Page 26 of Come Back to Me

I whimper, and as I do, his cock twitches on my back.

He moans as if my sounds have power over him—which I love.

I look over my shoulder and make eye contact with him, begging, “More, please, more. Under my panties, Jack.”

Jack groans and puts his lips to my temple. He hesitates and takes a few deep breaths in through his nose and out his mouth.

Afraid he’s changing his mind, I push my ass back into him, rubbing against him.

He growls. “Not here, Annie. As much as I want you right now, I won’t risk someone else seeing you.”

Since Teddy leftbefore Jack came outside, he doesn’t need to go back into the bar before we leave. Janie drove me here, so I go inside to tell her discreetly that Jack is giving me a ride home. I grab my denim jacket then head out to his truck.

He’s waiting, leaning up against his truck and piercing me with his eyes as he watches me approach. He walks me to the passenger side, opening the door for me. Before shutting the door, he leans in and places a tender kiss on my lips.

“Annie, I know your week has been bad. I need to make sure this, here”—he gestures between us—“isn’t about that. I don’t want to take advantage of how you’re feeling from your week.”

“Ever the gentleman, Jack.” I smile. I look him straight in those smoldering gray eyes so he can see I’m serious about my next words. “The drinks and the dancing were about my week. The rest of this is about us and only us.”

Staring intently back into my eyes, his voice is gravelly when he says, “That’s all I needed to hear.”

Eight long minutes later, we’re at Jack’s house, Gracie has been let out, and we’re back in Jack’s kitchen.

“Do you want something to dri?—”

Before he can finish, I pull my tank over my head. His eyes widen and my black lace bra appears to have done what I’d hoped it would, refocused him on my body and stunned him silent.

My nipples are tight with excitement and its very obvious that Jack has noticed as his eyes darken and his pupils dilate. He closes the distance between us in two long strides, the predatory look in his eyes making me quiver with excitement. In one swift move, he picks me up, sits me on the quartz waterfall island and has his body wedged between my legs.

“Annie…” he growls, while rubbing both of my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.

It feels so damn good that I can’t help but moan as his mouth finds mine.

He pulls my bra straps down my shoulders and frees my breasts from my bra, cupping one and gently pinching the nipple of the other in the most delicious way. When he pulls his mouth away from mine, I make a frustrated sound and he chuckles, “Patience, sugar, patience.”

He’s apparently got a new nickname for me now and it sounds so sexy when he calls me it. His mouth quickly finds one of my nipples, driving me absolutely wild between the licking, nipping, and sucking. He’s a damn expert.Like seriously, how does someone get so damn good at that?

I’m so enraptured by what he’s doing to me I don’t even notice he’s reached down, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and is holding them by the waistband.

“Lift,” he orders, around my nipple.

I immediately do as he says, and he has my pants and panties off so fast I’m stunned.

He steps back to look at me.

I know I should feel embarrassed, splayed out here on his kitchen island, but the way he looks at me makes me feel powerful and desirable. I can’t find any inkling of embarrassment in all these feelings.

“God, you’re beautiful. Every fucking thing about you is so beautiful, Annie.”

Jack grabs me under my ass on each side and pulls me closer to the edge of the island. “You’re in charge here. Tell me what you need. Tell me what you want, sweet girl.”

The intimacy in the way he says these words to me is both comforting and sets my desire for him on fire.

I look at him for a moment before answering quietly, “Touch me, please.”

Jack doesn’t hesitate in giving me what I want as he slowly runs a finger along my pussy with just enough pressure to make me insane.

“Like this?” he asks. He doesn’t break eye contact, and he teases me as he continues the movement. “Or maybe like this?” he whispers, as hefinallytouches my clit.

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