Page 35 of Cupid's Beau

And then he sinks to his knees, pushing my thighs apart, his lips and tongue making me gasp and clutch his shoulders and-

He stops and looks up, and the sight of him between my legs, hair messy, shirt open, eyes wild, nearly sends me over the edge.

And then he smiles, a wicked little grin that tells me exactly what he intends to do.

Oh.

Yes, please.

I lean back and let the wave take me.

* * *

Later, wrapped in nothing but his big, strong arms, I trace patterns on his chest. “Soooo, about that tour…”

Jack laughs, pulling me closer.

“Also, we do need to eat eventually.”

“Eventually,” he agrees, but his mouth is already finding mine again.

* * *

After a very thorough “tour” of his bedroom - we raid his kitchen. I’m wearing one of his t-shirts. He’s in low-slung pajama pants, hair deliciously mussed. So fucking sexy I can barely keep my eyes and hands off him.

“Your fridge is depressing,” I announce, peering inside.

“I haven’t been here in a minute.” He comes up behind me, arms wrapping around my waist. I give him my weight, dropping my head back on his shoulder, my hands coming to rest on his. “Someone kept distracting me on an island.”

“Should I be jealous?”

“Terribly.” His lips brush my neck. “She even steals my clothes.”

“Good for her.” I peer up into his beautiful eyes. “Sounds like she has excellent taste.”

“She does.” But his voice has gone serious. “And she sees through all my walls. Makes me want things I’d given up on.”

I turn in his arms. “Like what?”

“Like this. Coming home to someone. Making midnight snacks. Building a life.”

“That’s a lot of pressure to put on a midnight snack.”

Jack laughs, and the sound warms me from the inside out. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I rise on my toes to kiss him. “Even if your fridge is tragic. We’re ordering in, right?”

“Already done.” He nods toward his phone on the counter.“Food’s on the way.”

“My hero.”

“Thought you might be hungry after…” He smirks. “The tour.”

“Very thorough tour.” I hop on the counter, enjoying how his eyes darken when the shirt rides up. “But I still haven’t seen the rest of the place.”

“Later.” He steps between my legs, hands sliding up my thighs. “We have more pressing matters.”

I giggle against his kissing lips. “Baby, the food’s coming.”

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