Don't Lie to Me (7 page)

I nodded. “I want you.” I wiggled my hips, hoping he would get the sign and remove the rest of my clothing.

He smiled a wicked grin, one side of his mouth quirked up slightly higher than the left. His eyes felt like they were piercing into my soul as he removed my pants. He sucked in a quick breath when he reached my black lace thong and lightly trailed his fingers across the edges, sending flames sparking through my entire core. He chucked lightly and kissed along the top edge of my underwear, soothing the bumps that prickled every inch of my skin, before removing them completely.

I sat up and removed his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders while he kept his hands firmly planted on my thighs, only moving them to shuck off the cuffs of his sleeves. When I reached for his pants to finish helping remove his clothing, he stopped me with a penetrating gaze. “Not yet. Lean back on your arms and open your legs wider.”

I felt my wetness increase just by the words he spoke and the way he stared at me, almost daring me to disobey. I couldn’t. I had never been bossed around so much before with a man, and certainly never thought I would like it, but every time Jack spoke and told me what to do, my body operated immediately; as if on instinct. It made me feel slutty and sexy all at the same time.

I gasped as he pulled me to the edge of the counter, nudging my legs further apart and gazing longingly down at my folds that were dripping wet.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured before leaning down and with one long, thick stroke of his tongue, had me screaming his name.

“Oh god….Jack!” That one swipe almost had me falling over the edge of complete ecstasy and had it ended there, it would have been more than enough, but Jack wasn’t done. He roughly inserted two fingers into me and moaned at my tightness. His tongue continued to flick against my clit, nipping it, devouring it all while his fingers pumped tightly into me.

My arms felt like they would give way at any moment and my entire body started shaking. My orgasm began building from a depth I didn’t know existed.

“Come for me, Emma. I need to hear it.” He went back to work on my clit, licking and sucking ferociously as my orgasm built higher and higher. “That’s it baby, let it go. Now.”

He made one final swipe against my core and applied pressure with his thumb, his fingers moved simultaneously inside me in a come-hither motion. I exploded, screaming his name. The walls of my vagina clenched, pulling his fingers deeper. My toes tightened, and my thighs tensed around him, holding him in place.

If I wasn’t so completely out of my mind, I might have been embarrassed by my behavior but I was too far gone to care. I fell back against the countertop, the cold granite felt instantly cooling against my heated and flushed skin as the last of my tremors left my body.

Leaning over me on the countertop with his hands next to my head, he smirked. “You don’t think you’re done yet, do you?”

I laughed at his playful but still sexy tone and shook my head back and forth.

He took one of my hands in his and pulled me up so I was sitting flushed against him. My nipples hardened instantly when they rubbed against the soft hair on his chest.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

I did what I was told because I was too satisfied to argue, and because the sound of his deep voice had my insides pulsing again. Good god, I thought. If I only got three dates with this man, I think he could potentially leave me sexually satisfied for life.

I leaned my head into the crook of his neck.

“Where are we going?” I whispered as his hands wrapped around my butt and he started walking out of his kitchen.

“To my room. Where I’m going to fuck you senseless.” My cheeks flushed in response.

“I think you already did that.”

He laughed and lightly tapped one side of my butt.

“Not even close.”

FIVE

He wasted no time when we entered his room. I fell onto the middle of his bed and rested on my elbows; savoring every second it took for him to remove his pants and then his white boxer briefs that clung to him like a second skin. Tanned and toned to perfection, his lean muscles rippled with every move.

Sexiest thing ever.

I licked my lips and dropped my eyes to his impressive erection. My lips twitched a bit in surprise. He stalked towards me with a sexy, smug grin on his face. I swallowed slowly, letting his eyes gaze all of my body.

My breath was already increasing and I resisted the urge to press my thighs together to ease the burn that was already growing again. The man hadn’t even touched me yet and I was slowly beginning to fall apart.

He slowly climbed up my body from the foot of the bed, kissing and flicking his tongue over almost every single inch of me. By the time his tongue darted out and licked along my collarbone, my nerves were wound so tight again that I thought I could burst at any moment.

He chuckled softly in my ear, his breathing faster than I had ever heard it. “You like this.”

I murmured something indecipherable and wiggled my hips, wanting him to settle inside of me.

“Jack.” He moved until he was directly over mine, we were just inches from each other and then his hands reached out, grabbing onto mine and plastering them to the mattress on either side of my head. I strained up to kiss him but he moved away and pushed his hips into mine eliciting another moan from deep in my throat.

