Page 29 of Something Real with the Sea Monster
There might be two of us thinking about this night for a while to come. But it’s not like he’ll be any good. At least I know he’ll listen. That’s something I like about Jack.
And that will put him miles ahead of at least half the guys I’ve ever fucked.
“Come in.” He moves aside, holding the door open for me, and I walk past, conscious of his gaze on my figure.
I walk in front of him up the stairs, anticipating the moment he touches me, then I stop as soon as I walk into the living room. Little tealight candles cover every surface, their flickering light reflected in the dark glass of the windows. Soft music is playing, and there’s a tray with tall champagne flutes and a cooler with a bottle inside. When I look closer, I see it’s sparkling water. “Water! Because I’m detoxing?”
“I have wine, if you prefer—”
“No.” I step closer, placing my hand on his arm and stopping him. “It’s perfect. This is perfect. How sweet of you to do all this.”
“It’s the least I could do. Tegan, are you sure?” The earnest look on his face just about eats me up inside. And a little nagging voice in my head questions if this is the right thing to do after all. He seems really invested. Or perhaps he’s just nervous.
Ignoring that voice, I trail my fingers up so I can put my arms around his neck. Then I tilt my face toward him. “I’m sure. Now are you going to kiss me properly?”
There’s a pause full of breathless anticipation as his gaze drops to my lips. Nevermind him, this is really affecting me. His thick lashes flutter against his cheeks for a moment and then suddenly his lips are on mine, hot and commanding and so much more skillful than I imagined. I open mine as he teases them apart with his. He slicks the tip of his tongue against mine, and I moan. His lips play against my own, caressing and nibbling, and pretty soon I’m glad I put my arms around him because I needthat hold to bring myself closer still. Pressed up against him, aching in every place we aren’t connected.
He seems to feel it too. Jack’s hands slide into my hair, shooting off little ricochets of pleasure all through my body and stealing the last of my hesitation. I’m in this now. There’s no turning back. This man is exactly what I need tonight. His hands and mouth on me, his focus on me. He’s really, really focused too. That’s an ego boost in itself.
When he finally pulls back for us to both catch our breath, I blink. “I was not expecting you to be so good at that. Are you sure you’re telling the truth?”
“I never said I haven’t kissed anyone before. It’s been a while, but I think it’s like riding a bike. Once you’ve done it once, you never forget. It’s everything else I’m less sure about.”
I take his hand and pull him to the couch, and he follows willingly. “Well, if you’re as good at that as you are at kissing, this lesson might be the shortest in history. You’ll graduate with flying colors.”
He sits, and I climb into his lap.
He laughs ruefully. “God I think I forgot how good kissing is. Or maybe I just never kissed you before.”
His mouth lifts, and I instinctively lean in to take more of what he’s offering. He’s right. This is good. So good I’m in no rush to move on to other activities.
In fact, I could stay here like this, drowning in his lips and breath. His taste. The way he pulls my hair aside so he can run soft kisses along my neck and jaw.
Oh that’s so unfair. He’s found my weakness straight away.
I tip my head further to give him access, groaning when he hits a sweet spot right below my ear and shivers travel through my body. “Mmm, did I mention you’re good at that? Really good.”
So good I’m close to losing focus, but I came here for a reason, and it’s not to just let Jack kiss me into oblivion.
What was it again?
He kisses that spot once more and makes my toes curl in my heels. I gasp. “Touch me.”
When he just keeps kissing me, I lose my patience. “God, would you please touch me already?” My pussy is throbbing. I lift up on my knees, grab his hand, and drag it between my legs. My short dress is bunched up around my hips, and all that’s left between us are his jeans and my tiny g-string.
The moment his knuckles graze the wet fabric of my panties we both suck in a breath. Jack’s eyes widen, and I’m so close I see his pupils blow out. “You’re soaked.”
“Yeah. You could say that.” Rolling my hips, I drag my pussy over his hand, hoping I don’t have to spend too long explaining. I need this now.
“Oh fuck.” Taking my lead, he rubs me over my underwear and my knees buckle.
“There!”
The pressure is good, but I need so much more. It’s the ultimate tease having his hand on my pussy but not really touching me. “Like this?”
A little growl of frustration rips from me. “I need to be naked. You need to be naked!”
He laughs. “Already?”
