I’ve upset him with my harsh tone. I hate that I have.
I don’t like that I’m so messed up. I wish I were different for him.
Jack and I are in this pseudo relationship, where neither of us really knows the other.
All I know about Jack is that he was in the military, he’s an author, and he fucks like a god.
And all he knows about me is that I have a brother.
We know so very little about each other.
How can we have a real relationship when we don’t know anything about each other?
And is a real relationship what I want with Jack?
I’m happy with the way things are right now.
“Sorry,” I say, laying my head back on the sofa, looking at him in the eyes.
“What for?”
“Because …” I let the word drift off because, really, what do I say? Sorry that I’m shut up like a locked box? That I’m a bitch? That I’m a crap girlfriend? Take your pick.
He reaches a hand over and brushes my hair behind my ear. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Audrey.” He smiles at me.
I know he’s letting me off, and I love him for it.
And I do.
Love him.
Completely and madly.
I don’t need to know this man’s past to love him. Only the him in the now.
And maybe he doesn’t need to know mine to care for me.
This here is who we are. Together. And that is all that matters.
“Well, except for …”
I tense at his words.
“The fact that you’re sitting all the way over there.”
I immediately relax. “I’m sitting right next to you.”
“Like I said … too far.” He pats his lap with his hand.
Fighting a smile, I get up and straddle his lap, my legs going on either side of his. “Happy?” I ask him.
He tips his head back, staring up at me. “Hang on.”
His hands grab hold of both my ass cheeks, and he shifts me forward, putting me right against his hardening dick. My hands land on his chest as that zip of energy that I always feel with him makes its way through my body.
“Now, I am.” His eyes grin up at me.
“Are you ever not horny?” I can hear how breathless I already sound.
How can I go from worried to horny in a few moments?
Him.
Jack is the reason.
“Around you?” He smirks. “Nope.”
I slide my hands up his chest, putting my arms around the back of his neck, bringing our faces close together.
I stare into his eyes, wanting to tell him everything that I feel for him.
The one thing I hadn’t felt until he walked into my life.
Happy.
Such a singular word. A small word. But it means so much to me.
He means so much to me.
“You make me happy,” I tell him, hoping that I make the importance of these words known.
He likes that. I see the way his face changes into a smile.
“You make me happy too. And … you’ll make me even happier right now if you slip out of those sleep shorts”—he tugs on the fabric of them—“and then climb back up here on my lap and sit yourself down on my dick.”
He winks, and I laugh.
I’m not laughing a moment later when he puts his mouth on mine and kisses me.
The feel of his lips on mine … it is electric. Every molecule of my being pays attention when Jack touches me.
When he’s with me like this, I feel like there is no more me. Just us. I drown in him, and I like it more than I can say.
I slide my hands up into his hair. Fingers sifting through the silky, wavy strands.
Something feels different about this moment. I don’t have the words to explain it.
Just … his kiss is softer, gentler. Searching.
I’m not wholly sure what it is he’s seeking from within me, but I am here for it.
I’m here for him. With him.
There is nowhere else I would ever want to be.
He exhales, and it tickles my lips.
Then, the kiss turns deep. Endless.
Each sweep of his mouth over mine runs together, creating a never-ending kiss.
I squirm restlessly in his lap, needing more contact.
He makes no move to give it to me.
His hands slide up my back, into my hair, fingers tangling into the strands, while his tongue continues stroking mine.
Then, his fingers move to my neck, tracing a line down to my shoulders.
I want his hands on my breasts. But they just stay there, teasing circles on the skin of my shoulders.
I don’t know where Jack is going to take this moment. But I’m more than ready and willing to go wherever he wants.
A finger slides under the strap of my tank and moves lower.
Yes.
But instead of dragging the cup down to free my breast, like he normally would, his finger just trails a path over the swell of my breast.
It’s the sweetest form of torture.
His mouth leaves mine and kisses a path across my jaw to my ear. Teeth grazing the lobe, his breath hot and flirting with my skin, he whispers, “I’m crazy about you, Audrey.”
His words … his touch … make me shiver.
His mouth moves down my neck. I tip my head back, giving him access.
The hint of tongue on my skin, and I’m ready to combust.
But still, he hasn’t put a hand on my breast or down my pants.
My important bits are screaming for attention.
“Jack,” I moan. I shift myself forward, closer to his hard cock, needing to press myself against it.
When I make contact, my eyes close, and I see stars behind my lids.
Jack’s mouth finds mine again. He moans as his tongue sweeps inside my mouth.
His hand palms my lower back, and I start to slowly ride him through the thin material of our sleep clothes.
“Audrey,” he whispers my name, and it sounds like a prayer.
One I’m more than happy to answer.
“I want to see you.”
Does he mean … he wants
