Chapter 32
CHAPTER 32
When they got back to his house, Jack took Haleigh’s hands and guided her toward the bedroom.
The door closed with a snick behind her, and something about the sound set her blood on fire.
Still holding her hands, he sat down on his bed and eased her toward him so she was standing between his legs. He looped her arms around his neck, then traced his hands slowly down her waist and hips, like he was memorizing every dip and soft, round curve. Their eyes remained locked, Jack’s pupils dilating until there was more black than bronze in his gaze. The only sound in the room was their increasingly ragged breaths.
“Is this all right?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
“It’s more than all right,” Haleigh murmured. She slid her fingers up his neck so she could cup his face, then brought her mouth to his.
Jack kissed her the same way he had at the arcade. Hungry, possessive. His tongue nudged the seam of her mouth, and they both gasped as she opened herself up to him.
Haleigh dragged her fingers up through his hair and pushed her chest against his.
His hands slid down her back and cupped her ass, drawing her nearer. She could feel him toying with the waistband of her jeans, his fingertips feathering across her thighs. Every touch increased the aching thrum between her legs.
“I need these off of you,” he growled.
“Then take them off,” she said against his lips. “Please.”
He guided her back a few steps, then dropped to his knees in front of her. She had to swallow down a moan at the sight of him, this person she had wanted for so long, loved for so long, fantasized about for so long, there on the floor, staring up at her through his long light lashes like he was worshipping her. In this position, it was impossible to miss the hard press of him against his zipper.
He slowly unhooked the button of her pants and eased down the zipper. Her legs shook as he drew them down inch by achingly slow inch until he’d exposed her black satin panties. Another growl rumbled against his throat.
Placing his hands on the sides of her lower thighs, he traced his fingers up her legs.
She liked to think of their time together in Hawaii as the best sex she ever had. And it was, because it was with Jack. But when it came to the mechanics of the thing, it hadn’t been their finest work. They’d both been nervous and awkward and inexperienced, and Haleigh was still learning what she liked and didn’t like. They’d both been trying too hard to make it like what they thought sex was supposed to be.
Jack had clearly gained some confidence since then. In Hawaii, he’d kept his mouth on her breasts and her lips; now, he kissed his way from her calves to the peak of her thighs, his tongue and teeth trailing along her skin. Then he kept going, kissing and licking and biting, nudging her legs apart to explore her inner thighs.
He blew a hot breath across the most sensitive parts of her and Haleigh’s knees weakened enough that she almost fell over. “I’m not going to be able to stay upright much longer,” she moaned.
“We better fix that,” Jack said. Without getting off his knees, he ushered her backward until her spine met the wall. There was a bureau right near her, and Haleigh had to brace an arm on it when Jack pulled one of her legs over his shoulder.
Her silk panties only heightened the sensation as he pressed his mouth to her core and dragged his tongue upward. Haleigh let out a groan, grinding her hips into his face and digging her free hand into his hair. Jack slipped a finger under the elastic of her underwear, teasing, as he stared up at her face again.
“You’re soaked,” he observed.
Haleigh hadn’t expected him to be a talker. And she also hadn’t expected for it to turn her on so much. But even as she blushed, she was bucking her hips, desperate for the pressure of him against her.
“You have no idea how hot this is for me.” He leaned down and took another lick of her. Haleigh was writhing and squirming, tugging at her underwear, wanting nothing between herself and him. “Knowing you want me this much. God. It’s everything.” This time he didn’t look at her face, too preoccupied with coaxing one moan, then another from her lips with his tongue and finger.
Haleigh managed to roll her underwear down her hips, but he stopped her before she could get them off.
“I’m still playing,” he mumbled.
She groaned his name, and that seemed to trigger some animal part of him because he yanked her underwear to her feet and stood. Taking her mouth with his, he spun her toward the bed with one hand and shed his clothes with the other. “Someday, I’m going to explore every inch of you with my mouth.”
“And I look forward to that,” Haleigh said between panting breaths. “But right now, I need you in me.”
Heat danced in his eyes as she pulled off her shirt, then lay back against the bed. Jack stood over her as he rolled the condom on, making that intense eye contact again that had her legs opening for him.
Leaning over her, he kissed her mouth, then each shoulder, tugging her bra down so he could capture her nipples gently between his teeth.
His dick prodded at her center, and Haleigh angled her hips, trying to get it in deeper. She’d never wanted someone so much before. It felt like she might go mad, like her body might erupt, if he wasn’t inside her now.
When he finally slid all the way in, Haleigh let out a cry of pleasure as he filled her up completely.
Haleigh’s eyes opened. Jack lay beside her, his bare back to her, his hair a nest of light brown from all the times she’d tugged on it.
Sex had never been like that before for her, and somewhere between her second and third orgasm, as she’d straddled Jack, the two of them moving in perfect unison, their gazes as connected as every other part of them, she’d had all the confirmation she needed that it was him.
It had always been Jack.
Brian was a great guy. But what they were building could never compare to what she and Jack already had. They didn’t understand each other that way. They couldn’t read what the other was thinking from a simple look. They weren’t always on the same page without even trying to be. And while some of that might be all the time Haleigh and Jack had spent together since second grade, some of it was just them. They’d always been that way.
Jack knew her face, her heart, her soul. So many tiny little threads wove them together, creating a tapestry that could bend and twist but never break.
Jack was her person.
Haleigh was his.
A million dates with a million people would never change that.
She smoothed a hand over his back, appreciating its warm, soft spread. He stirred at her touch and rolled over.
Haleigh slotted herself against his side, cradling her arms on his chest, and gazed up at him.
“I think I need to talk to Brian.”
A lazy grin spread across Jack’s face. “I knew I’d win.”