Don't Lie to Me (32 page)

“Get dressed,” he demanded and held out my coat.

I took a few steps backwards and shook my head. “We need to talk.”

“You think I can talk when you look like that? Christ, Emma. You’re not even wearing underwear.” His frustration, and arousal, were evident and I didn’t bother hiding my giggle of happiness. I was watching him unravel in front of me.

“You like me bare for you.” I rubbed the palms of my hands against my hips and thighs, resisting the urge to cover up in front of him.

“Shit.” He turned and left the room, running upstairs, faster than I had ever seen him move while I stood still, in the middle of his living room, shocked that he had run away from me. I frowned, and just as I debated whether to hang my head and slink out of there, or chase him upstairs, I heard his footsteps in the hallway upstairs and knew he was coming back down.

He held out one of his white dress shirts, staying an arms-length away from me. Frustration etched in every one of his facial features.

“No.” I crossed my arms against my stomach. It only served to push my full, aching breasts up further and I watched Jack’s gaze settle on them, before drifting lower to my bare skin that I knew he wanted to get his hands on. He couldn’t hide his desire from me.

Even if it pissed him off that he wanted me.

“Put the shirt on.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I can’t talk to you when you’re dressed like this. Put the damn shirt on and I’ll talk to you.”

I took it from him reluctantly and pushed my arms through my sleeves. “It’s on.”

I smiled when he cursed at me again. “Button. It.”

I started laughing. I couldn’t help it. I loved his frustration. I loved how his eyes darkened, knowing how much he wanted me. How hard he was trying to resist taking me and having his way with me. I reveled in it and I knew I could have him back. Every look he gave me showed me how much he loved me. I saw how much he desired me. His pants grew tighter as his crotch grew more uncomfortable and I giggled again. I did. Like a school girl, and I didn’t care.

“You do it,” I finally said, not surprised at all that my voice came out in a deep whisper.

Jack closed his mouth and I watched as he licked across the front of his teeth. With his hands balled into tights fists at his sides, I knew he was trying to resist ripping his shirt off and throwing me over his couch again.

I loved it. I loved how I could bring him to the brink of losing all self-control. I watched him debate what I said before he finally closed the space between us. He started at the lowest button and focused on each button and his fingers as if it were the most precious project in the entire world. He held his shirt and hands far enough away from me so there was no chance of his skin brushing up against mine.

I smiled down at him and looked around the living room, remembering the night he made me come, straddled on his couch, the first night he said he wanted to try dating me. I bit my cheek to keep my tears away at the memory.

“How does it feel?” I whispered as he continued to work, shakily, on the buttons on his shirt. He grunted something unintelligible and I continued. “How does it feel to walk into every room of this place and remember what it was like when I was spread out for your pleasure, Jack?” I didn’t give him a chance to answer before I flung more questions at him.

“Do you remember how I tasted when you had me on your kitchen counter? Do you think of how I sucked your cocked when you were sitting at the desk in your office? Do you miss the way my thighs wrap around your waist when you slide into me and completely fill me?”

He dropped his shirt and stepped away so quickly, rubbing the back of his hair, that for a second I wondered if I pushed him too far. Had I pissed him off so much he was going to throw me out again?

I almost regretted getting carried away until he turned away and I saw that his face was flushed. His cheeks were pink and he was so turned on, his pupils were almost completely dilated, his breathing heavy.

“What in the hell has gotten into you?” He exhaled loudly, staring at me, from too far away. He looked at me as if I was a wanted but dangerous treasure. As if one simple touch would destroy him. I knew exactly how he felt as he stared at me, breathing heavily, the tendons in his neck sticking out. My pulse raced and for the first time in weeks, I felt alive.

“You did, Jack. You made me fall in love with you, to want you every second of every day, and I know you love me too. And I’m not leaving today until you make love to me like you love to do, and then tell me what’s going on.”

“I. Can’t.” He spit it out with such frustration that I knew I was close to getting what I wanted. What I needed.

“Can’t or won’t?” I asked with an arched eyebrow. “Don’t lie to me, Jack.”

I placed a hand on my hip and chewed on the inside of my bottom lip. Every one of my senses felt alive. I could smell him from across the room; practically feel his hands caress the curves of my hips and breasts. I took a large breath, knowing he could see my chest heaving. Heavy and waiting for him.

He looked tortured and I loved it. I wanted him to feel the exact same way I had felt for the last several weeks, what it felt like to be without him. He glanced back at the door and down to my coat, most likely debating kicking me out. But I held my ground, refusing to leave until I got from him what I needed; what I came for.

“You need to leave. It isn’t safe for you to be here.” He held out my coat, silently asking – begging - me to put it on, and I shook my head.

“Tell me why,” I breathed out. I was wet, dripping, and I knew he could see it on me. I looked at him devilishly, and resisted the urge to press my legs together. Instead, I moved my feet further apart and his gaze dropped to my thighs. His lips disappeared into a tight line as he pressed them together when my fingers began undoing the buttons he had just put together. I didn’t want to be hidden from him, and this was the only way I could get him to act. His eyes looked hazy, practically drunk, as he dropped his gaze to my garter belt and nakedness beneath it as I gently, and teasingly slowly placed one of my fingers against my folds and pressed it in slowly.

