Page 9 of Jack

“Shit.” I pull back, trying to catch my breath, her doing the same.

“Sorry,” she mutters.

Leaning back so I can look her in the eyes, I tilt her chin up so she can see me.

“What are you sorry for?” I ask. “I am sure as fuck not sorry for getting a taste of you finally.”

“It’s just. I don’t go around kissing men.”

“Thank fuck for that.” I grin at her.

“Why are you thankful?” Her cheeks are pink with a blush, and I like the look on her.

I pull my hands back from her body and wince when my hand makes contact with my thigh.

“Let me clean that better and bandage it up for you.”

“You going to look after me, baby? Do you have a naughty nurse’s outfit in the car?” I wink, making her blush tenfold.

I point to the cupboard where the first aid kit is kept.

“Behave, Jack.” Damn I love my name on her lips.

I step behind her as she looks through the box to see what she needs.

“Around you?” —I pause— “Never,” I declare.

She giggles then steps to one side, moving over to the clean countertop. I follow her like a fucking lost puppy because apparently she has that effect on me.

“Can you sit, please?” She points to a stool.

I follow her gentle command, offering her my injured hand. Keeping my focus on her, she gets to work cleaning the cut, making me hiss when she adds antibacterial spray.

“Sorry,”

“Are you really sorry, baby? Or are you secretly a masochist and like to torture unsuspecting men?” I joke with her, making her giggle.

“We all have to have our secrets, Jack.” She winks at me.

And fuck me, I am done.

“I bet you have some dirty secrets, Lil.” My voice is low, and I see the effect it has on her.

Her body shakes a little, her breathing changes.

Shit, I know they say that redheads are sweet on the outside but feisty on the inside and a freak in the bedroom, and fuck me, I am looking forward to finding out.

She looks at me from the corner of her eye, while still tending to my hand. My other hand is itching to touch her, to slide up under her skirt and touch her milky skin.

To see that pale skin turn pink when I fuck her. When she comes, to see her lips part is something I plan on making happen very soon, but I need to do shit right with Lilith, because I don’t want to scare her off. I want to keep her and make her mine.

“All done,” she whispers.

She has always been on the softer side, never one to make waves but is there when her people need her. Definitely Ol’ Lady material. Well, for me anyway.

“Baby, come here.” I shift my body, spreading my legs, hoping she steps between them, coming closer to me.

She hesitates, keeping her gaze firmly on mine. I think she sees that I will wait for her, because a sigh slips free then her body inches forward.

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