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broad chest and pushing him back against it.
“Scared?” she asked.
“Something tells me I should be, but no, I’m not scared. Bring it.” That sly grin split his face and he dragged a finger down the center of her chest and over her stomach.
Her skin burned where he touched. She couldn’t let him turn the tables on her. She could do this, but she had to be in control. She had to call the shots. She couldn’t handle any surprises, and Lathan had surprises written all over him.
She reached behind her for the clasp of her bra.
He tried to intercept. “Let me.”
“No can do, Casanova. You want me, we do this my way.”
“So you’re going to give me a show?”
Jack let her bra slide from her shoulders and tossed it away. Rising up on her toes, she pressed her lips to the underside of his jaw. His Adam’s apple jumped under her lips. “I’m going to lay you out on that bed and have my way with you. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy it.”
“Do I get a say in any of this?”
“You’re either in, or out. If you’re in, then no.”
He cupped her chin. She wanted to pull way, to resist. She didn’t want romance, loving looks, or gentle caresses. She wanted heart-pounding and fast.
“What are you up to, Jack?”
“If you’re in, you’ll find out.”
“I’m in,” he growled and swooped in, giving her a rough kiss. The clash of tongues, lips, and teeth fueled a burning attraction that had ignited the night she dropped out of her truck and landed on that dark road. His hands wrapped her and lay flat against her spine, holding her to him.
Pulling back, she tore open his shirt, satisfied at the sound of buttons tearing from the fabric.
“That was my favorite shirt.”
“Buy another one,” she suggested as she dropped to her knees and pulled his belt from the buckle. Impatient and burning for him, she popped the button, but took care in lowering his zipper. The back of her hand brushed against his boxer briefs. He hissed and she smiled, relishing the little victory.
His pants fell to the floor, but she made no move to help him step out of them. This was better. He stood there at her mercy, unable to move. The hardness straining his underwear called to her, and she did something she had never done before. She opened her mouth on him, biting down gently on his length.
“Son of a —”
Her sultry laugh sounded foreign to her ears. “Take off the rest and get on the bed.”
He scrambled to do as he was told and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Come here,” he said.
“No.” She stopped, and flicked the button on her pants. Keeping her eyes on his, she dragged the cotton over her hips nice and slow. “Lie down, Lathan.”
“I’m not sure I like this side of you.”
“In the bedroom, it’s the only side you get.”
He tilted his head. “Really?”
She nodded to the nightstand next to the bed. “Yeah. You have condoms in that drawer?”
“Sure do. Help yourself.”
With every stitch of clothing stripped, she climbed up over him, tore the condom wrapper open with her teeth, and rolled it on. His teeth clenched and he let out a hiss. Jack smiled with satisfaction.
Poised over him, holding herself there, she let the tip of him graze her wet heat. Sharp pleasure surged through her, almost stealing her breath, but not yet. She wouldn’t let her body take control yet. She took his large hands in her much smaller ones, raised them over his head, and wrapped his fingers around the posts of the headboard.
“Hands stay just like that. Trust me… I know what I’m doing.”
And there it was again, the smile, those dimples. His gaze flickered to the nipple that hovered within inches of his mouth. “It seems I’ve heard that before. You’re a repetitive one.”
“I prefer ‘consistent’.”
“You would.” He thrust his hips up, bumping her forward, where he sucked that tight peak into his mouth.
Jack closed her eyes, a low moan vibrating in her throat. She pulled
“Scared?” she asked.
“Something tells me I should be, but no, I’m not scared. Bring it.” That sly grin split his face and he dragged a finger down the center of her chest and over her stomach.
Her skin burned where he touched. She couldn’t let him turn the tables on her. She could do this, but she had to be in control. She had to call the shots. She couldn’t handle any surprises, and Lathan had surprises written all over him.
She reached behind her for the clasp of her bra.
He tried to intercept. “Let me.”
“No can do, Casanova. You want me, we do this my way.”
“So you’re going to give me a show?”
Jack let her bra slide from her shoulders and tossed it away. Rising up on her toes, she pressed her lips to the underside of his jaw. His Adam’s apple jumped under her lips. “I’m going to lay you out on that bed and have my way with you. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy it.”
“Do I get a say in any of this?”
“You’re either in, or out. If you’re in, then no.”
He cupped her chin. She wanted to pull way, to resist. She didn’t want romance, loving looks, or gentle caresses. She wanted heart-pounding and fast.
“What are you up to, Jack?”
“If you’re in, you’ll find out.”
“I’m in,” he growled and swooped in, giving her a rough kiss. The clash of tongues, lips, and teeth fueled a burning attraction that had ignited the night she dropped out of her truck and landed on that dark road. His hands wrapped her and lay flat against her spine, holding her to him.
Pulling back, she tore open his shirt, satisfied at the sound of buttons tearing from the fabric.
“That was my favorite shirt.”
“Buy another one,” she suggested as she dropped to her knees and pulled his belt from the buckle. Impatient and burning for him, she popped the button, but took care in lowering his zipper. The back of her hand brushed against his boxer briefs. He hissed and she smiled, relishing the little victory.
His pants fell to the floor, but she made no move to help him step out of them. This was better. He stood there at her mercy, unable to move. The hardness straining his underwear called to her, and she did something she had never done before. She opened her mouth on him, biting down gently on his length.
“Son of a —”
Her sultry laugh sounded foreign to her ears. “Take off the rest and get on the bed.”
He scrambled to do as he was told and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Come here,” he said.
“No.” She stopped, and flicked the button on her pants. Keeping her eyes on his, she dragged the cotton over her hips nice and slow. “Lie down, Lathan.”
“I’m not sure I like this side of you.”
“In the bedroom, it’s the only side you get.”
He tilted his head. “Really?”
She nodded to the nightstand next to the bed. “Yeah. You have condoms in that drawer?”
“Sure do. Help yourself.”
With every stitch of clothing stripped, she climbed up over him, tore the condom wrapper open with her teeth, and rolled it on. His teeth clenched and he let out a hiss. Jack smiled with satisfaction.
Poised over him, holding herself there, she let the tip of him graze her wet heat. Sharp pleasure surged through her, almost stealing her breath, but not yet. She wouldn’t let her body take control yet. She took his large hands in her much smaller ones, raised them over his head, and wrapped his fingers around the posts of the headboard.
“Hands stay just like that. Trust me… I know what I’m doing.”
And there it was again, the smile, those dimples. His gaze flickered to the nipple that hovered within inches of his mouth. “It seems I’ve heard that before. You’re a repetitive one.”
“I prefer ‘consistent’.”
“You would.” He thrust his hips up, bumping her forward, where he sucked that tight peak into his mouth.
Jack closed her eyes, a low moan vibrating in her throat. She pulled
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