6. Jack
Chapter 6
Jack
With a groan of defeat, I kiss her. And, fuck, it’s glorious.
Holly sighs as my teeth tug at her bottom lip, and she parts her lips with a muffled moan. I deepen the kiss, my tongue tangling with hers, stroking and tasting her with sensual greed. I haul her closer, leaving the temptation of her lips to kiss along her jaw and neck, inhaling deep—citrus and snowy air and a scent that’s intrinsically Holly.
This woman is forbidden. Not only because she’s twelve years younger than me but because her dad is my employer. He’d have my balls if I fucked his daughter, not to mention my head. That knowledge has kept me away from her for two years, kept me from making the mistake of my life.
But how can it be a mistake when she feels so damn right in my arms? When it feels like fate. Providence. Like every choice, every moment, every breath has led me here—to her. I don’t know if we have an hour of life left or fifty years stretched ahead of us, but I can’t stop. I won’t.
My hand trembles as it brushes her cheek, her skin soft and warm against my calloused fingers. Her breath catches, her lips parting as her wide eyes search mine. She knows. She feels it too. This pull, this gravity drawing us together, defying all logic, all fear.
Her body is finally warm, snuggled against mine. It’s fucking freezing outside, and we’re both exhausted, but my lust for her—a lust I’ve carried for way longer than I should—sets my body on fire. We aren’t out of danger, but we’re safe for now.
“I shouldn’t do this,” I murmur, my voice raw, even as I lean closer, the space between us disappearing like it was never meant to be there at all.
“Don’t think,” she whispers, her voice trembling but sure. “Just be here. With me.”
That’s all it takes. The last thread of restraint snaps, and I capture her mouth again. It’s not a gentle kiss this time. It’s fierce, desperate, full of everything I’ve held back, everything I’ve wanted to say but couldn’t find the words for. She melts into me, her hands clutching at my shoulders, anchoring me to her as if I’m the only thing keeping her afloat.
The world outside could freeze over. It probably already has. But here, in her arms, I’ve found something I never dared to hope for—something worth fighting for. Worth dying for.
When we finally break apart, her forehead rests against mine, both of us breathless. Her lips are swollen, her eyes dark with emotion.
“I’m scared,” she says, her voice barely audible.
I know she’s not talking about the danger this time. She’s scared of this powerful emotion swelling between us.
“So am I,” I admit, my hand cradling the back of her head. “But whatever happens, we’ll face it together. I promise.”
She reaches up and gently traces her fingers over my beard, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through my entire being. With a soft murmur, she pulls me closer, her lips seeking mine once more.
This is it. We’re aware of the risks we’re taking, but we can’t resist the electric connection between us. Our bodies meld together, her curves fitting perfectly against my hard body. Her heart beats wildly against my chest, mirroring the erratic rhythm of mine. She shudders slightly, her breaths short and ragged.
Our lips fuse hotly, and I pull her closer, gripping her waist and relishing the warmth of her skin. This is the moment I’ve longed for. The moment everything aligns.
My hands wander, caressing her curves, while her soft kisses send my mind into a whirlwind of passion. Her breath quickens, her arms wrapping tighter around my neck, pulling me into the safety of her embrace. It’s as though the world has paused, and it’s only her and me, lost in the inevitable desire brewing between us.
Shifting her, I press her onto the sofa so she’s lying on her back. Fortunately, it’s wide, so we have room to maneuver. I trace gentle fingers along her cheek, and her eyes meet mine with an intensity I’ve never experienced before.
The world outside may be a cold, dangerous place, but within the warmth and safety of each other’s arms, we’re invincible.
My hands roam her body beneath the blanket, wanting her naked against me, but the propane heater hasn’t completely dispelled the chill.
“I want you, Jack,” she whispers against my cheek as I inhale her delicious scent. “But I’m not warm enough to take this shirt off.”
I laugh against her collarbone. “Fucking you while you’re wearing my shirt is on my bucket list, Hollyberry.”
She giggles. “When did you add that one to your list?”
“The second you came out of the bedroom wearing it,” I growl. “You look so fucking sexy.”
“Maybe we should just stay here, and I can wear your clothes all the time?” she suggests with a saucy smile.
I groan, dropping my head to her chest. “Don’t tempt me.
“We’ll have to sleep in here and share body heat,” she teases, her hazel eyes twinkling with mischief.
Her hands roam under the sweater I threw on after I washed. The sensation of her fingers on my bare skin takes my breath away. It feels so fucking good, having her touch me.
“Keep touching me like that, and body heat won’t be a problem,” I rasp, nuzzling her neck.
“Touch me, Jack,” she whispers. “Make me forget what’s going on out there in the world.”
