14. Izzy
Izzy
Jack lays me on my down duvet at the foot of my bed. The bastard grins when I scowl at him.
“Relax, Sinclair,” he murmurs, climbing over me. His breath ghosts my cheek, but I hear his breathing. It’s just as shaky as mine. “We’re just bending a few guidelines.”
“Rules,” I correct. “We have rules.”
“Had.” His palm skims up my thigh, hot and steady, stopping just short of where I want him again. The tiny pause he takes drives me crazy. I wiggle my hips, desperate for his touch. His smirk is devastating. “We never discussed which lips I couldn’t kiss. Your gorgeous pussy is fair game.”
My pulse stutters. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Jack…”
He pauses, eyes flicking up to mine. “Tell me to stop.”
I know we should. Once was a mistake. Twice is a choice. But the word won’t come. Instead, I fist the sheets, tilting my hips in invitation.
I’m rewarded with a slow, wicked grin. “That’s my girl.”
His praise dislodges an uncomfortable tenderness in my chest. I’m not his girl. Not really. I might be able to fool myself into thinking this is real if…
The second he settles between my thighs, the tension between us shifts again, and suddenly, it’s like he’s been waiting his whole damn life to be there.
His fingers curl around my panties, and slowly, he rolls them down my legs before tossing them over his shoulder.
The first swipe of his tongue against my clit has me gasping, my body still sensitive.
His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me close.
It’s such a sharp, sweet pain. He chuckles against me, the sound vibrating through every nerve ending.
“Jesus, Izzy. Your pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
My head tips back. “Don’t say things like that.” I sigh.
For the record, he can keep saying things like that. I like his filthy mouth. Love it, even.
He doesn’t shut up. He praises me, every gasp, every buck of my hips, like he’s narrating my undoing. Tells me I’m perfect, how pretty I am when I come apart on his fingers.
It doesn’t take long for me to come against his tongue again. I’m not sure what rules I even cared about in the first place.
I barely have time to catch my breath before he lifts me to the head of the bed, setting me down into the pillows. His cocky grin is firmly in place, but his hands shake enough that I know it’s not just me who’s affected.
“I think you can give me one more. At least.”
I shove at his chest, grabbing the sheets to pull up over the lower half of my body. “You’re an idiot. A cocky—”
“I’m very cocky.”
Jack settles beside me on the mattress, stretched out, eyes dragging over my body until I squirm in anticipation. His hair hangs down by his eyes, drawing my gaze to that freckle on his cheek again. Even dressed as a nun, he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Doesn’t seem fair.
“Never made a mermaid come before.”
“Twice.”
His hand curls over my thigh, the heat of his palm burning through the floral cotton sheets. “We’re aiming for three. Four is a stretch goal.”
I try to hide my grin, but it’s no use. “So ambitious. What do the other sisters think?”
“Haven’t you heard? I’m leaving the convent.” He sits up enough to pull his black tunic over his head, then chucks it into the corner of my room, revealing a tight black T-shirt. Heat rushes to my cheeks as he reaches for my nightstand drawer.
I smack his hand away. “Nosy.”
“Thorough,” he corrects. “Come on, Sinclair. Show me what you like.”
The dare in his voice twists low in my belly. I should say no. I should kick him out. This is only going to complicate things.
“Okay, I’ll show you, but you have to promise not to touch me.”
Jack gives the smallest nod.
My hand trembles as I roll onto my side and pull open the drawer.
His gaze sharpens when I wrap my fingers around my favorite vibrator and set it between us on the bed. For once, he doesn’t say anything funny. Just watches, eyes dark, swallowing hard when I click it on.
“Fuucccck,” he mutters, as the hum fills the room. “You’re really gonna…”
Not sure where I find the courage. Maybe it’s knowing this isn’t going to last. I bite my lip and slide the toy lower between my thighs, the vibration rattling through me. My hips jerk.
Jack props himself up on his elbow, closer, watching every twitch of my body. “That’s it. Let me see you, Izzy. Christ, you’re gorgeous.”
I arch, shudder, press harder. My body’s a live wire, heat building too fast, too sharp.
“Take your time. There you go.” His voice cracks into a soft, low moan.
I shut my eyes and tip the vibrating end to slip inside of me. I hate that I do that, afraid of what it means, when I imagine it’s Jack touching me.
“No, don’t close your eyes. Keep them on me. I want to see you.”
My body is so sensitive it almost hurts as I edge closer. I drag in a shaky breath, work the vibrator over my clit in tight circles, before finally slipping it back inside me in a slow thrust.
“You like that? Filling yourself up?”
I nod, sucking in a breath.
“I want to hear you. Show off for me, Izzy.”
I swear the moan that pours out of me is only a little because of the hot hockey player in my bed talking me through it. It doesn’t matter, not as my hips tip, my breath crushing out of my lungs as I fall over the edge, and I shatter.
When the tremors finally ease, I blink up to find him flushed, chest heaving, hand fisted in the sheets. His blue eyes are glassy, wild.
“Jack…”
He squeezes his eyes shut and curses under his breath before a deep laugh rumbles from his chest. “Ah, give me a minute. I—”
“Did you just come?”
“Izzy.”
I love it when he says my name like that. Like some dirty prayer. I shouldn’t.
“That was so fucking hot. Yeah, I did.”
The heat between us crackles, still dangerous.
“Three,” I whisper. “I’ve never, a guy’s never…”
“Then you’re with the wrong guys, Izzy.” He bends forward and presses a tender kiss to my stomach. “Let’s get cleaned up and find something to eat before I head out.”