Page 13 of Don't Lie to Me

“Seven years isn’t too big of a difference.”

“I’m dark and scary and incapable of caring about people.”

I scoffed. “You take care of Logan and me all the time. Quit cataloging your faults and tell me what you want Jack.” My hand slowly moved up the planes of his stomach, gently feeling his abdomen tighten as I travelled farther up across his pectoral muscles and around to his neck, much like how he held mine. They moved on their own volition and the only thing I could think about was how I desperately didn’t want him to push me away again. Not now. Not anymore.

He leaned down and rested his forehead on mine, then inhaled softly, and rubbed his nose into my hair. “You smell like peaches and cream and I haven’t been able to get this smell, or the taste of your lips, or the feel of your hips out of my head. I feel like I’m losing complete control but I can’t stop thinking about you, or wanting you.”

“You make that sound like a bad thing.”

“It has the potential to ruin me.” With his head on mine, I couldn’t look up and see the torment in his eyes that I heard in his wavering voice. I don’t know what he meant by that, but I knew he wasn’t talking professionally. Maybe he felt the same way I did about him.

Taking a risk and being with Jack McMillan would most definitely ruin me for all other men, and open the door to have my heart shattered into a million pieces all over again.

I should have been afraid. A part of me was. This was all coming from a man who had a three date limit. I didn’t know if our drinks counted as one, or if this did, but regardless, I knew our time together was limited.

I moved my hands and slowly undid the first button on his shirt, and then the second. Taking that as a sign of my acceptance, which it most surely was, Jack’s hands gripped my waist, picked me up and set me roughly down on top of the countertop. I immediately spread my legs, allowing him to move right up against me, his erection evident when he pressed into me. His mouth attacked mine like a dying man in search of water and I had no other choice but to take everything he had to give me.

He groaned deep in his throat and fanned the flame already building in my belly for him. I shifted closer to him, needing to rub myself against him and find relief from the pressure that was building faster than I had ever experienced before.

He tore my shirt and bra off of me before I could blink and then stepped back, just fractionally, and gazed down on my full breasts with almost completely blackened eyes. He was hungry for them and I leaned back on the counter, giving him a better look. His mouth moved to one, licking it teasingly. I moaned and shifted my hips again into his erection.

I wanted to remove his pants and feel him deep inside and let him devour me until I was fully sated. I lost all patience when his mouth covered a nipple, hardening it into a tight little bud. His other hand worked feverishly on my other nipple.

“Jack….I need….” I was seconds away from completely falling apart and he was still fully clothed. I didn’t even know what I needed exactly. More pressure, more of him, faster, harder… I couldn’t finish the thought.

He removed his mouth from my nipple and began torturing my stomach with light feathery kisses.

“I know what you need,” he whispered into my stomach. The light vibrations sent shockwaves throughout my entire body. I tried to buck my hips toward him, showing him what I needed most of all but his large, and surprisingly soft hand clamped down on my hip holding me firmly in place. The more I wiggled, the firmer the pressure became.

“I’ll take care of it, Emma. Stay still.” He was mad if he thought I could stay still through this torture of his tongue teasing my lower stomach. He swirled his tongue deep inside my belly button and I arched my back into him, groaning his name loudly. I threw my hands into his hair pulling him closer, or pushing him down, I wasn’t sure. I just needed him to move.

“You taste so good, Emma. I can’t wait to bury my cock into you. Tell me you want me.”

I moaned again, louder than before as his hands went to the waist of my pants. He began pulling them down but stopped, and looked me directly in the eyes. “I need to hear you say it.”

His hungry voice was commanding. I had never heard him sound so absolute in what he needed before. This was much different from the professional tone he used with me during work hours or the friendly banter we exchanged with Logan. It left no room for me to back out or argue with him. Not that I wanted to. I wanted him desperately.

I nodded. “I want you.” I wiggled my hips, hoping he would get the sign and remove the rest of my clothing.

He smiled a wicked grin, one side of his mouth quirked up slightly higher than the left. His eyes felt like they were piercing into my soul as he removed my pants. He sucked in a quick breath when he reached my black lace thong and lightly trailed his fingers across the edges, sending flames sparking through my entire core. He chucked lightly and kissed along the top edge of my underwear, soothing the bumps that prickled every inch of my skin, before removing them completely.

I sat up and removed his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders while he kept his hands firmly planted on my thighs, only moving them to shuck off the cuffs of his sleeves. When I reached for his pants to finish helping remove his clothing, he stopped me with a penetrating gaze. “Not yet. Lean back on your arms and open your legs wider.”

I felt my wetness increase just by the words he spoke and the way he stared at me, almost daring me to disobey. I couldn’t. I had never been bossed around so much before with a man, and certainly never thought I would like it, but every time Jack spoke and told me what to do, my body operated immediately; as if on instinct. It made me feel slutty and sexy all at the same time.

I gasped as he pulled me to the edge of the counter, nudging my legs further apart and gazing longingly down at my folds that were dripping wet.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured before leaning down and with one long, thick stroke of his tongue, had me screaming his name.

“Oh god….Jack!” That one swipe almost had me falling over the edge of complete ecstasy and had it ended there, it would have been more than enough, but Jack wasn’t done. He roughly inserted two fingers into me and moaned at my tightness. His tongue continued to flick against my clit, nipping it, devouring it all while his fingers pumped tightly into me.

My arms felt like they would give way at any moment and my entire body started shaking. My orgasm began building from a depth I didn’t know existed.

“Come for me, Emma. I need to hear it.” He went back to work on my clit, licking and sucking ferociously as my orgasm built higher and higher. “That’s it baby, let it go. Now.”

He made one final swipe against my core and applied pressure with his thumb, his fingers moved simultaneously inside me in a come-hither motion. I exploded, screaming his name. The walls of my vagina clenched, pulling his fingers deeper. My toes tightened, and my thighs tensed around him, holding him in place.

If I wasn’t so completely out of my mind, I might have been embarrassed by my behavior but I was too far gone to care. I fell back against the countertop, the cold granite felt instantly cooling against my heated and flushed skin as the last of my tremors left my body.

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