Page 59 of Time for Change

His chuckle draws me in, and even though I want to know what’s happening on the screen to warrant his laugh, I’m stuckin a trance, pulled into the vortex where it’s only him and me. Nothing else exists.

He turns my way, noticing I’m not paying any attention to the movie. “Everything okay?”

My throat is thick as I reply, “It’s perfect.”

And it is. From the dinner to the couch cuddles. Even if I’m not drawn to the movie, it’s still perfect too. I know I’d enjoy it any other time, but right now—tonight—all I can think about is him.

All I want is him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t think about dessert.”

His words catch me off guard, but I decide in this moment to make my move. To be bold. To throw caution to the wind and take what I want, as long as we’re on the same page, and everything I’ve seen up to this point tells me we are.

I quickly move, swinging my leg over him and straddling his lap. His eyes are wide, as I get comfortable, my hands on his chest. “I have a different idea for dessert.”

He slowly grins, a knowing, mischievous smile that lights up his entire face. “Do tell.”

“Well, it starts like this,” I boldly state, leaning into him and pressing my lips to his.

Jack reciprocates immediately, opening his mouth and deepening the kiss. It turns ravenous quickly, as desire and need start to take over. My hips rock, my core grinding against his erection. All I can think about is what it will feel like to be naked right now, to be taking him inside me. Sex has always been fun, but I’ve never felt this bone-deep desire to connect with someone like I do with him.

His hands slide across my ass, gripping me and holding me tightly against him. “I’m really liking this version of dessert,” he says, nipping at my bottom lip.

I smile, moving my hands beneath his sweatshirt and T-shirt and gliding my palms across his chest. “Way better than brownies,” I tease.

He brings his mouth to mine once more, and I get lost in the kiss. I’ve never—and I meannever—been kissed like this before. It’s erotic, possessive, and passionate, all at the same time. It’s everything a kiss should be and leaves me yearning for more.

My hands continue to explore his chest. His pecs are hard and jump beneath my touch, and when I let my nails dig into his flesh, a growl slides from his mouth. “Jesus,” he mutters, rocking into me and moving his own hands beneath my sweatshirt to my back. “Your skin is so soft.”

“Mmm,” I practically sing. “What do you say we lose this shirt?”

“I’m game, as long as you lose yours too,” he says, his eyes burning with desire.

I sit up, grab the hem of my sweatshirt, and give it a tug over my head. My bra is a light blue number with a delicate lace overlay. It’s probably the prettiest I own, since I’ve always bought for comfort instead of trying to be sexy.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning forward and pressing his lips to the center of my chest. He kisses down my cleavage and lets his tongue slip between my breasts.

My nipples are hard and begging for the same attention, but before I can let him continue, I say, “I believe I’ve fulfilled my part of the bargain.” I lift his shirts more, severing the contact of his mouth and my chest.

Chuckling, he carefully grabs the neck of his shirts at the back and pulls them over his head. I help shove them up until they’re completely out of the way and he’s tossing them onto the floor with my own shirt. “Better?”

“Much,” I inform him, my hands starting their exploration of his body.

He’s fit, but not overly so. You can tell his work can be laborsome and he probably spends a little time in the gym to help keep himself in shape, but his muscles aren’t bulging, and his stomach has a softness to it I find wildly attractive.

I let my hands continue to move, touching every inch of exposed skin and wanting more.Craving more.Leaning forward, our mouths fuse together once again, and as our hands move, so do our lips. The kiss becomes more intense, our bodies starting to take over. My hips move, gyrating over his cock as I desperately seek any sort of relief from the pleasure that’s mounting. My panties are soaked, completely useless at this point, and my nipples are hardened to the point of pain.

Jack reaches up and takes one bra strap in his fingers, gently and slowly pulling it from my shoulder. “Is this okay?”

“God, yes,” I groan, ready to just rip the entire thing from my body.

He moves it down my arm and slips the cup from my breast. Slowly, as if to give me time to speak up, he leans forward and licks the hard bud. My body starts to shake as the gratification consumes me. I arch my back, pressing my chest closer to his mouth, offering myself up to him. He wraps his lips around my nipple and draws it into his mouth. The desire is almost too much to take as a whimper slides from my mouth.

When he’s lavished one nipple with attention, he gingerly does the same with the second, removing the bra completely and taking my nipple into his warm, wet mouth. I close my eyes and just feel, letting the sensations of pure pleasure wash over me.

I move, leaning forward and throwing my arms around his neck. My bare chest presses to his as our mouths take over once again. This kiss is the prelude, the introduction of what’s tocome. I can feel it as a collective need wraps around us, drawing us together and refusing to let go.

“Jack?” I whisper with his mouth pressed to mine.

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