“Answer me.” I hear him again. His tone is forceful and seductive. The way he’s looking and speaking is turning me on. I don’t think I’ve experienced such lust and want. The look in his eyes makes me think that my body is his next meal. And, God help me, the words coming out of his mouth are so fucking naughty. I only thought the characters in my books talked like this.

I love every minute of it.

I love how he wants me.

How he’s behaving for me.

This is my Jack. He’s always been bad, but never bad for me. I’m going to take all that he has to give. I want bad Jack and hell, I’ve waited long enough.

I know I should respond. Something needs to come out of my mouth, but there are no witty comebacks formulating in my brain. I close my eyes to process, but it’s fogged from his sexual energy. When I open them, I simply nod. I’m buying my time to strategize my next move.

I choose to answer with my body.

Carefully lifting my leg up off the floor, I place it on his shoulder. My hand moves to his head for balance while my other one slowly lifts my dress. I am opening myself up to him in more ways than one.

His eyes dilate while his teeth come out and bite his lower lip. Never breaking my hold, I push his head toward my drenched panties. “You tell me, Jack.” I hear a slight growl coming from the back of his throat. The hunger in his eyes as he licks his lips are almost enough to make me explode right then and there.

I continue to move his head toward my sweet spot as I feel his hands make their way up my dress. My insides heat up with each torturous slide of his hands. Stopping at my hips, he grips hold of me tightly.

Instinctively, my hips move to his touch, a slow moving grind. The anticipation is overwhelming. All of my senses are on overload, and he hasn’t even touched the most sensitive parts of me. I inhale deeply as I begin to flutter. On my exhale, I can’t help the moans escaping. My only words are a slight whimper, “Oh, fuck.” His smug chuckle lets me know he heard me.

Jack ass, but I love it.

I look down at him, his hands firmly in place. I really want to scream, "lick me, already,” but something tells me that Jack is a man who takes his time. And that can be both good and bad.

Every girl wants a man to go slow. Let each touch, kiss, and lick build up. No rushing. Exploring each other and not leaving any part out. Letting it build up until both of you are ready to explode. Most of my experiences would not fall into this category. Patience is not my strongest suit. Most days, it’s pretty nonexistent. I love to get off and get off quick. I’m an instant gratification girl.

With Jack, I feel like a walking contradiction. One minute, I want slow and deliberate. Then the next, I can’t take it anymore. I just want him to rip off my panties and go right at it.

I’m sure Jack can handle both. But he appears to prefer the slow and torturous route right now.

Jerking my body further toward his face, I whisper to him, “Jack, are you going to get your answer?” As if he was reading my thoughts, he forcefully closes the gap. His nose begins to move up and down my panties. “Fuck, Jenny, you smell incredible. So sweet."

I hear him take a deep breath through this nose. “Fuck. I can’t wait to taste you.” My one leg that’s holding me up begins to buckle at the knee. If I don’t get some control quick, my ass will be on the floor.

Jack must sense my trembling leg and within in seconds he scoops me up. Somehow, he’s picked me up while buried in his face. He spins me around and places me on my work desk. Without a word, he spreads my legs apart and pulls my ass to the edge. His hands move to the bow that keeps my dress wrapped and pulls on each end until I feel the air hit my chest and belly. “Lay back. I want my taste.”

Without hesitation I do as I’m told. My heart rate is kicked up a notch, and my clit throbs to the point of pain. I want to close my eyes and take it all in, but I don’t want to miss anything.

Forcing my eyes open, I watch him. I watch him stare at my body like he’s studying it. His eyes take their time as they scan from my head to my toes, and then back to my face. His blue eyes penetrate me while his hands trace the same imaginary path that his eyes just completed.

Jack takes his time. He pauses at each curve, bump, scar, freckle, and dimple. It’s as if he wants to see what I like, what I respond to. Holy hell, it’s like he’s imprinting it to his memory. Neither one of us speaks. No words are needed right now; it would ruin our intimate moment. Our connection. Jack makes me feel like I’m a blank canvas and he’s ready to create.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? Every inch of your body deserves to be worshiped and pleasured by me. I fucking loved watching you touch your body. Tell me Jenny, do you love making yourself come?” His hands begin to slide up my inner thighs, and my legs open even further. I’m opening myself up to him in a way that I didn’t think I would ever do.

My chest is heaving from our increased heated connection. “Yes. I love making my body come.”

“I know you do. Show me, Jenny. Touch yourself for me. Tease yourself over your panties. You touching your body is such a turn on. Show me. Now.”

Looking at Jack’s furrowed brow, I can see that he’s just as affected by me. Fuck, I want to see that look on him always. I open my dress up so that I’m fully exposed. My fingertips gradually make their way down to the edge of my panties. I glide them across and trace the line. With each stroke, a strong current travels downward.

Jack’s tongue peeks out and licks his lips as if he’s thirsty. Again, he studies my movements and it encourages me to keep going. It’s as if he’s a student learning a lesson.

My fingers move over my clit and down to my ass then back up again. I repeat this over and over again, increasing my speed each time. My panties are warm and wet, a clear invitation for him. He must sense it because on my last rub he takes hold of my hand and lifts it to his face to inhale my scent. When he then looks directly at me, it makes my hips jolt.

“It’s my turn now.” God help me, but his turn is going to kill me, a slow and pleasurable death that only we crave. It’s one that I want to experience over and over again.