Chapter Four
Jack
The kiss was supposed to shut her up. It was just a distraction. A way to put her in her place.
But fuck me…now I’m the one reeling.
Every ounce of desire I’ve been holding back, every wall I’ve put up between us, comes crashing down the second her lips touch mine.
I’ve never once crossed this line with a client before. I’ve walked away from temptation more times than I can count. But Charlotte Freeman? She’s been undoing me since the second she stepped out of that hotel room in that damn dress.
One kiss has me questioning every fucking rule I’ve ever lived by.
She’s breathing hard, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. Her brown eyes look dazed, wide and uncertain, but burning with something that mirrors the fire in my own chest.
“W-why?” she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. “Why did you kiss me?”
I drag a hand down my face, fighting to rein myself in, get myself back under control, but the truth slips out anyway.
“Because I’ve wanted to all damn day,” I say simply. Anything else would be a lie.
Her eyes widen, a faint pink creeping over her skin, painting her like temptation itself. “So why did you stop?” she whispers.
I pause, shocked at her words. In the short time I’ve spent with her, I’ve discovered that she has the unique ability to surprise me. And that in itself is a surprise.
“Did you not want me to stop?” I ask with a slow smirk.
“What if I don’t?”
The air between us shifts, charged, dangerous. My jaw tightens. I know I need to tread carefully. She’s so fucking young, probably inexperienced. One wrong move, and I’ll burn us both down.
“You’re playing with fire, princess.”
She shrugs, dropping her gaze as if to hide her flaming cheeks.
“I don’t mind getting burned,” she mutters shyly, then she squares her shoulders like she’s forcing herself to be brave.
“You make me feel things I don’t even have words for.
My heart beats too fast, my body feels too warm…
like something inside me is waking up that I didn’t even know existed. ”
Her innocence wrecks me. The way she says it so honestly, so unguarded, makes me want to laugh and groan at the same time. She’s fucking adorable…and I want to ruin her.
I move closer, sliding my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her against me. Her breath hitches as I lower my mouth to her temple, dragging slow, deliberate kisses along her cheek, down the soft line of her jaw, then lower to the delicate curve of her throat.
“You tempt me, princess,” I murmur against her skin, my lips brushing the rapid beat of her pulse. “You make me want things I’ve sworn to never take.”
Her fingers clutch at my shirt, small and desperate, as if she’s afraid I’ll let her go. “Jack…”
I press my lips to her ear, my voice a dangerous whisper. “You make me want to make a good girl out of you.”
Her sharp little intake of breath makes my cock twitch painfully.
I let the words linger, my hand tightening on her hip as I add, “And God help you, sweetheart, because if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to make you call me Daddy.”
“Daddy,” she whispers softly, as if testing the word on her tongue. Then she looks up at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I think I like the idea of calling you Daddy.”
The words hit me like a fucking sledgehammer.
For a second, I can’t breathe. Can’t think.
Then something inside me snaps.
I slam my mouth back onto hers, kissing her hard. She makes a soft sound in the back of her throat, her lips parting eagerly for me. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, claiming, demanding, and she clings to me like she doesn’t know how else to respond.
Her innocence makes me ache. She’s inexperienced, but fuck, she’s learning fast, matching me kiss for kiss like she was made for this.
I grip her hip harder, dragging her small body flush against mine. She gasps when she feels the thick press of my cock straining against my jeans.
I growl low in my chest, breaking the kiss to murmur against her swollen lips, “You feel that, princess? That’s what you do to me. You make Daddy lose control.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispers breathlessly.
Christ. She’s going to ruin me.
I tilt her chin up, forcing her wide brown eyes to hold mine. “Careful what you wish for, baby. Daddy doesn’t play nice.”
Instead of shying away, she smiles. Her blush deepens, and she whispers, “I don’t want nice.”
That’s it. The last thread of restraint shreds inside me.
I lift her easily, spinning us so I can sit on the bed with her astride my lap, her thighs bracketing my hips. She gasps at the sudden movement, her hands scrambling against my shoulders, but I keep her there, pressed against me, grinding her soft heat right where I need her.
Her head falls back on a moan, and I seize the delicate column of her throat with my hand, not squeezing, just holding, making her feel my claim. I trail my lips down her neck, biting lightly, soothing with my tongue, marking her with every pass.
I slide my free hand slowly up her thigh, loving the silky smoothness of her skin beneath my fingers.
