Page 47 of Not Falling for the Forward
“I’m not saying no.” I grin.
“One sec.” I hear rustling on the other end of the phone, maybe him taking his clothes off. I blush at the thought, heat racing through me.
A few seconds later my phone pings with a text. I immediately open the picture. Jacks tattooed six-pack and chest are the first thing I see, “I don’t think you’ll have any issues with the upcoming photo shoot.” I grin.
“Your turn.”
“Oh, I don’t remember agreeing to that.” I tease as I get up out of bed.
“Anyone ever called you a cock tease before, Emily?” The filthiness of that word makes my knees buckle.
“Hmmm, maybe?” I say as adrenaline floods my system.
I rummage through my underwear draw to find something sexy to wear to send him. I settle on a black lacy bra and panties set I bought a few years ago. I snap a couple of pictures making sure I turn slightly so he can see the curve of my bum too. “You’re not having anything with my face in, I’m post night shift, so the eye bags are crazy!”
“I’m sure you’re as stunning as you always are,” he says. I can tell when he gets the picture through because he goes silent.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Fucking perfect. Well, almost.”
“Almost?” Shit. I know I’m not like the models he’s used to but I thought he liked my body… What has he seen that he doesn’t like?
“Your bra is see-through enough so I can see the outline of your nipple ring, but not enough so I can actually see it,” he says, sounding disappointed.
“That’s a shame,” I say as I lift my hand up and unclip my bra. I’m well aware my tits are my best asset, and I want him to remember what he is missing. Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t seen them before. A shot of electricity makes its way to my core as I snap another picture and send it to him.
His surprised groan of, “Fuck, Em,” has me wishing this was more than just a phone call.
Chapter twenty-one
Emily
“I really could have driven myself,” I say as I seat myself in one the lush seats of Jacks car.
“I know, but now I get to spend more time with you,” he shrugs, grinning. His eyes roam up my body and back down, darkening as they take me in. The attention sends a shiver down my spine. I have decided that the way Jack looks at me, is the only way I ever want to be looked at.
I have been waiting for this date for two weeks, it’s technically the third date, if you count the pool game that was perfect, until it wasn’t. After I told him about the shift I had swapped to see him, he cleared out a cinema so I could swoon at Glen Powell in his most recent movie, and he could pretend not to like it. That makes two, which means this trip to an arcade he’s hired out will be three.
Third date means sex, right? God, I fucking hope so. I’m not usually one to put a time scale on things like sex, having to wait until you get to know each other before you do it or whatever. I didn’t exactly wait with Chris, we slept together the night I met him. Whenthere’s chemistry, there’s chemistry. And Jack and I have a whole lot of that.
After those pictures we sent last week became much more X-rated as the conversation progressed and he talked me into using my vibrator for him to hear down the phone, I am desperate for the real thing with him. The few orgasms we have now shared are not enough. I want all of him.
“Really, though, it doesn’t make sense for you to drive all the way past the place to come and get me, then on the way back you’ll have to go in the other direction before going home,” I ramble. The last thing I want to be to anyone is a burden.
“Em.” Jack eyes me for a second before turning back to the road, “It’s fine, this way I know you’ve arrived safe.”
Oh.
A heavy weight lays over us at the reminder of how Jack feels about car safety and it brings the conversation to a halt. After he lost his best friends it’s a miracle he even gets into a car. I guess never getting into a car again wouldn’t be very practical, especially with his job taking him all over the country. He explained to me on one of our many phone calls that he feels like him driving is the best way for him to control the outcome. He hasn’t been a passenger in a car since the accident. He has tried, with his sister, his mum and dad, but he has panicked every time. So he drives. Always.
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“You sure you’ve played this before?” I say between hiccups of laughter as Jack’s mini-golf ball flies past the hole we are playing and over not one but two other holes.
“I’m used to bigger golf, I’ll admit.” He grins as his already pink cheeks darken further.
We have been running around the arcade playing different games for almost three hours now and I haven’t laughed like this in a really long time. Most of my laughing has come at Jack’s expense, but he seems to suck at everything apart from football and pool.
