Page 14 of The Mobster's Angel

My hands go to the thin straps of the cami, pulling them down. Before long, Jack helps me, brushing his much larger hands over mine and taking over the job. With my top bunched up around my waist, he pulls back and sits up on his knees between my legs.

The look he gives me sends a shiver down my spine and deep into my core.

His eyes are hungry. Devouring.

I never knew someone could look at you with such intensity. It has my breath catching in my throat.

“Do you know how many times I’ve pictured you like this?”

I shake my head, my eyes trailing down his chest to where a scattering of dark hair runs in a line beneath his navel. “Why didn’t you tell me? We barely even spoke.”

He’s silent for some time, and when I finally look back up, I catch him swallowing and shaking his head. “I’m not sure I can explain it.”

I bite down on my lip, unsure of how to take that.

“Come here,” he says, lying down beside me and pulling me into his arms.

His skin is so warm. I hadn’t even realized I was cold until now. He leans over to the bedside table and switches the lamp off, and the only light left is the faint glow of the moon sneaking in through the large double window.

He nuzzles at the top of my head, as if he’s breathing me in, while his arms wrap tighter around me. I’m easily a foot smaller than him and maybe half as wide, and logically maybe inviting a man like that into my bed wasn’t my smartest idea. Especially one who is clearly involved in some questionable practices. But for some strange—maybe stupid—reason, that doesn’t concern me right now. If anything, I feel safe. Secure. For once in my life, I feel like someone’s got me, and nothing can hurt me as long as I stay right here.

I hadn’t realized how much I needed that until this moment.

Something hard presses against my leg, but he doesn’t try anything. He just holds me tightly, one of his hands tracing circles around my bare shoulder. I could easily fall back to sleep like this, but something feels unfinished.

When he asked me what I wanted, and I said I wanted him to stay, I meant it. I wanted him to stay properly. I wanted to know what that felt like.

Now it seems like he wants to go to sleep?

If he thinks it’s because I can’t handle it, he’s wrong. I’m a grownup. Just because I’ve never done it before, and I’m more than a little shy, doesn’t mean I’m not capable. Or that I don’t have needs just like he does.

I turn over in his arms so we’re chest to chest and curve my thigh so it drapes over his. His whole body goes stiff, solid as a rock, and he inhales a deep breath.

“You keep doing that, and I won’t be held responsible for my actions,” he mumbles. In the faint light, I can just make out that his eyes are closed.

Clearly, he has every intention of going to sleep with just a chaste kiss and a little cuddle.

If only that was all I wanted.

CHAPTERSEVEN

Jack

Fuck.My poor, innocent little angel doesn’t even know what she’s just invited into her bed.

She’s taunting me.

Just like she did when she used to strip and walk slowly down the steps into the pool, her round tits bouncing with every step.

She swears she was oblivious. I believed her.

But this?

She’s asking for it, and I’m absolutely convinced she knows it.

And I’m still trying to keep myself away from her. I’m holding her close—yes. But I’m not corrupting her. It’s like there’s a mindless dog inside me, and I’m doing everything I can to keep it on a leash.

When she lets out a little sigh and brushes those perfect, hard nipples against my chest, I lose the will to hold back anymore.

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