Page 15 of Size Doesn't Matter

One word,herword, would shut everything down.

That power was hers and hers alone.

“Since this is our first time together,” Jack said, “we’ll take things slow. I don’t know your limits, and you don’t know me well enough to let me test them.”

His words made a lot of sense, and yet Sophie struggled to force down her disappointment. “Does that mean you’renotgoing to tie me up?”

He grinned and tightened his grip around her neck, just enough to focus her attention solely on him. “I’ll still tie you up, angel—a promise is a promise—but only your wrists this time, not your legs.”

“This time?” she asked, her eyes widening and her heart racing at his implication. Her mouth twitched into an eager smile. “There will be other times?”

Jack moved into her personal space, disturbing the air around her and sending a shiver of awareness skittering over her skin. “Only if I’m very lucky.”

Only ifhewas very lucky?Jesus, this man.This gentle, quiet, humble man was the total opposite of his brother and—

No.

She had to stop comparing Jack to Ethan.

Obviously there would be differences between them—no doubt there would be similarities too—and she would discover them all soon enough, especially if they continued seeing each other as Jack had insinuated. Until then, she would take him and everything he had to offer as he came.

One moment at a time.

“I guess you’d better make this good, then,” Sophie said, sliding her hands over his broad shoulders and spearing her fingers through his hair, tugging his mouth closer to hers in a show of defiance, leaning into the strong grip still circling her throat. “You know, if you want to get lucky.”

He stared at her for a moment, his blue eyes almost twinkling with mischief as his grin grew devilish again, and then he kissed her, hard. His lips pressed flat against hers before slowly parting and taking her bottom lip between them. Sophie closed her eyes, lost to the sensation of his mouth playing with hers, gently plucking at one lip, then the other before her eyes snapped open and her breath escaped her on a pained gasp—her bottom lip pinched between Jack’s teeth.

He growled at her—literallygrowled—then slowly let her lip slip free of his bite. When he spoke again, all mirth was gone from his rich voice, replaced with a tone of command that made her knees weak and her pussy ache to be filled. “Keep your eyes open,” he said. “And keep them on me. I want you to remember exactly who’s fucking you tonight.”

Sophie stilled, her breath caught in her throat. Was it possible she wasn’t the only one who’d been making comparisons between Jack and his brother? Or had he simply guessed where her mind had been a moment ago?

The heat of shame flushed her cheeks, but before she could give any sort of response, Jack released her neck, removed the constant pressure that had kept her steady on her feet, and trailed his hand down her chest, distracting her from the apology dancing on the tip of her tongue.

Tracing his fingers along the lacy edge of her bra, he followed the swell of her breasts and teased her flesh until goose bumps appeared, causing her to shiver. “So soft,” he said, the words so quiet it was as if he’d spoken them for his ears alone, then added more gruffly, “Turn around.”

Sophie did as she was told and turned away from Jack, letting him continue his gentle exploration over her shoulder and down her back, all the way to the top of her panties. His touch was so light it made her giggle and squirm. “That tickles.”

He chuckled and swept her hair aside, pressed what felt like smiling lips to her shoulder, then continued torturing her with his featherlight touch. “Payback’s a bitch,” he said, his humour evident in his tone. Then he singlehandedly unfastened her bra and flicked the straps off her shoulders, causing her large breasts to sag in their lacy prison.

Payback? What is he talking about?But before she could voice her question out loud, Jack went down to his knees again and began caressing her arse, stroking her skin where it met the lace of her panties. Slipping his fingers underneath and exploring the bountiful curves of her arse. Torturing her. Teasing her.Ticklingher.

Then it hit her, and she tried to bite back her smile, even as she giggled and wriggled again.

His shirt.

When she’d unbuttoned his shirt, she’d taken her sweet time, had wanted to savour the moment and enjoy his hard chest, his smooth skin. His heat and his strength, his scent. His all-consuming maleness. She must have tickled him, and now he was taking his revenge. She would have laughed at the realisation had he not chosen that exact moment to slap the leather belt against her arse.

The smack was light and playful and accompanied by Jack’s growly voice. “Fuck. I intend to worship this arse tonight.” Then she felt his fingers hook under the waistband of her panties again, felt the scratch of lace as he dragged them down her legs, then urged her to step out of them and kick them away. A moment later, he was standing behind her again, pushing the hardness of his erection between her buttocks while pressing another soft kiss to her shoulder. “Face me.”

Sophie had to fold her arms under her breasts to stop her bra from falling clean off her, the heavy weight of the large globes rendering the garment useless in its unfastened state. Jack smirked and stared at her chest, then hooked one finger between her breasts and tugged on the little lacy panel that held the cups together.

“Arms down, beautiful,” he said, tapping his belt against her elbow.

She pursed her lips and shot him a mock glare at the endearment but did as he asked and lowered her arms, letting him drag her bra off her and cast it away to join her panties on the floor.

Jack’s gaze slid over her naked body like a caress, starting with her face and ending at her feet, his tongue peeking out occasionally to moisten his lips, his hands flexing on her hips. The leather belt he still held dug into her soft flesh, pinching her, distracting her from the intensity of his perusal.

From the urge to cover herself.

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