mind?” Belle’s sweet voice had grown louder. “She’s your Mum . How could she not mind that I came to her birthday party with one brother and spent the night with the other?”
“Belle –” Jack tried to break in but she was struggling again in his arms.
“She’s going to think I’m a slut.” Belle’s eyes had left his and she was muttering with agitation as she fought his hold on her. “And rude,” she added and then finished with hilarious melodrama. “ Oh my God. She’s going to think I’m rude slut!”
Jack bit back laughter and began again, “Belle –”
But she kept talking and fighting.
“I have to go, tonight. I should have left when you were asleep. I don’t know what I was thinking. Why didn’t I go? I should have gone. I should –”
Jack silenced her by wrapping a fist in her thick, soft hair and gently tugging.
Her body stilled and her head tipped back. He seized his opportunity, his mouth descended to hers and he kissed her quiet.
He took his time and he made certain to do a thorough job of it.
When he lifted his head, her body had melted into his, her face was soft and her eyes had no trouble holding his.
Jack noted this achievement for future reference.
“Now, listen to me,” Jack ordered softly when he had her undivided attention. “I’ll explain things to Mum. I’ll explain things to Miles.” He watched her wince when he said Miles’s name but he kept talking. “Trust me, they’ll understand.”
“What can you possibly say that will make them understand?” she whispered, her voice horrified.
“You haven’t been dating Miles long, have you?” he asked and she hesitated at his change of subject before she shook her head. “Was it serious?” he went on and she shook her head again. “Was it going to get serious?” he pressed gently and he felt her take in a breath and then sigh.
“I was going to break up with him tomorrow, I –”
Jack suppressed the sense of elation her words caused and cut her off by saying, “I’ll make him understand.”
“I should talk to him,” she replied swiftly.
His hand left her hair and came to her face, his thumb stroking her cheekbone.
“You can talk to him after I talk to him. There are things you don’t understand. Things that I’ll explain.” She opened her mouth to speak but Jack kept talking, “Not now, in the morning.” He dipped his face closer and touched his mouth to hers then left it there. “You can trust me, Belle. I’ll take care of it.”
She pulled slightly away, her eyes left his and he felt her body start to stiffen again so he ran his hand down her spine, something that caused her to stop bracing and start to tremble.
He noted this for future reference too.
“Belle,” he called.
She didn’t look at him when she asked quietly, “Why?”
“Why what?”
Her gaze moved to his nose and she replied, “Why everything? Me, tonight, what happened. All of it.”
His hand went back to the side of her face and he demanded quietly, “Look at me, poppet.”
After a brief hesitation, she lifted her eyes to his and only then did he speak.
“I’m not going to explain why. I’m going to take the time and show you why.” His hand moved down to her jaw and his voice got deeper when he went on, “And I’ll do it until you get it. Until you understand how lovely you are.” His thumb moved along her lower lip as he continued, “Until you understand how interesting you are.” His thumb left her lip and his mouth replaced it. “Until you understand why I’d drag you to my room to fuck you. And until you understand why I want to do it again.” He brushed his mouth against hers before he murmured, “And again.”
As he spoke, her body became soft and yielding in his arms, her hands slid from his chest and her own arms curved around him.
When he finished, she dropped down and rested her cheek against his chest, her forehead pressed to his neck and she whispered, “You have to know, this
“Belle –” Jack tried to break in but she was struggling again in his arms.
“She’s going to think I’m a slut.” Belle’s eyes had left his and she was muttering with agitation as she fought his hold on her. “And rude,” she added and then finished with hilarious melodrama. “ Oh my God. She’s going to think I’m rude slut!”
Jack bit back laughter and began again, “Belle –”
But she kept talking and fighting.
“I have to go, tonight. I should have left when you were asleep. I don’t know what I was thinking. Why didn’t I go? I should have gone. I should –”
Jack silenced her by wrapping a fist in her thick, soft hair and gently tugging.
Her body stilled and her head tipped back. He seized his opportunity, his mouth descended to hers and he kissed her quiet.
He took his time and he made certain to do a thorough job of it.
When he lifted his head, her body had melted into his, her face was soft and her eyes had no trouble holding his.
Jack noted this achievement for future reference.
“Now, listen to me,” Jack ordered softly when he had her undivided attention. “I’ll explain things to Mum. I’ll explain things to Miles.” He watched her wince when he said Miles’s name but he kept talking. “Trust me, they’ll understand.”
“What can you possibly say that will make them understand?” she whispered, her voice horrified.
“You haven’t been dating Miles long, have you?” he asked and she hesitated at his change of subject before she shook her head. “Was it serious?” he went on and she shook her head again. “Was it going to get serious?” he pressed gently and he felt her take in a breath and then sigh.
“I was going to break up with him tomorrow, I –”
Jack suppressed the sense of elation her words caused and cut her off by saying, “I’ll make him understand.”
“I should talk to him,” she replied swiftly.
His hand left her hair and came to her face, his thumb stroking her cheekbone.
“You can talk to him after I talk to him. There are things you don’t understand. Things that I’ll explain.” She opened her mouth to speak but Jack kept talking, “Not now, in the morning.” He dipped his face closer and touched his mouth to hers then left it there. “You can trust me, Belle. I’ll take care of it.”
She pulled slightly away, her eyes left his and he felt her body start to stiffen again so he ran his hand down her spine, something that caused her to stop bracing and start to tremble.
He noted this for future reference too.
“Belle,” he called.
She didn’t look at him when she asked quietly, “Why?”
“Why what?”
Her gaze moved to his nose and she replied, “Why everything? Me, tonight, what happened. All of it.”
His hand went back to the side of her face and he demanded quietly, “Look at me, poppet.”
After a brief hesitation, she lifted her eyes to his and only then did he speak.
“I’m not going to explain why. I’m going to take the time and show you why.” His hand moved down to her jaw and his voice got deeper when he went on, “And I’ll do it until you get it. Until you understand how lovely you are.” His thumb moved along her lower lip as he continued, “Until you understand how interesting you are.” His thumb left her lip and his mouth replaced it. “Until you understand why I’d drag you to my room to fuck you. And until you understand why I want to do it again.” He brushed his mouth against hers before he murmured, “And again.”
As he spoke, her body became soft and yielding in his arms, her hands slid from his chest and her own arms curved around him.
When he finished, she dropped down and rested her cheek against his chest, her forehead pressed to his neck and she whispered, “You have to know, this
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