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He gathers his cum with his thumb and uses it as lubrication, slowly rolling the bundle of nerves and forth. "Does that feel good?" He places two fingers on either side of my clit, squeezing them together as he rocks his fingers over me. "I can't fucking wait to bury my cock in you, Charlie. You know why?" he rasps, concentrating on his hand between my legs.

"Why?" I moan, bucking my hips.

"Because it will feel like coming home." He lowers his face between my legs and sucks me into his mouth. I gasp, biting my hand to stifle my scream. He lets go of my wrist to keep my thighs pressed to the bed, and I immediately thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. His low chuckle vibrates against my skin, sending me over the edge.

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From the moment I wake up, my heart beats like a drum. Camping with Jack. Alone. Goosebumps race down my arms as I pull on a t-shirt and leggings, skipping underwear for reasons I absolutely will not acknowledge.

I turn on the kettle and make tea, too wound up to risk coffee. Jack knocks softly on the door as I plop in the tea bags. The butterflies in my stomach go haywire. I take a deep breath and open the door, pushing a mug into his hands.

"You ready?" he asks gruffly, nodding his head in thanks.

"Yep." I swing my backpack over one shoulder and grab my tea.

He raises an eyebrow. "No coffee this morning?"

"Nope!" I say, acting like it's completely normal.

His eyes narrow, but he doesn't say anything as he follows me outside. He takes my bag and opens the door for me. He throws my bag in the back on his way around the truck and hops in, hissing as the tea spills over the rim and onto his hand.

"Let me hold it." I say, setting my mug on the dash, my hand covering his as he works his fingers out of the handle. I swear my skin sparks when we touch. I inhale sharply, my senses narrowing to that small touch. I look up at him when he doesn't let go. He's focused on my lips, his pupils dilated. He slides his seat all the way back and I move without fully meaning to, keeping my hand over his, the mug between us as I straddle him.

"Let go," he says gruffly, pulling the mug out of my hand before tossing it out the window.

"Hey!"

"I need both of my hands right now," he says, caressing my face, his whisky eyes capturing my soul.

"Good morning," I whisper, suddenly feeling shy.

"Good morning, Sassenach." His gaze tracks his fingers as they explore my face like he's memorizing this moment – memorizing me. My heart swells, physically hurting. I blink back tears. His fingers tremble against my lips. He catches a tear with his thumb. "I feel it, too," he says softly, taking a deep, shuddering breath.

"This—" I start, determined to remind him why this won't work. Can't work.

"Don't," he interrupts. "I can see the wheels turning in your head, Charlotte. Stop overthinking everything. Just live in this moment. Be present."

I link my arms behind his head and brush my lips against his, the kiss slow and sweet. His fingers sweep over my ribs, and I arch into him, needing more. He chuckles against my mouth, moving his hands in lazy circles higher and higher on my sides. He slides the back of one finger over the side of my breast; I bite back a moan. He pulls back, looking me in the eyes.

"I want to hear how I make you feel, Charlotte."

"Yes, sir," I say, trying to be sarcastic, but the words are breathless and heavy with need. Gaze darkening, his hands coast across the sides of my breasts, then cover them, kneading. I push into him, desperate for his touch. He pulses against my center as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. My eyes roll back, my body rocking against him. I don't hold back my moan this time. My body is strung tight, so close.

"Good girl," he whispers against my ear, his voice vibrating over my skin.

Oh, God. I whimper, and he answers with a moan, his mouth slamming down on mine.

"Get a room!" Isla yells at us as she stomps past us on the way to grab something from her car.

"We'll have to finish this later," Jack growls, lifting me and depositing me back in my seat. "Buckle up."

I'm still throbbing forty-five minutes later when we pull into the ferry parking lot.

"What do you want to do while we wait?" he asks, giving me a ridiculously sexy wink.

"NOT that," I say, looking at the cars surrounding us. I think for a second. "How about another game of truth or dare?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Okay."

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