She moans softly, her hips jerking involuntarily.
I lower my mouth to her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw, her neck, until I find that perfect spot where her pulse hammers wildly.
I bite, just hard enough to make her cry out, then soothe it with my tongue.
“Oh, Daddy…” she whispers, breathless, needy.
“Say it again,” I rasp, dragging my teeth along her throat.
“Daddy,” she moans, her voice breaking.
She doesn’t even know how dangerous this game is. Doesn’t know that she’s unleashing something inside me I’ve spent years caging.
I grip her ass and grind her down against me, my cock straining between us. She lets out a sharp gasp, then a breathy little moan that has me seeing fucking red.
“That’s it, princess,” I growl against her mouth, kissing her hard, devouring her. “Feel what you do to me. You make Daddy want to ruin you.”
Her nails rake down my chest, fumbling at the hem of my shirt, desperate for more.
“You want this?” I demand, my lips brushing hers, my voice rough and raw.
“Yes,” she whispers. Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen, her chest heaving against mine. “I want you.”
The way she says it, without hesitation…it fucking undoes me.
I slide my hand down her front, over the curve of her breast, teasing the hard peak through the thin cotton of my shirt she’s wearing. She arches into my touch, a soft whimper breaking free.
“Fuck, baby…you’re so sensitive.” I pinch lightly, making her gasp, then soothe it with my palm. My other hand skims up her thigh, slipping beneath the hem of the shirt, higher and higher until I can feel the soft heat of her pussy.
She stiffens, just barely, her breath catching.
I pause, my hand still against the inside of her upper thigh. Her body trembles, but not with fear…it’s something else. Something that makes me look up at her.
Her wide eyes meet mine, and I see it there. The truth.
“Christ,” I mutter, pulling back an inch, my chest heaving. “You’re a virgin.”
Her cheeks flame crimson, her lips parting as if to argue, but no words come out. Just a shaky little breath that tells me everything I need to know.
I close my eyes, dragging in a steady breath. “Fuck.”
“What? Have you never seen a virgin before?”
My head snaps up at her tone—sharp, defensive, like she’s daring me to make it an issue.
“It’s not that,” I grit out, my jaw locking so tight it hurts. “Christ, I don’t give a damn that you’re untouched.”
Her brows arch, and her chin tilts, like she’s trying to call my bluff. “Then what’s the problem?”
The problem is that she’s looking at me with wide, fearless eyes when she should be terrified. The problem is that I want to bury myself so deep inside her she’ll never forget the feel of me. The problem is that if I claim her now, there’s no going back…not for her, and sure as hell not for me.
I rake a hand down my face, laughing once, a low, humorless sound. “The problem, princess, is that once I take you, you’re ruined for anyone else.”
Her lips part, her breath catching, but she doesn’t look away. She doesn’t flinch.
“Good,” she whispers, soft but steady. “That’s what I want.”
Her words slam into my chest like a fucking bullet.
I curse under my breath, gripping her hip hard enough that she gasps. “Careful what you wish for, baby girl.”
“I’m not scared of you,” she says, lifting her chin defiantly to look me in the eyes, “Daddy.”
I pull her against me and stand up. She gasps, her arms immediately circling my neck.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice shaking slightly like she already knows the answer.
“Granting your wish, princess,” I mutter, as I lay her gently on the bed. For a moment, I just stand over her, drinking in the sight—the tousled hair framing her flushed face, the wide brown eyes, the red lips already swollen from my kisses.
My beautiful, reckless, impossible girl.
I lower myself over her, pressing my mouth to hers in a slow kiss. I take my time, savoring her taste while my hands roam her body. I tug my shirt up her thighs, letting my fingers graze bare skin, and she shivers beneath me, so sensitive it damn near undoes me.
Slowly, I strip off the shirt, sliding it slowly over her head, and she gasps as cool air hits her bare skin.
My breath catches when I see her small, perfect breasts, the dusky peaks already stiff, the smooth lines of her waist, the curve of her hips.
She squirms under my stare, trying to cover herself with her hands.
“Don’t,” I rasp, gently tugging her wrists away. I rake my gaze down her body, slow and deliberate. “Don’t you ever hide from me.”
Her cheeks flame, but she obeys, lying there trembling under my scrutiny. I drag a hand down the length of her body, savoring the feel of her…the soft swell of her breasts, the dip of her stomach.