Page 28 of Betting Blind
My thoughts are silenced when Jack grabs a fistful of my hair, tugging the tresses firmly, and I let a small moan escape. The wickedness curving his lips tells me he enjoys toying with me, and I angle my head closer to him as I wait for him to give me the one thing I’ve secretly craved since that night in the kitchen.
He brushes the roughness of his beard down the side of my exposed neck, and a thrill builds between my legs.Yes, yes!I think to myself when the warmth of his kiss finally presses against my skin. He lightly nips the tender spot before releasing my hair. “Do you want me to stop?” His voice rumbles against me and damn my heart for softening at the gesture.
I reach up, fanning my hands across his pecs, and use the force of my weight to lay him flat on his back. “Hell no.”
I crawl my way up his big body and situate myself so I’m straddling him. Taking control, I roll my hips against his length to gauge his response. His lower half bucks instinctively, thrusting me forward toward his mouth, and my long hair falls around us like a curtain. For an instant, our heavy panting is the only sound I can hear. I lean my body over his chest until I feel the warmth of his breath against my lips, mingling with my own.
When my lips fall to his, the unexpected softness has my body melting against him, and I resist the urge to moan directly into his mouth. I can taste the faint hint of Jack Daniel’s, and it spurs me to kiss him deeper. Thisbliss… I never want it to end.
A low sound rumbles in his chest, encouraging me to continue, and I boldly trace his velvet lips with the tip of my tongue. He opens his mouth to greet me, and our body heat scorches its way through our clothing. I reach up, grabbing his dark hair in my fist and pull it the same way he pulled mine as I grind against him. His light laughter tickles my lips, and I repeat the motion once more. “Do you like it rough, Cassidy?” he asks between kisses and pulls at my bottom lip with his teeth. My eyes widen in surprise as he says, “I’ve been dying to do that.”
I smile against him and roll my pelvis over the hard length of him once more, spreading tingles throughout my body as I find that perfect spot.
The fire in his gaze has me yanking my tank top over my head, and I relish the effect I have on this man. Arching my back slightly, I reach behind to unclasp my bra. His hands jolt forward the second the snaps pop, forming around my breasts and keeping my bra in place.
“Wait,” he commands.
I groan. “What is it?” But the breathless woman I’m hearing doesn’t sound like me at all.
He sits up quickly, positioning my legs around his waist, and I grab onto his shoulders to stabilize myself. Looking down at his hands still holding my covered breasts, I flick my gaze back up.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks.
How could I possibly want anything else? Exasperated, I roll my eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” But the narrowed look he sends my way has me picking at him.
I lean into his rigid body and nip his ear. “Are you scared?” I goad him, wiggling my lower half. The twitch in his cheek makes my smile spread wider.
“Do you need an anatomy lesson? It’s really quite simple. You put the hard thing in the soft thing, and then you move around a whole bunch.”
He closes his eyes and sighs. “I know how sex works, Cassidy.”
“Do you?” I tilt my head before grabbing his face in my hands and kissing his nose.
The small action leaches the tension from his shoulders. “I am not going to have sex with you in the bed of my truck.”
“But—” The words freeze in my throat as he leans closer, mimicking me and nipping my ear.
Jack’s voice rumbles low against the side of my face. “When I fuck you for first time, it’s going to be proper.”
The vulgar word heats my core to the point of liquifying. “Proper?” I gulp.
He graces me with that sexy smile of his. “In a room.” He trails kisses along my neck. “With a bed and a mirror.” His hand reaches between us to rub the center of my shorts with long, sensual strokes, and my bra is losing the battle of staying up. “Somewhere where I can watch myself worship your perfect body…repeatedly.”
The emphasis on the last word elicits a shiver.Damn.
He lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply. He meets my tongue with his and the sensation zings all the way down to the tips of my toes. Does kissing always feel this good? He runs his fingers up and down my bare stomach before swiftly moving them under the waistband of my shorts, where he creates torturous, lazy circles.
I momentarily wonder how he feels about the way women shave, but he clearly doesn’t care as he picks up his pace. He continues kissing me, pausing only to whisper dirty things to me. “You’re ready for me.”
Hell yes, I am.
He slides one finger between my legs and then another. His movements are perfect as they glide in and out, up and down. Turning my face into his neck, I moan lightly. The way he’s touching me is nothing short of miraculous. I’ve pleasured myself before, but it hasneverfelt like this. He expertly rubs the heel of his palm over my bundle of nerves as his strong fingers work me over.
Reaching up to my chest, I pull the material half covering my breasts away, and he stills for a moment to admire me. “Jesus. You’re perfect,” he says as he bends down and traces one of my nipples with his tongue.
Pressure begins to build between my legs. “Oh my God, Jack,” I pant, and his knowing smile pushes me closer toward the edge of pleasure. His hand continues its persistent motions, and I can feel a scorching orgasm building.
“Just let go,” he tells me quietly. I thought I’ve had an orgasm before, but clearly, I was very, very wrong. He halts his sliding fingers, switching his attention upward, and rubs me a bit faster, keeping the perfect amount of pressure over the overly sensitive spot, working it until I can no longer control myself. I moan loudly as the mounting orgasm becomes so intense, I can hardly catch a breath.
