Maybe Later(78)

“You keep saying that, so I don’t run away scared,” I tease him. “I can’t feel you in here. Maybe that’s why I wasn’t too happy about this place. There aren’t any pictures or books.”

“The library,” he says, taking my hand. “We’ll tour later. The last time we were here, you were in my bed, and I had plans for you.”

“Do you now?”

I ask as we rush up the staircase.

He stops right by the door to his bedroom and inspects my arm. “How’s your wrist?”

“Like new. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I wish you had stayed all week,” he confesses as we enter his room. “You had me worried and then poof, you disappeared.”

Before I can apologize, he pulls me against his body. I thread my fingers through his hair, gently tugging his head down. He groans low in his throat as he crushes my mouth with his.

I’m in heaven, but the kiss isn’t enough. I press myself against his hard length. I want so much more. His mouth trails hot kisses along my jaw and the back of my ear. His hands move up and down my back, pulling back my head, exposing my throat.

I’m ready to lose myself and my heart to this man.

“Take off your dress,” he orders. “I’ve been wanting to see you strip and I think you wanted to strip for me today.”

I lick my lips rubbing one of the buttons of my short, shirt dress. “Did I now?”

He traces a finger along my jaw and neck down the line of buttons all the way to the hem, then, he lifts the fabric until he almost touches my center. “Stockings? Miss Lancaster, I think your intentions are clear,” he lets my dress go.

I curl my fingers and say, “Hand me your phone, open the Spotify app.”

Searching for my profile, I find one of my playlists. I press play and toss the phone on the bed.

I don’t tear my gaze from his. Slowly, at the rhythm of Strip That Down for Me by Liam Payne, I unfastened the wide leather belt at my waist, letting it fall to the floor. Moving my hips, I continue unbuttoning the blouse, leisurely. His eyes brighten with lust, the corner of his lips tug into a cocky smile.

Tugging the garment from my body, I toss it aside, then I untie my hair, letting it fall down my back. I’m left with a black lace bodice, a garter, and stockings.

The heat of his gaze makes me wet. I reach for the tie on the bodice, but he stops me. “No. I’m in charge of the rest.”

I squirm with the sound of his gravelly voice.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, stepping closer to me. His big palms slide over my rib cage and down my belly toward my center. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve been waiting for this moment?”

“Jack,” I moan his name as he cups my mound gently squeezing it.

His hands slip into my panties, one of his fingers moving over my clit. I squeeze my eyes and my legs.

I’m hot, achy, and needy for him.

“I want to pull your panties aside and bury myself inside you,” he says, as he lets my body go.

I gulp and stare at him, turned on by the way he’s talking, by what he’s saying.

He winks at me. “Today, I want to enjoy you. Make up for all the time we’ve missed. After all, we have an eternity to share.”

I almost cry, overwhelmed with need and emotion.

“Are you okay, babe?” he asks tenderly.

My Jack, he can be cold and demanding but for me, he’s always who I need him to be. Why didn’t I see that from the beginning?

“Love me,” I request.

“I find you scary as hell,” he says. “but, tempting and over everything else, wonderful. I’m fucking thankful you’re the one who stole my heart.”

“Sorry for breaking it,” I apologize.

He shakes his head. “It was worth it.” He presses his mouth to the back of my ear and nips my earlobe with his teeth. “I finally see you, all of you.”

Jack pushes me to the bed. He lies next to me, his eyes never leaving mine. His nose brushes my throat. His mouth nibbles my neck, my collar bone, until he unties the bodice exposing my breasts.

He lowers his head and kisses the swell between my breasts. My nipples perk anxiously wanting to be touched. He cups one breast and brings his mouth to the other, lapping the tight bud over and over again.

I moan, desperately as his tongue traces a path down my torso until he reaches my center. He takes my panties off but leaves on the garter and the stockings. His eyes connect with mine before he opens my legs wide, and as his tongue slides over my clit, I groan his name. The feeling is overwhelming. He doesn’t speak, but sucks my clit into his mouth. Stroking it rapidly while two long fingers slide deep into my clenching pussy. A third he presses to my ass.

Swollen, desperate and near the edge, I push myself toward his face begging for release. It’s all too much, and as his tongue works my raw flesh, sucking and drawing me higher and higher into oblivion, I finally explode into a perfect bliss.

He thrusts his fingers deeper, rotating them inside me. I moan as he continues pushing my pleasure, extending the orgasm.

“Ready?” he asks, pulling off his t-shirt and unfastening his pants.

I gasp as he frees his massive length. I’m not sure where to look, those perfect pecs, his taut abs, or the impressive, thick cock that has me salivating. I want him to fill every inch of me with it.