Page 45 of Tides of Discovery
“I’ve been thinking,” I said, then immediately wanted to take it back. Thinking was dangerous territory.
“About?”
I swallowed hard. “About us. About the rules we made.”
Jack shifted on the couch, turning his body toward mine. “What about them?”
“I want to break them,” I admitted, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “I want to break them so badly it’s driving me crazy.”
His breath caught, barely audible, but I heard it. “Cooper...”
“I know what we said. I know why we said it. But sitting here with you—” I shook my head, frustration bleeding into my voice. “I can’t keep pretending I don’t want more.”
The silence stretched between us, heavy and electric. Jack’s eyes searched my face, and I could see the war playing out behind them—the same one that had been raging in my chest.
“The boundaries exist for a reason,” he said quietly, but his voice lacked conviction. “So this doesn’t get complicated.”
“I know.” I leaned closer without meaning to. “But what if…what if it’s part of our bargain?”
“Cooper.” My name was barely a whisper on his lips. A plea.
That was all the invitation I needed. I closed the distance between us, my hands coming up to clutch his shoulders as I pressed my mouth to his. The kiss was urgent, desperate—all the want and need I’d been bottling up poured into that single point of contact. Jack made a soft sound against my lips, and then his hands were in my hair, pulling me closer.
He deepened the kiss, and our tongues danced together. Lust shot straight to my cock. I hardened in my sweatpants and moaned into his mouth. I broke the kiss long enough to swing a leg over his thighs and straddle his lap.
He sucked in a breath. “Yes.” He ground his erection into mine.
“Jack. I…” My head fell back, my neck muscles straining.
“I’ve got you, baby.” He slid his hand under my waistband and into my briefs. His warm grip enveloped my dick, and my breath caught.
Jack’s hand on my cock was unfamiliar, intoxicating in its uniqueness. Yet, it felt like coming home. “Oh, God. I’m not going to last,” I said, my voice rough.
He stroked me languidly, root to tip. “I don’t want you to. Come for me, Cooper.” He picked up his pace, and his hand was sure. Skilled.
It was only a few minutes before lightning ran down my spine. I cried out his name, and I shot my load into his hand. He bucked against me and groaned.
He gentled his touch as I came down to earth. “Baby,” he soothed, and withdrew his hand. He grabbed a tissue from the side table and cleaned up.
I reached for his belt, but he stayed my hand. “That was hot.” A flush bloomed on his cheeks.
I quirked an eyebrow. “You mean you…?”
“Yeah, like a teenager. I need to change my briefs.” He adjusted himself and grimaced.
I bit back a grin and rested my forehead against his. “So much for boundaries,” I murmured.
Jack’s laugh was shaky. “So much for boundaries.”
I climbed off his lap and collapsed beside him.
He rose from the sofa and held out his hand. “You have to get up early tomorrow. Let’s go to bed.”
My gaze flicked to the couch. “I can?—”
Jack’s eyebrow lifted. “After what we just shared? Come to bed with me. You’ll sleep better.”
I couldn’t deny that.
