Page 26 of Size Doesn't Matter

Jack leaned down and whispered by her ear, “You’re even cuter when you blush.”

The intoxicating cocktail of his smooth, rich voice mixed with whatever the hell was in that sexy-as-fuck cologne commandeered the last of her good sense and turned her brain to mush.

She was helpless to resist him.

“Let go of the sheet, angel.”

Her grip loosened for a moment, then clenched around the sheet where she held it bunched beneath her chin. Staring up at Jack, she watched his face for any hint of disgust, any sign that he was mocking her, but all she found was a serene smile and desirous eyes. Swallowing hard, she let go of the soft cotton barrier and let it fall back into her lap.

Jack’s sharp intake of breath was followed by a slow exhale, and then he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and swore softly.

“You really are so very beautiful,” he said, staring down at her like she was the answer to all his questions. Precious to him somehow. Which was completely crazy. They barely knew each other. Then his lips quirked in that cheeky grin that made him look ten years younger and he said, “And you know that’s not just lip service, because I’ve already gotten in your pants.”

She snorted and shook her head at the reminder of her words outside the ballroom, but she still wasn’t quite willing to believe him. No man had ever wanted her with the same passion the morning after the night before. All of them—even Ethan—had looked at her with varying degrees of regret.

“You’re not disappointed?” she hedged. “Waking up to—” She waved a hand down her body. “—this?”

His smile vanished and his brow furrowed, as though she’d said something offensive. “What do you mean?”

“I mean me,” she said, huffing out a resigned sigh. “Therealme with the smudged make-up and my hair a mess and drool on my face. No space-age underwear holding back the muffin rolls. No gravity-defying push-up bra.” She shook her head again. “You’re saying you’re okay with this? With…justme?”

In an instant she was under him again, his weight pushing down on her, pinning her to the bed. His strong hands encircled her wrists, his powerful hips spread her thighs apart, and his rock-hard erection pressed against her core, making her gasp, making her buck against him. Sharp spikes of arousal flared in her clit as she rubbed herself on his thick cock, the friction making her moan.

A deep, rumbling growl emanated from the back of Jack’s throat, and the expression on his face….

Wolves could take lessons from Jack Martin on how to ensnare their prey.

His eyes were liquid blue need, his smile predatory yet completely disarming at the same time. And his voice… his voice was dark velvet.

Soft, luxurious, alluring.

Sophie would happily be his prey.

“Until I woke up beside you this morning, I thought last night had all been a fantastic dream.” He stared unflinchingly into her eyes. Into her very soul. “I watched you sleep because my tiny brain couldn’t comprehend how the fuck I came to be so lucky as to wake up with you in my arms.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open on a gasp, but then she smiled. She couldn’t help herself. Never in all of her life had a man said something so lovely to her, so romantic, or with such sincerity. “Thank you,” she whispered, afraid if she said it any louder that he’d change his mind and take it all back.

It was a foolish thought—Jack had been nothing but a gentleman—but experience was a cruel mistress.

Before she could say anything else, Jack moved off the bed and hauled her up with him. He gripped her hip in one hand and slid the other to her nape, then pulled her close and kissed her.

The moment his lips touched hers, she moaned and melted against him, let him deepen their kiss until her pussy was clenching, wanting him inside her, and she was practically panting with need.

But then he pulled away, smirking at her eagerness, and she realised she’d somehow straddled one of his thighs. Heat flamed her cheeks again. She’d been humping his leg like a bitch in heat.

She tried to pull away, but Jack’s grip tightened on her body and he held her fast. “Don’t even think about running away from me, angel,” he growled. “You’re perfect exactly as you are.”

Sophie stared at Jack in amazement and smiled. No wonder Ethan had never introduced them. She probably would have jumped ship within ten minutes of meeting him, especially if he’d spoken to her like he just had.

Leaning in for another kiss, their lips were just about to touch when someone started knocking on their door. Banging was more accurate. They both turned towards the interruption and sighed. Then Jack stroked her hair back from her face and placed a quick kiss on the tip of her nose, making her blush again.

This man….

“Why don’t you hop in the shower, and I’ll get rid of whomever is out there and then order us some brunch.”

“You don’t want to shower with me?” she asked, the mischief in her tone belying her over-the-top pout.

Jack chuckled, then slid his hand to the front of her throat and squeezed lightly. “Baby, if I get in the shower with you, I’ll just make you all dirty again.”

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