Chapter 26
EMMELINE
“I want to be reckless with you,” Jack says roughly.
The last thing I see is the intensity in his eyes before he presses his mouth to mine. He kisses me with reckless abandon. Our bodies crush against each other with enough heat to burn the entire building down. I melt into him. My chest splits in half, my heart fuses with his.
The kiss is so strong, binding. Jack’s holding me tight, possessing me.
I’m afraid this is a dream. Suddenly I’m nervous.
Why am I allowing this to happen? It’s because of the kiss, the softness of his lips, the roughness of his hands.
He disarms me, breaks down my walls. Suddenly, I don’t want safe.
I want passion. The fire of his touch. I want to burn with him.
My thoughts become blurry as his rough hands begin to undress me. After undoing his button-down shirt, I stop to admire his chest, his sun-kissed skin, the muscles rippling over his torso. My head fills with his scent. I reach for his belt, undoing it fast, but he stops me.
His stare is dark and intense. His eyes roam my body, burning me with the fire he has inside him. My heart beats fast with anticipation.
“Come with me,” he orders, taking my hand and leading me to my bedroom.
When we get to my room, he bows his head toward me and gives me a tentative kiss.
His hands slide up my bare arms, over my shoulders, and down my back.
He pulls me closer to him. I move my hands behind his neck, sifting my fingers through his soft hair.
I have never been kissed this way, as if I’m the only one who matters in the world.
Hoarsely he whispers, “I don’t know if I’m doing it right, but I want to become him.”
Those words pull at something inside my heart, even in my soul. His mouth crashes onto mine. He slips his large hands between my legs, brushing his rough fingers right where I’m aching.
A gasp escapes me as his finger begins to play gently with my clit. He lowers his head down to my breast, his tongue tasting my skin before his mouth touches the tip of one of my breasts.
My back is arching, my mouth begs for more, and every cell of my body is aware of what is about to happen. I’m burning alive—for him.
Jack plunges his finger inside me, while nibbling my nipple between his teeth.
But he stops and grabs me around the waist, lifting me up and setting me down on my bed.
My legs spread. If I felt vulnerable earlier, I’m now completely exposed to this man.
Nothing to cover my body or soul. It’s not like me to risk either, but at this point, I don’t care.
I only want him to keep looking at me with hunger, need, and admiration. I need his hands—crave his touch.
He kneels right in front of me, pushing my knees wider.
“Fuck me,” I order him, staring into his fiery eyes. “Make me yours, Jack.”
“Are you sure you want this, Em?” he says with a husky voice. “Once I fuck you, you’ll be mine.”
“Yours,” I repeat.
He doesn’t say a word. His cock presses against my entrance. Full, thick, and as hard as a rock. His eyes gleam with an intensity, the likes of which I’ve never before seen. I’m unable to look away as he pushes himself inside, stretching me.
“Yes,” I gasp as he fills me. “Jackson, fuck me!”
My eyes open wide, my heart accelerates.
What just happened? I’m drenched between my legs, aching for relief but ashamed because I said the wrong name.
Confusion pounds my head. I check the time.
It’s almost five in the morning. Knowing I won’t be able to go back to sleep, I take a shower, prepare my coffee and go to my computer.
There are no emails or messages from Jackson Spearman. I’m still not sure what he’s going to do with the information I told him. Jack left ten, maybe fifteen minutes after I stopped us from having wild, animalistic sex.
God, I can still feel the heat of his skin. My lips are swollen from the possessive kiss he gave me. I wanted him, but I knew it wasn’t the right moment. It’ll happen when we’re both ready, not just to make up after having our first fight.