CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Jack
“That must be the best apple pie I’ve had in years.” I pat my stomach, placing my empty plate on the coffee table. “Maybe the best ever.”
Sarah’s eyes brighten with pride as she forks the last bit of her piece of pie into her mouth, lips wrapping around the fork in a way that shouldn’t be seductive in the least. However, when it comes to her, I think just about everything she does is sexy.
I spot a small crumb clinging to the corner of her lips. Leaning closer to where she sits beside me on her couch, I reach out a hand to cup her chin. Her eyes widen, caught off guard.
“You’ve got a little crumb”—I lean in closer, holding her gaze—“right here.” I dart the tip of my tongue out to nab it, and the way her breath hitches slightly sends gratification rushing through me. My mouth moves across her bottom lip, pressing tiny kisses, and when her grasp on her plate wobbles, I take it from her and place it none too gently on the coffee table to join my own.
The moment her hands are free, she catches me off guard. Sliding her hands into my hair, she fuses her mouth to mine in a frantic, devouring kiss. Rising to her knees, she pushes me back against the couch, straddling me, as our tongues tangle and our breathing becomes ragged.
My hands glide down over her soft curves until I grip her firm ass in my palms, pulling her closer. She tears her lips from mine, mouth swollen from our kiss, and her heavy-lidded gaze meets mine.
“I don’t want a repeat of last night.”
My brow furrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Dusting soft kisses along my jawline, she whispers, “I don’t want it to be one-sided again.”
Fuck if that doesn’t send a surge of blood rushing to my cock as her lips latch onto my earlobe, sucking before she gently grazes it with her teeth. Her hands start untucking my shirt from my jeans, pulling it up and helping me tug it over my head.
“Ah.” She sighs, eyes taking in the sight of my bared upper body. “Your body should come with its own disclaimer.”
A surprised laugh escapes me. “Like what?”
Her light blue eyes are dancing mischievously. “Like ‘Must gird ovaries if in close proximity to this one.’”
My chuckle is cut short when she removes her shirt, leaving her in a simple beige bra. With her eyes locked on mine, she reaches back to unclasp it before slipping it down over her shoulders and tossing it aside.
My hands immediately move to cup her bare breasts with nipples already hardening, and when she arches into my touch, it urges me on. Dipping my head, I latch my lips over one rosy peak, sucking it into my mouth before flicking it with the tip of my tongue.
Moving to the other, her fingers tighten their grasp on my hair, pressing herself closer as if she can’t get enough of my touch. Her responsiveness drives me on, my cock painfully hard, and it’s as though she recognizes this. One of her hands moves to dip beneath the front waistband of my jeans, and her fingertips graze the head, causing me to jerk at her touch.
Suddenly, I’m desperate for more. Shifting our positions and placing her back on the couch, my fingers are frantic in their movements, working to unfasten and remove her jeans. Sliding them down her slim legs, my eyes feast on the sight of her body clad in only panties and socks. When my hands shift to remove her panties, she stops me.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Her gaze is full of heat as she watches me comply and stand. Removing my jeans and socks, I hitch my thumbs in the waistband of my boxer briefs.
“What do you think? Can you handle all of me? Naked? Or do you need to gird your ovaries?” I tease.
With a pointed look, she lifts one leg, removing a sock then repeating the action with the other before sliding her panties down her legs and kicking them off. With a sly smile, she nods toward my underwear. “I can handle it.”
Shoving the briefs down, I kick them to the side before joining Sarah, a hiss escaping our lips at the touch of our naked flesh. My cock nestles between her thighs, pressing against her core. With my forearms braced on either side of her head, I rest my weight on them, hands framing her face, thumbs lightly brushing against the softness of her cheeks. “You’re beautiful,” I say softly, my gaze direct.
You’re beautiful, and I’m falling in love with you.
Something shifts in those light blue eyes as if my declaration has made her uncomfortable. Before she can get herself worked up in a panic, my mouth crashes down on hers, and I find myself kissing her with a unique desperation. Because I’m trying to communicate my feelings to a woman who wants nothing to do with feelings, emotional entanglements, or anything remotely connected to a romantic relationship.
I’m trying to get her to see past her misgivings, to see what I bring to the table, to see us. I want—need—for her to see how well we work.
She returns the kiss with a passion rivaling my own, her palms gliding down my back until she gets to my ass and pulls me toward her roughly, bringing my tip to prod at her entrance.
Breaking the kiss, my voice is hoarse with arousal. “Condom,” I manage to get out, shifting to reach for one in my pants pocket, but she stops me.
“I’m on the pill, and I always get tested.”
My head turns slowly, my eyes searching her expression before I speak. “I’m clean and haven’t been with anyone sin—”
Sarah doesn’t let me finish; instead, her palms tug me roughly toward her, and my cock easily slips inside her. Fuck, the feel of her wet warmth surrounding me is almost too much; not to mention, I’ve never had unprotected sex before. A part of me is dying to know if this means she’s on the same page with me, if she’s opening up to the possibility of us being…an us.
The moment she wraps her legs around my waist, causing me to shift even deeper, my thoughts disappear, my intent only to show the woman beneath me just how good we can be together. To show her I love everything about her.
It’s up to me to break down those walls around her heart so my love can finally surge through, filling all those tiny fissures until my name is etched on her heart.
The way she’s etched hers on mine.