Page 160 of Untouchable
She took a step closer to Jack. “So that’s done.”
Jack’s dark eyes narrowed, and he tugged in agitation on his sleeve. “Is it? Kelly, you look strange. What’s going on?”
Kelly took another step so that she was directly in front of him. So close she could reach out and touch him.
Fuck Caleb. Kelly didn’t—wouldn’t—want him anymore.
Dropping her eyelids slowly, she gazed up at Jack through her eyelashes. “I’m reconsidering a few things.”
Despite the shift in her energy, Jack still clearly didn’t know what to expect. His mouth was slightly open, and his forehead had wrinkled into lines of confusion.
She liked that Jack was confused. Liked that he was off stride. Liked that he wasn’t prepared for every possibility the way Caleb was. And liked that he didn’t always plan twenty steps ahead.
She couldn’t let herself be the kind of person who fell in love with Caleb, and there was only one way to prove that to the world—and to herself.
Kelly took one more step, pressing her body up against Jack’s. “In fact, I’m reconsidering everything.”
Then she slid her hands up his chest until they were spanning the back of his neck. She could both feel and hear him suck in a sharp breath. Then she combed the fingers of one hand up and through his hair until she could ease his head down toward hers.
“Including you,” she breathed, using her free hand to pull the clip out of her hair, letting the long waves tumble down her back.
Jack made a guttural sound in his throat, heat igniting in his eyes. But he was still surprised, his body stiff and unmoving against hers.
So Kelly pulled his head down all the way, capturing his lips in a kiss.
The kiss was slow at first since Jack was obviously unprepared for it. But Kelly slid her tongue along his lips, faintly tasting a mingling of coffee and toothpaste. One hand came up and held his face, feeling the rough texture of his skin against her palm. Then she dipped her tongue into his mouth, slid it along the inside of his lips.
At this point Jack moaned into her mouth, and then his arms were suddenly around her, holding her tightly against him.
By the time her tongue slid all the way into his mouth, his tongue was ready to meet it, teasing and tangling with hers.
Jack’s kiss wasn’t anything like Caleb’s—less subtle, less nuanced, more direct and traditional. But it was effective and enthusiastic, and Kelly had no trouble getting into it.
Their mouths were wide open now, and Kelly’s eyes were shut. She could hear herself making little noises as her lips and tongue moved urgently against Jack’s.
His hand slid up, tangling in her loose hair. Then he pivoted their bodies, and they moved backward until the edge of the table was poking into her butt. He heaved her up, propping her on the side of the table.
She parted her legs and pulled up her skirt enough to let his body fit between her thighs. Their mouths had disconnected, both of them gasping for breath, and now his mouth started trailing along her face and down her throat, the stubble on his jaw scraping her sensitive skin.
She liked how concrete and natural it felt. Normal. Like the rest of the world. Not like her and Caleb.
“Kelly,” he muttered, still mouthing the pulsing in her throat. “Kelly, what’s going on? I thought you didn’t…”
Her head had fallen backward, giving him better access to her neck. “I changed my mind,” she murmured, her arms twining once more around his broad shoulders. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“Hell, no,” he huffed out, one of his hands sliding up to cup one of her breasts over her top. “Just… surprised.”
Kelly arched into his touch. Her body was responding just a little, but something else was driving her on, compelling her to do this. Something hard and brutal and blinding.
Fuck Caleb anyway. He wasn’t the only man who could turn her on, who could make her body feel good.
Tweaking her tightening nipple, Jack raised his head to stare down at her. “Damn, Kelly. You’re gorgeous.” His other hand was holding the back of her head, keeping her from falling backward on the table. “Breathtaking.”
She wished he wouldn’t talk. Wished he wouldn’t look at her that way. All she wanted to do was fuck him senseless.
She pulled him down to kiss him again, mostly just to keep him from talking. But after he pulled his mouth away once more, he buried his face in her hair. “You’re blazing,” he said in a thick mutter, “like… like…”
He either couldn’t think of a good analogy or had distracted himself by sliding a hand up her bare thigh.
