Page 49 of Crimson Desires

Jack must have noticed me looking because he leaned down and whispered into my ear, “Eager?”

I shivered. God, it physically hurt how much I wanted him right now. “Fuck. Off,” I hissed. There was no venom in my tone. Just hunger.

When we got to the hotel, Jack collected his room key from the front desk, and we rode the elevator straight up to his floor.

As the elevator carried us up, Jack took advantage of the semi-private space and began to kiss my neck. He grabbed my hair, yanking my head up and to the side so that he had full access to the tender flesh.

My heart pounded. The dull pain in my scalp from Jack’s pulling only served to feed the fire in my stomach.

Jack sucked on my collarbone, his teeth digging into me.

I could do nothing but hold onto his chiseled biceps for stability. How long had it been since I’d been with a man like this?

Never. Never in my life had I ever been with a man that was as electrically alluring as Jack Maverick.

After what felt like an eternity, we stumbled into Jack’s hotel room. As soon as the door closed behind me, all bets were off. Jack scooped me up into his arms as if I weighed nothing. He carried me to the hotel bed.

He lowered me gently onto the soft mattress, his hands quickly working to tear off my bra and shirt.

My stomach twinged with a brief shot of anxiety as I lay bare in front of him. I wasn’t ashamed of my body, but it was always a little nerve-wracking letting someone see you for the first time.

Jack didn’t let me dwell on my nerves for long. He kissed me passionately, almost possessively. I moaned as his firm hands drifted up my stomach and settled on my breasts. He pinched one of my nipples between his fingers, causing me to cry out.

“Sensitive?” Jack chuckled darkly.

I wanted to swear at him. But I couldn’t do anything except react to the way that his hands worked my body. I let out an undignified gasp as Jack broke our kiss and dragged his tongue down my jaw and neck. He kept going until he was at my breasts, his tongue circling each nipple with agonizing care.

He hadn’t even touched me yet, and I could already feel that I was soaked.

God, I thought, this man is going to fucking break me.

As Jack continued to suck and lick at my breasts, his hands reached southward. He unbuttoned my jean shorts. Hooking his thumb into the waistband, he pulled my shorts and underwear off in one smooth motion. Instinctively, I pressed my thighs together.

Jack dug his thumb into my tender hipbone.

“Open your fucking legs,” he growled.

Gone was the goofy, laid-back rock star. In his place was a dominant man who was going to take exactly what he wanted from me.

That thought shouldn’t have excited me as much as it did.

Gingerly, I spread my legs for him.

Jack rewarded me by slipping his hand between my thighs and lightly rubbing my clit with his thumb. “Good girl,” he said.

Fuck.

Was it possible to come from somebody’s voice alone?

Jack toyed with my clit, his touches feather-light. I keened, arching my back, and begging for more. His free hand massaged my tender thigh.

With every squeeze of his hand, every flick of his thumb, every twitch of his lips—I was losing myself to him. I gripped the bedsheets at my side, desperate for a purchase. My mind was a haze of lust and silent pleas for more, more, more.

My breathing was soft, shallow, and stuttered.

Without warning, Jack rapidly circled my clit with his finger, adding pressure. I yelped. My legs began to shake. Embarrassingly, I could already feel myself getting close.

Then, he stopped.

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