Page 16 of Ensnared
“Please, please,” I beg.
He closes his lips over the small, sensitive bundle of nerves, and I fly. Breath leaves my body as the orgasm slams into me, almost painful in its intensity. My core clenches around emptiness, and I weep for more. Jack is with me through it all, pushing me on, until I can’t take it any longer. Then he rears over me, his face so serious.
I open my arms to him, and he sheaths himself inside me with one long, powerful thrust. He’s so big, but I’m ready for him. He groans, the first sound he makes, and I want to howl with triumph. He’shereand he’s looking at me like I’m more beautiful than anyone he’s ever seen. His forehead rests against mine for a moment as we catch our breaths.
“I can’t go slow,” he mutters, and his hips rock forward as if he’s losing control.
I lean up to kiss him. “I don’t want you to.”
He takes my hands and intertwines our fingers, rears back, then slams into me. My body arches in pleasure. He’s so thick, I feel him everywhere, and I squeeze around him, chasing more contact.
He’s okay. Just ten minutes ago, I’d thought I might never see him again, but he’s here, solid and warm, and he doesn’t hate me—he came tome.
My second orgasm takes me by surprise. It doesn’t build slowly, then crest like a breaking wave. This time, it detonates inside me like a supernova, blinding me with light, and I’m only half aware of Jack yelling my name. He shudders in my embrace.
He rolls to the side, taking me with him, and we lie on the bed, me sprawled half on top of him. I’m panting, my lungs deprived of oxygen, and I wonder whether I breathed at all during that intense climax. Jack’s not doing much better—his chest heaves beneath me, his heartbeat strong under my palm.
My sweat cools on my skin, and doubt creeps in. We didn’t talk before jumping into bed, but we need to. What happened down at the beach isn’t something you just sweep under the rug. I am absolutely, one hundred percent sure that Ty and Aiden have told him I’m a witch. How else would they have explained his mysterious illness? I’d been so afraid that he would react like Ty and send me away, or like Aiden, who wants to use my powers.
But Jack isn’t showing any signs of moving anywhere. Instead, he shuffles around so he’s facing me and draws the crumpled covers over our naked bodies. Then he frowns down at himself.
“Shit.” Panic sparks in his eyes. “We didn’t use a condom. I’m so sorry, I didn’t even—”
I lean forward and put my hand over his mouth. “It’s fine. I’ve been taking a witchy contraceptive.”
It’s weird to say this out loud. I’ve never told any of my previous partners that. I’d always just claimed I was on the pill. Humans are pretty good at preventing unwanted pregnancies, but my grandma’s better. Still, I guess I’ll have to research human options as soon as my stash runs out.
Then another thought occurs to me. I could try to mix the tea and cast the spell myself now that I have access to my magic. But I have no idea whether it would work, and I certainly don’t want to risk becoming pregnant. Not when my future here is so uncertain. Not when I don’t even know what Jack thinks about my magical heritage.
“Oh,” he says, relaxing back down. His clear gray eyes regard me with interest. “So you don’t want children?”
I blink. “Um.” This conversation got serious, fast. I think about it for a moment. “I do want children. I just never found anyone I wanted to have them with.”
Until now.
“I mean, I didn’t want to have Cameron’s kids,” I explain to cover how flustered I am all of a sudden. I wrinkle my nose. “I don’t think he’d make a very good dad.”
Jack mulls this over for a moment. “I want kids, too. A big family.”
“Yeah?”
My heart squeezes at the thought of him settling down with some nice young woman from the village. What we have—both alone and with Ty—is hot, but I have no idea if it’ll last.
I want it to. So badly.
With a jerk of his hand, Jack uncovers us both. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up.”
I groan and protest, but he drags me to the bathroom. At first, I think he wants to have shower sex, which I’d totally be down for, but he tugs me under the hot water and washes us both with quick, economic movements. Then he shoves my clothes at me, almost frantic, and urges me to get dressed.
I grab his hand and stop him. “What’s going on? Aren’t you staying?”
I hate the pleading tone in my voice but I genuinely thought he’d spend the night with me. I’d like to curl up to him and make sure he’s really okay. We need totalkand figure out how to make this work. I want to ask about Ty and Aiden, see how things are with them.
But he takes my face between his palms, his handsome features tense and serious. “I need you to come with me. I have to show you something.”
The rain hasn’t let up, and I’m pretty sure it’s still vile out there.
“What—now? Can’t this wait until morning?” I wrap myself around him. “I thought I hurt you on the beach, and I just want to hide under the covers with you for a week until everything returns back to normal.”
