Chapter 5
Jack
I knew she would be trouble. I was already turned on before she started talking about sex and kissing.
I pride myself on my self control. I thought I could resist her.
But it broke my heart to see her looking so defeated and disappointed after her attempt to kiss me.
I thought what harm could one kiss cause?
I thought, I’ll give her one good kiss and then April will be happy and I can retain my self control.
I’d been thinking about kissing her. It took all my strength not to pull her to me when she first attempted the kiss.
But it was for her own good that I did what I did. Certainly not for my own pleasure.
But damn, she tastes sweet. Her body fit perfectly to mine.
Her sweet little sighs of pleasure. It was a damn good kiss.
The kind of kiss that makes a man think of how good it would feel to come home to a woman like this every day.
The kind of kiss that has a man forgetting he had said she was too young for him.
Twenty three? It’s only a ten year difference. She’s not too young for me. But she is so sweet and innocent. She has that smile that gives me a warm feeling in my chest and she is cheeky and charming and has a face that shows every thought running through her mind.
The kiss was a mistake. Feeling her body against mine awakened a feeling I haven’t had in the longest time.
Thoughts of getting her naked. Of exploring every inch of her body, tracing those curves, letting my fingers grip into the soft flesh of her ass.
And damn I want to put my hands on her breasts.
Perfect, round, globes just begging to be kissed and touched.
I can order her not to talk about it but I recognise the look on her face. She’s not about to let this go. But I am resolved to resist her charms.
As I serve up the meal she starts with the questions.
“When you kissed me, it felt like I was floating. Did it feel the same for you? And when you sucked on my bottom lip.. Could I do that? Would it feel good? And there was so much heat. I felt all hot, almost like I had a fever, but it made me want to be closer to you. And my knees really did feel weak. I thought that was something they just said, but it’s true. Does kissing always feel like that?”
I concentrate on what I’m doing. I won’t even look at her. The one glance showed her face lit up and eyes sparkling, her excitement for this new topic overwhelming.
I practically throw the dinner bowl down before moving the crate back away from her and sitting down to eat.
“It’s like I knew I wanted more too. But I didn’t know what I wanted more of. I guess that is sex. If sex is as good as kissing then I’m looking forward to it.”
I swallow a groan. Her questions are killing me. What I wouldn’t give to show her everything. To teach her, to lose myself in her. To explore her body. To be the one to teach her about pleasure. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.
The mistake is looking up at April. Bathed in the glow of the fire, her skin looks soft, her eyes glisten as she thinks to herself.
And I know damn well what she is thinking about.
And then I watch, fascinated as she lifts her food to her mouth.
Those sexy, luscious lips. Still not watching me, she holds the fork in her mouth, pulling it out so slowly.
Savoring her food. All I can think about is kissing her again.
She has been sent here to tempt me and I’m not strong enough to resist.
Putting my bowl to the side, she looks over at me. Her innocent eyes wide and questioning.
Standing up I take her plate from her and put it aside. Taking her hand I pull her up out of the chair. My arms wrap around her and I take, just a second, to feel again those soft curves melting against my body.
It feels so right. Her face turned up to mine, her lips part, our breath mingles. I take just a moment to ask myself if I am sure. But when her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. Fuck me.
Self control? What self control?
I claim her mouth with mine. Kissing her with all the hunger and passion that is demanding to be released. Hold her head, I bruise her lips. My other hand holding her to me. Her hands grip at my t-shirt and I break the kiss to whip the shirt over my head.
Her hands roam over my hard muscles. Like she has been waiting for this access. Wanting to feel and touch everything. I moan into her mouth and let my own hands move over her. Across her back, over her hips. I want to touch but I also want her pressed against me.
If we go on like this I won’t be able to stop. Breaking off the kiss, my voice rougher than intended. “Are you sure, April? Are you sure you want this.”
Her eager nod and happy grin makes something explode in my chest. Like a forest fire, heat races through my body. Holding her tight I kiss her deeply. Both of us breathless but needing even more.