“Shit,” he groaned and grabbed the back of his neck with both hands, lacing them together. My eyes rolled back and I moaned at the thought of pleasing myself in front of him, under his hot stare that could undo me in an instant, but I stopped myself.

I slowly moved my own finger and rubbed it once, then twice, against myself before bringing it to my mouth. Jack’s eyes followed me the entire time.

I parted my lips, and slowly licked myself off my finger. It reminded me of the time he touched me in the elevator. Our first date when he didn’t speak and took control. I kept my eyes on him the entire time, teasing him.

I saw the moment he lost control; the moment I had him.

In three quick steps, Jack was in front of me.

“Fuck it,” he muttered and grabbed my hand from my mouth and placed it in his. I closed my eyes and moaned as his hot mouth finished licking the juices off my finger. I was hot, and ready to explode as soon as his lips touched me.

He used his free hand and grabbed my hips, pulling me flush against his body as he devoured my fingers that touched myself. I pressed my hips into him, feeling his hardness through his jeans and threw my head back.

“Jack,” I whispered or moaned or screamed. I had no idea and I didn’t care.

Without warning, he removed my hand from his and pushed two of his thick fingers into me. I jumped up onto my tiptoes from the force of his entrance and laid my head against his shoulder.

“Always so wet and tight for me. God I’ve missed you, Emma.” He moved his fingers exactly how he knew I liked it, rough and fast, with no sense of slowing down anytime soon.

My breath grew ragged. I panted against him and inhaled his sexy scent. I licked his neck, wanting him, needing him. I wanted to sink right into his skin so I could always be with him.

I felt my body begin to shudder, my orgasm growing quickly and fiercely in a way that only Jack could do to my body.

“I know, baby,” he whispered right before locking his eyes on mine. I could feel how much he wanted me with his erection pressed against my stomach as his fingers screwed me.

He attacked my mouth just as my orgasm hit, plunging his tongue unforgivingly into my mouth, devouring me, plundering every place in my mouth as I moaned and cried out. He swallowed my cries and still kept up his vicious assault on every nerve.

He pressed the heel of his hand against my clit just as I was coming down and it threw me into a second orgasm. My insides clamped down viciously on his fingers inside of me, trying to milk them and he groaned like a wild animal as I came apart and gave him all I had to give. His hand around my waist tightened, holding me up.

Thank god, because my knees were so shaky I thought I would collapse at any second, but he just pushed up with his hand still in me and drew me even closer to him. I felt consumed, completely taken over. I melted into his body as I screamed out a second time, Jack murmuring softly into my ear and licking my neck. My entire body shook from the release.

TWENTY-THREE

We stayed there until my shocks subsided and he slowly pulled his hand from me.

I looked up to him, and saw all the love he had for me, reflected in his eyes and I took a deep breath. I fought back the tears that wanted to fall, knowing this wasn’t anything more than what I planned for.

I wanted to ignore it. I wanted to jump up and wrap my legs around his waist letting him carry me upstairs like I could tell he wanted.

Instead, I took a step back and looked away, regaining my self-control.

When I looked back at his eyes, Jack reached for me, but I took another step back and shook my head. I blinked my eyes once, then twice, removing every emotion I had for him. Just as he had done for me.

“Emma,” he said in a voice that bordered on panicking. His breathing quickened faster than normal and not from what we had just shared. But still, I didn’t move to him.

I walked around the couch to avoid his touch and his lustful gaze. With my eyes still on him, I removed his shirt and picked up my coat.

I wrapped it around my half-naked body re-doing the knot, and then brushed my hair off my shoulder.

“Marcus wants me back,” I said as emotionlessly as possible even though my own heart was breaking all over again as anger, then jealousy flashed across his face. “Do you want another man touching me like that, Jack? Another man making me come and scream his name?”

I knew I was playing with fire. Jack could kill Marcus and then destroy him in a single second. I also knew this is what it would take to show him exactly what he was losing.

“Because if you can’t stand it, if the thought of another man’s hands on me drives you as insane as I think it does, then you need to get your head out of your ass before you lose me completely. I can forgive you for how shitty you treated me, and how you fired me. Because I know.”

I paused and watched him take a deep breath, clearly debating whether to grab me and haul me upstairs, or scream at me, or…something. The vein by his temple popped out as if he was literally about to blow his fucking lid.

“I know you love me, and I know that scares the shit out of you. But you need to have more faith in me. I can be strong and I can deal with a lot of bullshit to fight for what I want. I want you, but I don’t want you if you’re not willing to fight for me or if you’re going to give up, and toss me aside the first time trouble comes our way when you promised – you promised to protect us. I won’t stand for that. I just wanted to remind you what you’re missing.”

“Emma,” he warned frantically, taking a few steps towards me, but I backed up, knowing if he got his hands on me again I would be lost in him completely.

“Marcus will fight for me. He will stand by me…”

“Fuck Marcus!” He yelled, panting.

It was evil. I knew it. It was like poking an angry lion with a stick and I was just asking to get my head bitten off, but it had to be done. I just hoped it didn’t back fire completely.

I winked and picked up my purse. “That’s always an option.”

I turned and left, rushing down the stairway without bothering to wait for the elevator knowing he could chase after me with that threat lingering between us.