I can’t ignore her plea. I cup her breast, sliding my thumb over her nipple through the shirt, and she moans in delight. I want her more of those sounds. More of her sweet skin. More of her.
I push the shirt up to reveal her pale breasts. “No bra, baby girl?”
“It was wet,” she says, her rosy nipples hardening in the chilled air.
I take one into my mouth, and Holly cries out, arching into me. I move to the other, licking and nibbling until she’s panting and writhing against me.
Reaching a hand between us, I find the waistband of her panties and tug them down her thighs. The heat of her pussy burns my hand as I slide it between her legs, the silky folds already wet and hot for me. My fingers slip between her cleft until I find her clit. Pressing my finger to her bundle of nerves, I tug on her nipple with my lips, raking my teeth over the taut peak.
Holly’s hips twist into me, and she releases a soft groan. I smile against her skin, enjoying her pleasure. I’m painfully hard for her, but I take it slow. She all but told me she was a virgin earlier, and I’m a big guy. I don’t want to simply get her off and fuck her. I want to imprint myself on her so she’ll never forget me. I want her to crave more of me if we ever get out of this situation.
I slide my finger into her wet entrance, drinking in her soft mewls and gasps of need. I kiss her neck, sucking and licking, her body flushed with anticipation. This is it. I’m going to have her, and nothing can stop me.
“Holly, you feel so good,” I breathe against her heated skin, my finger sliding in and out, my thumb brushing her clit. Her inner muscles clench around me as I insert one thick digit, desperate for more of my touch.
“Jack, please,” she pleads, her hips bucking and begging for release, desire darkening her hazel eyes to molten gold.
God, I want her screaming my name. Only mine.
With one final, sweetly deep thrust, I remove my finger from her tight cunt and move away from her, my cock straining against my jeans. I pull off my sweater and tug my jeans down my thighs with my boxers, releasing my straining cock from the unforgiving material.
“You’re beautiful,” she murmurs as I slide back under the blanket, running her hands over my back.
I kiss her nose as I slide my hand between her thighs again. “Not as beautiful as you.”
Her breathing is labored as I touch her, my fingers tracing her silky, slick folds. Her hips lift to meet my hand, her body responding to my touch. I stroke her clit gently at first, then with more intensity as she moans loudly.
My lust rises at her uninhibited response, my cock straining against her hip. I want her so badly, but we need to be quiet. We have to be careful.
“Shhh,” I whisper, my hand still moving between her legs, my lips teasing her nipple. “We don’t want to attract any attention.”
She nods, her eyes wide with lust and a trace of fear.
Gently, I ease my finger into her again, savoring her tight, wet heat. I thrust my finger in and out, in and out, working her up, taking her to the edge.
Her hands clutch my hair. “Jack, I need…”
“You need to come. I know. I’ll give you what you need.” I add another finger, thrusting them deep, my thumb busy on her clit. “Let it happen, baby girl.”
“I need more, Jack. I need more,” Holly whimpers, her hips bucking against my hand.
Her fingernails claw at my back, but they don’t cause me pain. The scrape of her nails against my skin only adds to my pleasure. I thrust my hips against her thigh. I need to be inside her, and soon, but not until she comes on my hand.
My mouth moves to her other nipple, clamping down on it with my teeth. Gently at first, then harder when she covers her mouth with her hand to smother her cries. Oh, yes, my little Hollyberry likes a little pain with her pleasure. She’s eager for more.
I bite her nipple harder, flicking at it with my tongue. Holly lets out a low growl, her free hand gripping my hair. She’s ready to explode, her body trembling. I continue to tease her, my thumb pressing and swirling around her clit, my fingers thrusting deep inside her. She’s so wet, so tight, her muscles clenching desperately around my hand.
“Please, Jack,” she begs, her voice hoarse with desire. “Please, I need it. I need you inside me.”
“Nothing I want more, baby girl, but not until you come for me. Come for me, and I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll never want anyone but me inside this greedy pussy. But not”—I rake my teeth over her nipple—“until you come. Come for me, Hollyberry. Show me how much you like my touch. How much you want my cock deep inside your tight cunt.”
Holly gasps, eyes wide, lips parted as she looks at me. Her eyes are full of desire and devilry. I smile as I feel the first pulsing grasp of her inner walls around my fingers. A strangled mewl catches in the back of her throat as her eyelids flicker closed.
“Eyes on me, baby girl,” I order. “Wanna see those beautiful eyes as you come apart.”
Her eyes snap open, locking onto mine as her back arches off the sofa. And then she comes apart beautifully, her cunt spasming and twitching against my hand. She bites her lip to hold back her moans, her hand fisted painfully in my hair. I hold her through it, watching her hungrily.
Soon, I’ll be inside her.
Soon, she’ll be mine. Forever.