Jack stepped closer, running his knuckles down my cheek. “Hmm, let’s see. My favorite thing… It could be your grit. Or maybe it’s your intelligence. Although I do enjoy your sense of humor. And your sweetness. And the way you never back down when you know you’re right.”
My breath caught in my throat. “No, I, um, I mean physically.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up. “That’s impossible to choose.” Then his hands were cupping my face, and he wasbacking me against the door, his body pressing into mine as his lips claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss. I gasped into it, my hands fisting in his shirt.
When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with desire. “But if you insist,” he murmured, burying his face against my neck and breathing deeply. “I could start with your scent.” His hands slid under the hem of my sweater, pulling it over my head and dropping it to the floor. Then he traced his fingertips reverently over my shoulders, down my arms. “Then there’s your skin. So soft. So fucking perfect.”
His fingers found the clasp of my bra, unhooking it with practiced ease. As the fabric fell away, his eyes darkened further. “These tits,” he growled, cupping their weight in his palms. “They haunt my dreams, Mia. Do you have any idea how many meetings I’ve sat through, thinking about how they would feel in my hands?” His thumbs circled my nipples, drawing them to stiff peaks.
“And this,” he continued, dropping to his knees and pressing a kiss against my belly. “Drives me fucking crazy.” His hands moved to the button of my jeans, opening them with deliberate slowness. “The curve of your hips.” He slid his palms over them as he worked my jeans down. “Made to fit my hands.”
I stepped out of my jeans, and he hooked his fingers into my panties, dragging them down as well until I stood completely naked before him. His eyes traveled over me with such hunger that I felt myself grow wetter under his gaze.
“Your thighs,” he murmured, running his hands up the back of my legs. “Strong enough to hold me. Soft enough to worship.” He pressed kisses along the inside of my right thigh, working his way higher and around the back. “And this ass that makes me lose my mind every time you walk away.”
He moved then, wrapping his hands around my ankles before sliding up over my calves, behind my knees. “Definitelythese legs. The way they feel wrapped around me.” He pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “Or over my shoulders.”
In one fluid motion, he hooked my right leg over his shoulder, his breath hot against my center. “And this,” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine. “This perfect pussy. So responsive. So wet for me.”
His tongue found me then, broad strokes that made my knees buckle. I grabbed his hair, the only anchor in a storm of sensation as he worshipped me with his mouth. He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. His hands gripped my ass, holding me steady as his tongue circled my clit before sucking it gently between his lips.
“Jack,” I gasped, my hips bucking against his mouth. “God, don’t stop.”
He looked up at me from between my thighs, his eyes dark with desire as his tongue worked me relentlessly. One of his hands slid from my ass to my entrance, a finger slipping inside, then another, curling to find that spot that drove me wild.
My head fell back against the door. “I’m going to...”
“Let go.” The command vibrated against my core. “Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”
My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, Jack’s name torn from my throat as my body convulsed. He worked me through it, relentless, until I was trembling and oversensitive.
Before I could catch my breath, he was on his feet, yanking his henley over his head to reveal the sculpted planes of his chest. My hands, still shaking from my release, fumbled with the drawstring of his sweatpants, shoving them down his hips.
Jack lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed me harder against the door. I could feel him, hot and hard against me.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled against my neck.
“You,” I breathed. “Hard. Fast. Now.”
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me, both of us groaning at the sensation. He set a punishing pace, exactly what I needed, each thrust driving me higher.
“Perfect,” he panted against my ear. “So fucking perfect.”
I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as pressure built again, impossibly soon after the first orgasm. Jack’s rhythm faltered, his breathing harsh against my neck.
“Come with me,” he urged, one hand sliding between us to circle my clit.
That was all it took. I shattered around him, crying out his name as he followed me over the edge, his release hot inside me.
For several long moments, we stayed like that, Jack still buried inside me, my legs wrapped around him, both of us struggling to catch our breath. The world had narrowed to just this, just us, everything else momentarily forgotten.
When he finally lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine, I saw everything I needed reflected there. Desire. Admiration. Something deeper I wasn’t ready to name.
“So,” he said, his voice still rough. “Want to tell me what brought this on?”
I laughed, breathless and sated, my forehead dropping to his shoulder. “I quit being a bridesmaid.”
His chuckle rumbled through his chest. “About fucking time.”
