“I want you to fuck me against the window,” I whispered, watching his throat work as he swallowed hard. “Just like you promised.”
His grip on my thigh tightened, and I bit back a moan. “What else?”
“I want your mouth on me. Everywhere.” I let my gaze drop to his lips. “I want to feel you inside me, nothing between us.”
Jack’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his control visibly fraying with each word. “Mia...”
“And then I want to taste myself on your cock when you fuck my mouth.”
“Christ.” The word exploded from him, half curse, half prayer. The taxi driver glanced in the rearview mirror, his eyes widening slightly before quickly returning to the road.
Jack’s hand slid higher up my thigh until his fingertips grazed me through my leggings. “You’re playing with fire,” he warned, his voice rough.
I tilted my hips toward him, silently begging for more. “Maybe I want to get burned.”
The taxi jolted to a stop, and I realized we’d arrived at the hotel. Jack threw money at the driver, not waiting for change before hauling me out of the cab and through the gleaming doors of Le Meurice.
The elegant lobby blurred around us as Jack pulled me toward the elevators, his grip on my hand almost painfully tight. A bellhop moved to intercept us, but something in Jack’s expression made him step back quickly.
The elevator doors slid open, and Jack yanked me inside, jamming his finger against the button for our floor. The momentthe doors closed, he slammed me against the wall, his mouth finally, finally claiming mine in a kiss that was pure fire.
My hands clutched at his shoulders, his chest, anywhere I could reach as his tongue swept into my mouth. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was possession, pure and simple, and I surrendered to it completely.
Jack’s hands were everywhere, tugging at my shirt, sliding up my thighs, cupping my ass to pull me against the hard ridge of his cock. I moaned into his mouth, rolling my hips shamelessly against him.
The elevator dinged, and Jack tore his mouth from mine, breathing heavily. “Twenty seconds,” he promised, his voice wrecked. “Twenty seconds, and then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”
The doors opened, and Jack dragged me through the suite toward our bedroom. The promise in his eyes made my knees weak with anticipation.
MIA
His hands were everywhere at once, trailing fire across my skin as we stumbled backward toward the bed. Our kisses had grown frantic, desperate after weeks of torturous anticipation. All that action in the office, the racy photos we’d sent each other. It had all been foreplay for this moment and oh my god, I was so ready for it. Desperate, in fact.
My thighs hit the edge of the bed, making me gasp as I reached for Jack’s shirt, buttons popping free under my impatient fingers.
Jack growled against my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands found the hem of my sweater, dragging it upward with agonizing slowness.
“Hurry,” I urged, nipping at his lower lip. “I’ve waited long enough.”
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against my throat as he trailed kisses down my neck. “Patience, Mia.”
I was done with patience. Done with waiting. Done with the sweet, exquisite torture he’d been putting me through for weeks. I shoved his shirt off his shoulders, marveling at the perfection of his chest even as my hands reached for his belt buckle.
He caught my wrists gently, his breathing ragged as he pressed his forehead against mine. The look in his eyes shifted from desperate need to something deeper, more deliberate.
“Wait,” he murmured, his voice rough with restraint.
I stared up at him, panting, disbelieving. “You can’t be serious?” My voice came out as a frustrated whine.
Jack cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on my cheekbones. “We only have one shot at our first time. I don’t want it to be over in three minutes.”
“Oh.” Something in me melted, the raw tenderness beneath his words transforming my frustration into a different kind of ache.
“Let me do this right.” His voice was a rough caress, his eyes never leaving mine. “Let me worship you properly.”
How could I refuse him anything when he looked at me like that? I nodded, suddenly shy despite everything we’d already done together.
His responding smile was devastating, a promise of pleasure to come. He lowered his mouth to mine again, but this time the kiss was different. Slow. Deliberate. The kind of kiss that wasn’t a prelude to something else, but an experience all on its own. Jack Sullivan could kiss me like this for all eternity and I’d never get sick of it.
