Chapter Twenty-Two
Jack
I pay the bill, and together, we walk to the truck. I open the door for her. She pauses and I think this might be the perfect time for a kiss but then she climbs in.
I lose the moment.
The old truck rumbles to life. I’m so glad I took the time to tune it up. It would be humiliating to have the damn thing quit on me with a pretty girl in the passenger seat. I glance at her as I shift into gear, pulling out of the parking lot. It’s dark, making it feel cozy, intimate almost in the cab.
I don’t know why, but there’s a fluttering feeling in my chest. I’m anticipating the goodnight kiss. I’m sure there’s going to be one. It’s been a perfect day. I feel like we’ve really connected. I tell myself I won’t pressure her. If she signals she’s up for a kiss, I’ll take it, but she’ll set the pace.
But just in case, I’ve got a condom in my pocket and another in the glovebox. It’s fresh. I’m not stupid enough to carry one around, especially in the heat.
It’s too soon when I pull to a stop in front of Jinnie’s house. I turn off the ignition, and the sudden silence feels heavy, charged.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice rough.
She turns and smiles at me. “Yeah. I don’t want the night to end.”
My pulse kicks up. “It doesn’t have to.”
I stare at her, telling myself to stay put. Don’t move. Let her decide. It’s killing me, but I’m not going to screw this up. She leans across the console and kisses me.
This isn’t like the soft, teasing kisses we’ve shared before. This is heat and hunger, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I groan into her mouth and scoot across the bench seat. Her mouth opens and I push my tongue inside. Her soft moan has my dick hardening.
Her hands slide down my chest, her touch sending sparks through me. I pull her closer, my hands gripping her waist as the kiss deepens. I’ve never felt this way before—like I’m on the edge of something huge, something inevitable.
She breaks the kiss for a second. “Jack,” she whispers, her voice trembling just enough to make my heart race even faster.
This is the moment I dreaded.
“Yeah?” I manage to say, my voice rough.
I won’t be bummed. I’m not going to tell her how badly I want her.
She’s looking at me like she’s trying to decide the most important decision of her life. “Inside. Now.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I’m out of the truck in seconds, rounding the hood to her side. She meets me halfway, her body colliding with mine as I pull her against me. Our lips crash together again, messy and desperate, as we stumble toward her door. I keep my arm around her waist, half-carrying her, half-dragging her onto the deck.
Her hands fumble with the doorknob behind her back. I take the opportunity to trail kisses down her neck, savoring the way she gasps.
“Jack—”
The door finally gives way, and we spill inside, still tangled up in each other. Jinnie kicks the door shut with her foot, then pushes me back against it, her mouth hot on mine. My hands roam her body—her hips, her waist, the curve of her back—every inch of her driving me wild.
She pushes my shirt up. I pull it over my head in one swift motion. Her mouth closes over my shoulder. Her teeth graze my skin. It feels so damn good. I reach for her blouse, anxious to get her naked. She steps back and lets me take off the shirt.
“Damn,” I murmur when I catch a glimpse of the black bra with pretty little sparkles across the top.
I reach for her, desperate to taste her again. My mouth slams against hers. Her nails scrape down my chest, sending white-hot pleasure coursing through me.
“Let’s get these pants off,” I order against her neck. She mumbles something in agreement.
Our kisses growing wilder by the second. I feel her desire mirroring my own. We’re like two magnets drawn together, irresistibly drawn to each other.
Our hands fumble with each other’s clothes, tearing buttons and jerking zippers down. We’re skin to skin and it doesn’t feel close enough. My dick is bulging, straining to get inside her.
She steps back, standing before me in nothing but a lacy black bra and panties. My heartbeat picks up pace as I look at her, taking in every inch of her perfect body. She’s even more beautiful than I fantasized about.
“You’re so damn sexy,” I breathe. She smiles at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her eyes roam over my body. I’m wearing just my boxers. She’s evaluating me, sizing me up. When her eyes meet mine, I know she approves.
“Bed,” she breathes.
I don’t argue.
The bed is small, barely a full, but neither of us cares. Jinnie pulls me down with her. My body covers hers as I kiss her again, deeper this time. My hands explore every inch of her, memorizing the feel of her skin, the way she shivers under my touch.
I kiss down her neck, sliding my hand under her to unhook her bra. The moment it’s free, I toss it to the floor. My mouth is on her breasts in a flash. I suck hard on one, and then move to the other. I suck, feeling her body arch in response. Her hands rake through my hair, pulling me closer. I move off her, sliding my hand down her flat belly to the waistband of her panties. I look up at her, waiting for her to tell me no.
