Page 8 of Jack

“Oh my God, what happened? Come here.”

Leading me over to the sink in the corner of the garage, she turns on the faucet, the cold water hitting my injured hand and hers.

“We need to clean it.”

“It is okay, just a little cut, babe. I was trying to remove a nut, but the fucker wouldn’t shift, and the tool slipped. Got me good, but I don’t think I need stitches.”

I look down at my hand and the bleeding is already slowing down.

“See.” I smile at her.

“That looked worse than it was.” Her voice has gone soft now.

We say nothing for seconds, both of us looking where our hands are connected. She tries to pull hers away, but I don’t let her.

I bring my gaze up, scanning her from head to toe and liking very fucking much what I see. Her deep red hair, styled in two small braids that she has tied at the back of her head. Her make-up is barely there, and she is wearing a long mustard colored skirt, with a T-shirt tucked in at the waist with a sun image on the front.

“Why did you come here?”

Blinking, her gaze hits mine and shit, I want to bend her over and take her right here, so everyone knows she is mine. Her green eyes are filled with lust, but I see she is unsure also. Lilithisn’t the type of woman to sleep around with random men, she is the commitment type.

“Oh, um. I wanted to bring some new candies I made for Dom and Juni to try. The last batch I made for them got stolen by Calder when he and Kady came to my house for a visit.”

“Calder has been to your house?” I growl.

Fucker.

She blinks again at my tone, then swallows.

“Yes. He is with my cousin, so, yes, he is going to come to my house.”

“Why have I not been invited to try these candies? I bet they taste as sweet as you,” I say smoothly.

I inch closer to her.

Her breath hitches, and I smirk down at her.

“You don’t know how I taste,” she blurts out.

Then like she just realized what she said, her eyes go wide, making me chuckle.

“I’m sorry, I mean. Frick. I should go,” she stammers, and it is cute as hell.

“Not a fucking chance. Now I need a taste.”

I don’t give her a chance to reply, before I press my lips to hers.

Lilith is not some chick you kiss roughly; you savor her, take her gently until she is ready to add more heat to the touch. My uninjured hand cups her face, her soft skin against my rough palm. My other hand slips around her waist, praying that I get no blood on her clothing.

Our kiss is the kind that makes you see what you have been missing out on. It evokes a bunch of feelings and thoughts that I had once buried.

I inch closer.

Needing to be touching more of her.

Needing my body pressed to hers.

She whimpers into my mouth when my palm connects with her ass, giving it a squeeze, testing the waters with her. Lilith is not someone you can rush, or so I thought. Lilith pushes her tongue into my mouth, twisting hers with mine, leaving my cock a begging bulge in my pants.

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