His eyes darken, and he growls a sexy sound. “Later. But right now, it’s my turn to taste you again.”
We’re lying on our backs, next to each other, after that last round of sex. Both panting and soaked with sweat. My tank is drenched through and stuck to my body.
I am actually starting to think that Jack is a robot.
A legit, real robot.
I’ve never known a guy who could go for that long or that much.
I thought it was only in myths and pornos.
Seems it happens in real life too.
I’m not quite sure I deserve it. Deserve him. All gorgeous, six-foot-three fucking machine of him.
But I’m not going to look this gift horse in the mouth either. I might be stupid, but I’m not totally dumb.
I promised myself one night with Jack, and I plan on making the absolute most of it.
Even if that means I’ll be walking tomorrow like I’ve got saddle sore.
It will be totally worth it.
“Are you real?” I turn my head to look at him.
He’s smiling. “I’m not sure how to answer that question.”
I shift onto my side, placing my hand under my head to support it. “Your stamina is unreal.”
He laughs.
“I’m serious.” I press my hand to his damp chest. “It’s inhuman. Are you a machine or something?”
He’s still laughing, louder now. He moves onto his side, putting us face-to-face. “You’re good for a man’s ego.”
“And you’re good for a woman’s orgasm count.” I grin.
His hand lands on my thigh. He lifts it, hooking it over his leg, bringing me closer to him.
I like that he needs me near. I like it a whole lot.
“And we’ve only just gotten started.” He kisses me once, softly, gently.
So out of context with the way he just spent the last …
Actually, what the hell time is it?
My eyes seek out the alarm clock on my nightstand.
Jesus. It’s late.
“Do you need to go back to your apartment?”
“Do you want me to go back to my apartment?”
“Stop answering a question with a question.” I lightly bat at his chest, and he chuckles. “I’m not kicking you out. I was just wondering if Eleven needed to be fed.”
“I put her food down before I left for our date, so she’s good.”
“She won’t break out again?”
“It’s always a possibility.”
“You can … bring her over here, if you want to …”
He stares back at me. “Are you asking me to stay the night?”
Looking away, I shrug and bite my lip.
I do want him to stay. But I’m afraid to admit it to myself as much as I’m afraid to admit it to him.
His finger curls under my chin, and his thumb tugs my lip free.
“Well, if you were asking me to get my pussy and stay over tonight, then my answer would most definitely be yes.”
Laughter splutters from me. “Your pussy?”
His brow rises, but I can see the humor in his eyes. “Cat. You pervert.”
“Uh-huh. I’m the pervert,” I tease. “You’re the one who brought up pussies.”
“I like pussies. They’re my favorite.”
I’m laughing harder now. I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this. “No kidding.”
He gently pushes me onto my back. Climbing over me, his hips between mine, he holds himself up on his hands and stares down at me.
“What?” I ask, smiling up at him.
“I like it when you laugh. A fuck of a lot. Your whole face lights up, and you get this glow about you. You are always beautiful, Audrey. But when you laugh, you are on a whole other level.”
My heart feels like it’s stopped beating. Like time has ceased moving.
That’s literally the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I honestly have no words.
All I can do is stare at him.
I reach a hand to his face. I brush my fingers over his forehead, down his temple, along his cheekbone, loving the way his eyes close at my touch.
I place my hand to his cheek and guide his mouth down to mine as I lift my head up to meet him halfway.
“Ask me,” he whispers right before our lips touch.
“What?”
“You know what.”
He wants me to ask him to stay over.
Why is this such a big deal for me to say? It’s not like I’m asking the guy to marry me.
Taking a breath, I shove my nerves away and whisper, “Stay the night.”
He presses his lips to mine, softly kissing me. “My answer will always be yes.”
I can’t help but smile against his mouth.
Then, he gives me one more lasting peck on the lips and pushes off me, getting up from the bed. “I’ll go get Eleven and bring her back here. I’ll be five minutes, max.”
I watch Jack as he pulls on his jeans and pushes his feet into his boots.
“Your sweater’s in the living room,” I tell him, biting my lip at the memory of him removing it.
Jack grins, and then he leans down and gives me another kiss before he exits my bedroom. I hear the click of the front door opening and shutting a second later.
I flop back on my bed, letting out a giggle, covering my face with my hands.
I can’t believe I just had sex with Jack.
Multiple times!
Oh. My. Sweet. God!
He’s so frigging hot.
And I can’t stop smiling.
I have just broken every single rule in my own damn book, and I don’t care.
Because, you know … orgasms.
I know I should have ended the night just then. Not asked him to stay over.
But truth be told … I want him here.
And it’s not just the sex. Although that is awesome.
It’s having him here. Talking to him. Listening to him talk to me. Having that physical closeness with another human being.
Just to have one night when I’m not alone and afraid.
And being with Jack, it’s so much more than I imagined it could be.
It has been so long since I had anything near to what I’ve had tonight.
Well, honestly, I have never had anything
