Page 115 of His to Burn
His eyes hardened. “I know. That’s the problem.”
Then he kissed me.
It was hard, hungry.
Consuming.
He fisted his hand in my braids, pulling tight enough to hurt and pulled me flush against him.
I clawed at his shoulders, needing him closer.
He spun us, slamming my back against the storeroom shelves, making the boxes rattle.
I didn’t care.
His mouth moved from my lips to mythroat, biting down just enough to make me gasp.
“Jack…” I threaded my hands into his hair, “we shouldn’t?—”
“We should,” he said. “We are.”
He slid his fingers under my shirt as he kissed me.
The taste of him, smoke, sweat,Jack, was everything.
He pulled away, breathing hard, eyes boring into mine in the way that both terrified me and made me so fucking wet, it was shameful. “You piss me off so fucking much, Asia.”
I lifted one corner of my mouth into a smile. “Welcome to the club, Jackson.”
He brushed his thumb over my lower lip, his eyes still on mine. “I still want you anyway.”
And then his mouth was on mine again.
Harder this time, even more desperate.
He ground against my stomach.
He was rock hard, his long thick length pulsing with need.
I squirmed, my pussy slick with the anticipation of having him inside me again.
I’d have to wait.
“Down,” he commanded, pushing me to myknees. His voice was commanding, urgent, the tone alone was enough to undo me.
I landed with an ungraceful thud, and looked up.
Jack worked his pants open, his movements efficient and controlled, but I was sure I saw a tremor in his hands.
It could have been my imagination, but I didn’t have time to decide, not when he presented his cock. I breathed in deep, the scent of Jack drowning out everything.
When I looked up, he stared down at me with that intense gaze that still made me feel both small and powerful, exposed and protected.
I started to look away.
Jack wasn’t having it.
“Eyes on me,” he barked.
