Immediately, embarrassment and shame start to cover me.
“Don’t.”
I give him a confused look. “Don’t what?” I whisper.
“Be self-conscious or whatever the fuck it is you’re feeling right now. It’s me, Audrey. You never have to feel either of those things with me. I just need to know the boundaries. Where I can and can’t touch you.”
I lick my dry lips, swallowing. “You can … touch me everywhere … just not here.” I press my hand to the marred section of skin that sits beneath my breasts and above my belly button.
“Okay.” He nods. “So, the boobs are mine.”
The glint in his eyes has my own lips tugging upward.
“All yours.” And to prove the point, I unsnap my bra through my tank. Pull the straps down my arms and tug it free from its confines.
Jack leans forward and presses a kiss to my mouth. Then, he moves down, planting a kiss in the center of my chest.
His hand comes up, cupping my breast through my tank. The contact is amazing. But I wish I could feel his skin on me.
He rubs his thumb over my nipple, and I shudder.
His mouth finds mine. With a sweep of his tongue, his teeth graze over my bottom lip.
“I want to see you here.” He gives a gentle squeeze of my boob. “I want to touch you here. Kiss you here.”
I want that too, but …
“I’m going to pull your tank down a little, so I can kiss you there. I won’t go any lower than there.” His finger draws a line down between my breasts, making me shiver.
My heart starts to pound in my chest as he begins to kiss a path down to my breasts.
When his fingers curl over the fabric of my tank and he lowers it slowly, carefully, my body starts trembling.
“Is this too much, too soon?” He presses a kiss to the swell of my breast.
I shake my head. “Just … don’t go too far.”
“You can trust me,” he says, and I believe him.
In this moment, I trust Jack with me, and I never thought I would be able to say that ever again.
The revelation is startling to me.
Jack lowers the fabric of my tank until he reveals my nipple. He groans a low, erotic sound that vibrates all the way down to my core.
“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs and then closes his lips around my nipple.
A hot gasp escapes me. My hands immediately go to his head, clutching him to me.
It feels insanely good. And it’s been forever since any man touched me skin to skin here.
Jack swirls his tongue around my nipple, teeth skimming the hardened point of it, while he makes quick work of freeing the other breast, cupping it in his hand.
My tank sits beneath my breasts, covering what he can never see but giving him the access we both so desperately need.
Jack licks and sucks each breast, driving me to the point of crazy.
My hips are restless, searching him out.
When I feel his hand move between my legs, I almost come apart right then and there.
Fingers slide inside the fabric, slipping easily between my folds because I’m embarrassingly wet for him.
“Jesus,” Jack groans. “You’re soaked.”
He slides a finger inside me, and it’s my turn to moan.
His finger retreats as quickly as it arrived, and I whimper at the loss.
“Don’t worry,” he croons. “I got you.”
He slides my panties off, getting the last barrier out of the way.
“Spread your legs wide for me, Audrey.”
I shamelessly do as he asked, widening them for him. Opening myself up for him.
I’m not a bare-down-there kind of girl. I have a neatly trimmed landing strip, which he seems to appreciate, if his heated expression is anything to go by.
“Sexy as fuck,” he rumbles.
I watch him as he runs a finger down between my lips, and then with a deliberate slowness, he pushes it back inside of me.
The desire in his eyes is an aphrodisiac in itself. Seeing the way his bright eyes darken with desire over me is my new favorite thing.
“Need to taste you,” he growls, and then he covers my pussy with his mouth.
Jesus.
I cry out at the feel of his hot mouth on my most sensitive part.
I can’t remember the last time a man did this to me.
Maybe that’s because they never did it the way Jack is. It’s like he knows exactly how and where to touch me.
His tongue swirls my clit with just the right amount of pressure. While his finger makes good work inside me, fucking me.
Watching his head move between my legs is incredibly erotic. I want to take a photo, just for spank-bank purposes alone.
It’s not long before I feel the telltale signs of an impending orgasm. My legs start to tingle.
It’s quick, but honestly, I’m not surprised.
It has been a long time since I came by anything other than my own hand.
“Jack …” I breathe his name like a prayer.
“That’s it. Come for me.” His muffled words against my clit are my undoing.
It hits me with the force of a tornado. Picking me up and tossing me around. My whole body shaking from the intensity of it.
And it is a hell of a long time before I come back down to earth.
I’m sprawled on the bed, unable to hold myself up.
My eyes move down to Jack, who is still sitting between my legs. His mouth glistens with my desire for him.
I watch, enraptured, as he runs his tongue around his lips, tasting the last of me.
I swear I come again just from seeing that.
“So incredibly fucking hot.”
He kicks off his boots. His hands go to his jeans, and he shoves them down his legs. His eyes not leaving me once.
But mine stray the exact moment he removes his boxer shorts.
“Jesus,” I whisper at the sight of his long, thick erection straining upward.
“Not his. Mine.” He smirks.
My mind goes back to our earlier conversation, and I bite my lip, teasing, “Ready to show me
