached for each other again in the middle of the night and earlier thismorning. She caught fire in his arms every time he touched her, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

He’d wondered what she would look like in her sleep. He used to tell himself that she probably snored and tangled up the blanket with restless limbs—and pushed whoever was sleeping beside her off the bed. He wasn’t completely wrong. She snored a little and blew air out of her puckered lips like she was demolishing haphazardly built piggy houses in her dreams. It was ridiculously cute. But she hardly stirred while she slept, and he was in no danger of being kicked off the bed.

Waking up next to her and watching her sleeping face felt surreal. He never believed that he would be given the chance. He was awed and humbled that this kind, intelligent, and beautiful woman shared herself with him—made herself vulnerable to him. His heart expanded with joy and gratitude until he thought it would explode. Lizzy was his. For now.

Unable to hold back, he ran the back of his fingers down her cheek. Then, cupping her bare shoulder in his hand, he leaned down and placed a featherlight kiss on her parted lips. She stirred but didn’t wake up. He smoothed away the hair that had fallen across her face and resumed watching her sleep.

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