Page 74 of Don't Lie to Me
I placed a hand on my hip and chewed on the inside of my bottom lip. Every one of my senses felt alive. I could smell him from across the room; practically feel his hands caress the curves of my hips and breasts. I took a large breath, knowing he could see my chest heaving. Heavy and waiting for him.
He looked tortured and I loved it. I wanted him to feel the exact same way I had felt for the last several weeks, what it felt like to be without him. He glanced back at the door and down to my coat, most likely debating kicking me out. But I held my ground, refusing to leave until I got from him what I needed; what I came for.
“You need to leave. It isn’t safe for you to be here.” He held out my coat, silently asking – begging - me to put it on, and I shook my head.
“Tell me why,” I breathed out. I was wet, dripping, and I knew he could see it on me. I looked at him devilishly, and resisted the urge to press my legs together. Instead, I moved my feet further apart and his gaze dropped to my thighs. His lips disappeared into a tight line as he pressed them together when my fingers began undoing the buttons he had just put together. I didn’t want to be hidden from him, and this was the only way I could get him to act. His eyes looked hazy, practically drunk, as he dropped his gaze to my garter belt and nakedness beneath it as I gently, and teasingly slowly placed one of my fingers against my folds and pressed it in slowly.
“Shit,” he groaned and grabbed the back of his neck with both hands, lacing them together. My eyes rolled back and I moaned at the thought of pleasing myself in front of him, under his hot stare that could undo me in an instant, but I stopped myself.
I slowly moved my own finger and rubbed it once, then twice, against myself before bringing it to my mouth. Jack’s eyes followed me the entire time.
I parted my lips, and slowly licked myself off my finger. It reminded me of the time he touched me in the elevator. Our first date when he didn’t speak and took control. I kept my eyes on him the entire time, teasing him.
I saw the moment he lost control; the moment I had him.
In three quick steps, Jack was in front of me.
“Fuck it,” he muttered and grabbed my hand from my mouth and placed it in his. I closed my eyes and moaned as his hot mouth finished licking the juices off my finger. I was hot, and ready to explode as soon as his lips touched me.
He used his free hand and grabbed my hips, pulling me flush against his body as he devoured my fingers that touched myself. I pressed my hips into him, feeling his hardness through his jeans and threw my head back.
“Jack,” I whispered or moaned or screamed. I had no idea and I didn’t care.
Without warning, he removed my hand from his and pushed two of his thick fingers into me. I jumped up onto my tiptoes from the force of his entrance and laid my head against his shoulder.
“Always so wet and tight for me. God I’ve missed you, Emma.” He moved his fingers exactly how he knew I liked it, rough and fast, with no sense of slowing down anytime soon.
My breath grew ragged. I panted against him and inhaled his sexy scent. I licked his neck, wanting him, needing him. I wanted to sink right into his skin so I could always be with him.
I felt my body begin to shudder, my orgasm growing quickly and fiercely in a way that only Jack could do to my body.
“I know, baby,” he whispered right before locking his eyes on mine. I could feel how much he wanted me with his erection pressed against my stomach as his fingers screwed me.
He attacked my mouth just as my orgasm hit, plunging his tongue unforgivingly into my mouth, devouring me, plundering every place in my mouth as I moaned and cried out. He swallowed my cries and still kept up his vicious assault on every nerve.
He pressed the heel of his hand against my clit just as I was coming down and it threw me into a second orgasm. My insides clamped down viciously on his fingers inside of me, trying to milk them and he groaned like a wild animal as I came apart and gave him all I had to give. His hand around my waist tightened, holding me up.
Thank god, because my knees were so shaky I thought I would collapse at any second, but he just pushed up with his hand still in me and drew me even closer to him. I felt consumed, completely taken over. I melted into his body as I screamed out a second time, Jack murmuring softly into my ear and licking my neck. My entire body shook from the release.
TWENTY-THREE
We stayed there until my shocks subsided and he slowly pulled his hand from me.
I looked up to him, and saw all the love he had for me, reflected in his eyes and I took a deep breath. I fought back the tears that wanted to fall, knowing this wasn’t anything more than what I planned for.
I wanted to ignore it. I wanted to jump up and wrap my legs around his waist letting him carry me upstairs like I could tell he wanted.
Instead, I took a step back and looked away, regaining my self-control.
When I looked back at his eyes, Jack reached for me, but I took another step back and shook my head. I blinked my eyes once, then twice, removing every emotion I had for him. Just as he had done for me.
“Emma,” he said in a voice that bordered on panicking. His breathing quickened faster than normal and not from what we had just shared. But still, I didn’t move to him.
I walked around the couch to avoid his touch and his lustful gaze. With my eyes still on him, I removed his shirt and picked up my coat.
I wrapped it around my half-naked body re-doing the knot, and then brushed my hair off my shoulder.
“Marcus wants me back,” I said as emotionlessly as possible even though my own heart was breaking all over again as anger, then jealousy flashed across his face. “Do you want another man touching me like that, Jack? Another man making me come and scream his name?”