Then—
Thump.
Something lands on the bed beside us.
We freeze.
Max blinks at us with unimpressed yellow eyes, his tail flicking lazily.
Jinnie bursts out laughing. “Really, Max? Now? Go away.”
The cat meows, as if offended, then proceeds to hop on my back, his tiny paws pressing into my flesh.
I drop my forehead to Jinnie’s shoulder, shaking with laughter. “This is not how I pictured this going.”
She grins, running her fingers through my hair. “You pictured this?”
“More times than I’d like to admit.”
She laughs again, then gently shoves Max off the bed. The cat gives us one last judgmental look before sauntering away.
Jinnie turns back to me, her expression softening. “Where were we?”
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I kiss her again, slower this time, pouring everything I can’t say into the way my lips move against hers.
My hand slips under her panties and down to sweet, sweet heaven. I groan as she squirms beneath me, her body reacting to my touch. I can feel the wetness between her legs. My finger slides over her slick folds, pulling a gasp from her lips. I push one finger inside her, rising up to watch her expression. Her eyes flutter closed as she arches into my hand. My breathing is ragged, watching her respond to my touch. I add another finger, curling them inside her just right, and she gasps my name.
“Jack...oh...”
Hearing her say my name like that—breathless, desperate—nearly undoes me. I’ve never wanted anyone this badly. I pull my hand away and slide her panties down her legs, tossing them to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Then I stand up just long enough to push my boxers down and grab the condom from my jeans pocket.
Jinnie watches me roll it on, her chest rising and falling rapidly. This doesn’t feel like just sex. It feels like something more, something important.
“You sure?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
She nods, reaching for me. “I’m sure.”
I lower myself over her. The first push inside her is almost too much—she’s tight and hot and perfect. I have to pause, gritting my teeth to keep from losing control too soon. Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
“You okay?” I manage to ask.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”
I begin to move slowly at first, savoring the feel of her. Her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me deeper. Our eyes lock as I roll my hips, pushing deep before pulling out. My heart feels like it’s going to pound out of my chest. I want to do this right. I want to make her body feel as good as she’s making me feel.
“More,” she whispers, her voice hoarse.
I pick up the pace, thrusting deeper inside her with each powerful stroke. Sweat beads on our foreheads as we lose ourselves in each other’s rhythm. I take one of her hands in mine, lacing our fingers together as I continue my thrusts.
“You feel so good,” I groan, kissing her neck, her collarbone. I move up to capture her lips again, our tongues tangling in a heated dance. Her fingers dig into my shoulder. She’s perfect, wrapped around me like this. I watch her face as we move together, mesmerized by the way her mouth parts slightly with each thrust, the flush spreading across her cheeks. Her eyes are half-closed, hazy with pleasure, but still locked on mine. There’s an intimacy to this I’ve never experienced before.
“Jack,” she moans again. The sound of my name on her lips sends a jolt of electricity down my spine.
I shift my angle slightly, hitting a spot that makes her gasp and arch beneath me. Her reaction spurs me on. I thrust harder, deeper. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard thumping softly against the wall.
“Right there,” she whimpers, her voice cracking. “Don’t stop.”
As if I could.
I’m completely lost in her—the way she feels, the sounds she makes, the scent of her skin. I dip my head to kiss her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat, feeling her pulse race against my lips.
Her hands slide down my back, nails digging into my skin as she pulls me closer. I can tell she’s getting close by the way her breathing changes, becoming more erratic, more desperate.
“You feel so good,” I whisper into her ear, surprising myself with how raw, how honest the words are.
She responds with a whimper that sends heat flooding through me. I’m fighting to hold back, determined to make this good for her. Her movements grow more frantic, her hips rising to meet mine with each thrust. I feel her tightening around me, getting closer to the edge. I want to watch her come apart. Need to see it.
“Let go,” I whisper, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. “I’ve got you.”
She cries out, her body arching beneath me as waves of pleasure wash over her. Feeling her pulsing around me is too much—I follow right after, burying my face in her neck as release tears through me.
We stay like that for a while, tangled together, hearts racing in sync. I’m careful not to crush her with my weight, but I can’t bring myself to pull away just yet.
Finally, I roll to the side, disposing of the condom before pulling her against me. She fits perfectly in my arms, her head tucked under my chin. The tiny bed forces us to stay close, not that I’m complaining.
“That was...” I trail off, unable to find the right words.
“Yeah,” she agrees softly. “It was.”