Page 84 of Don't Lie to Me

Jack shook his head. “I called the counselors a couple of times but they keep saying he’s not ready to talk to me. There’s just too much history that’s passed between us, but I keep hoping once he’s clean – if he stays clean – we’ll be able to talk.”

“I hope so, too.” I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Jack exhaled as I pulled away and I felt some of the tension leave his body. “How long will he be there?”

“Until he demands to leave, or three more months whichever comes first, but I’ve heard he’s doing really well.” He pushed me back a little bit and my eyes widened at the distance he put between us. “How can you not fucking hate me right now? I treated you like shit and yet you’re hear listening to all of this and caring about me and Brian.” He shook his head and closed his eyes like he couldn’t believe how someone could love him so much to see past their faults.

Maybe he didn’t get it.

I grabbed his cheeks with both of my hands and pulled his face to mine.

“Because I love you, Jack. And love isn’t always rainbows and unicorns. It’s work. And sometimes it’s ugly and nasty, but when you love someone, you press through all the bullshit because you remember how good it can be.”

He leaned forward, resting his forehead on mine. “I don’t deserve you, Emma. But I swear,” his eyes pierced me and I saw how much he loved me. “Give me another chance, and I promise not to fuck it up ever again. I love you, Emma. Take me back and I promise I will make it up to you and will never push you away again.”

I didn’t know if it was a promise he could keep, but I knew Jack’s love for me was real. Any type of relationship with Jack would feel like a rollercoaster. I would always feel the absolute thrill of being at the top where you think you could conquer anything, and we would have our heart splattering plummets at the very bottom. But he loved me, and he loved me fiercely. He also loved Logan

That alone would make the ride completely worth it.

It took me about a half second to agree and he knew the moment I did because he smiled and his eyes dropped again to my hideous robe.

His smile increased and I laughed softly, knowing what he was thinking.

Slowly, he reached out and rubbed the edge of my robe, just above my breasts. My breath caught in my throat as he touched me for the first time in too damn long.

He brought his eyes to mine, one eyebrow raised. “Haven’t we talked about this ugly thing?”

I pursed my lips, biting back my smile. “I’m not sure it’s yours to critique anymore.”

Jack licked his lips and rubbed his tongue across the front of his teeth. “You’ve been mine since our first kiss and you always will be.”

“Always?” My breath hitched in my throat.

He nodded and I smiled. In an instant, I was in Jack’s arms, being carried down the hall.

He tossed me on the bed and all I could do was stare at him wide eyed as he began unbuttoning his shirt, a feral and wild look in his eyes as he watched me remove my robe.

“Always.” His eyes darkened as I took off my robe and he climb slowly, predatorily over me. He lowered his mouth to one of my breasts and sucked it until it hardened into a pink nub. Soon we were a mess of hands, furiously roaming each other’s bodies. We stroked, pulled, grasped at each other, our moans and the sound of skin slapping together the only things I could hear.

“I need you,” I cried out as his fingers teased my clit. “All of you.”

He leaned forward, panting just inches from my mouth and smiled wickedly. “I’m one fucking lucky man to have you. I won’t ever forget this chance.”

His mouth descended onto mine as his hand left my body. His hips pulled back until I felt the tip of his cock sitting at my entrance. My hands gripped him, pulling him into me. I arched into him, wiggling my hips against him, getting used to the feel of him inside me again.

It was perfect. The feel of him on top of me, his body surrounding me, the way he moved inside of me, his scent permeated everything in the room. Jack owned every inch of me.

I was in heaven as he slowly began moving again. His eyes stayed on mine, peering down on me with nothing but love in them.

“Jack?” I whispered, almost against his mouth when he was so close to me.

His raised eyebrows asked the question ‘what?’

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. Always.”

“Always.”

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