He kissed me roughly and quickly and left me gasping for breath when he reached over and grabbed a condom from his bedside table.

Once sheathed, he grabbed my hands again and stared down into my eyes. I wanted to know what he was thinking when he furrowed his brow. It almost appeared he was thinking of something, questioning the decision to have me in his bed. But I had waited years for this and wasn’t about to give him up.

I wiggled and bucked my hips against him, reminding him that I was still here waiting for him.

Between heavy breaths he sighed, his brown eyes focused on my blue ones. “You make me feel out of fucking control Emma.”

I still didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I also didn’t want him to leave me here like this, to regret what he had done and walk away from me again when I was already so close to peaking. And he hadn’t even touched me yet. I shivered beneath him.

“You said you were going to fuck me senseless,” I whispered breathlessly.

A wicked gleam appeared in his eyes. Without another word, his hips lifted off mine. I spread my legs further and tilted my hips, ready to accept his large cock.

I cried out, as soon as he thrust into me, harshly. It was harder than I expected, and he was larger and wider than anything I had taken before. My insides felt completely stretched and full. He left me no time to get used to his size or the fullness in me before slowly pulling out and thrusting even harder the second time. I moaned beneath him in equal parts pleasure and pain as he hit the back wall.

I bent my knees, bracing my feet against the mattress and closed my eyes, preparing for more, but I knew it wouldn’t take much more of an effort for me to be thrown over the cliff. He stilled inside the second time and lowered his head to my shoulder.

“Christ you feel so fucking tight,” he moaned deeply and moved his hips against my clit. I grasped him harder, my hands squeezing his hips, trying to pull him deeper. “Fuck, Emma. What in the hell are you doing to me?”

I didn’t think he wanted an actual answer. I was feeling too close to being high out of my mind to come up with one anyway. He threw me higher and higher into ecstasy with each powerful thrust of his hips until we were both sweating. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist trying to hang on for dear life.

I screamed his name once, my orgasm rocketing through every muscle, nerve and bone in my body and still he didn’t stop moving inside of me; harder and deeper than before with my new position.

I had heard, and read about women having orgasms lasting as long as ten minutes but always thought the whole idea was full of shit. That was before Jack continued rocking into my body, a light layer of sweat covering both of us. I thrashed against his hands that still held mine, willing him to let me go so I could move them, hold him, and probably claw the hell out of his back but he just grabbed me tighter, sank his mouth to mine and swallowed my cries. I was almost at the point of screaming at him to stop, that it was too much, when finally, he thrust into me one more time, wrenched his mouth from mine and sank his teeth into my shoulder, his arms shaking above me.

“Fu-uck.” At least that was what I think he moaned, but his breath was so shaky I couldn’t be one hundred percent certain.

Slowly he rolled off me, removed his condom and tied the opening off before tossing it into a tissue and throwing it into a wastebasket.

He pulled me to him gently softly pulling me towards him so we were lying chest to chest. I stiffened for just a moment. Gentle was not a word I used to describe Jack and it threw me off after the incredible passion that had just exploded around us.

He smiled lazily, looking as sated as I felt. He drew a long tendril of my blonde hair, slowly pulling his hands through it, dropping it just over my uncovered breast.

“Your hair is softer than I thought it would feel.”

“You thought about my hair?” My breath hitched a bit at the question.

“More often than I care to admit.”

I laid there not knowing what to say at his admission. He didn’t look comfortable admitting it to me. A slow awkward silence began to grow between us; or at the very least, I began feeling awkward. I had just had sex with my boss, Chicago’s bachelor of the year who had supermodel gorgeous women on his arm monthly. I was just a law school dropout, single mother and essentially, housekeeper. I had never felt more uncertain.

Did I just add sexual favors, willingly, to my job description? I cringed at the thought.

I sat up quickly, looking around for something to use as a cover up. I suddenly felt much more vulnerable than I was when he laid me out all over his kitchen counter. Jack’s hand grabbed me, just as my heart began to race in a panicking flutter.

“Tap it down,” he barked harshly.

I snapped my head to him. “What?”

“You’re worrying. And you’re two point five seconds away from panicking and threatening to quit on me again. Knock it off.”

His reminder of my job, my position, only upset me more. What in the hell had I just done? I ripped my hand from his and jumped off the bed. I took out one of his t-shirts from his dresser, one I had just placed there earlier, and threw it over my head and arms before I turned back to him.

When I did, his lust-filled eyes were staring at me. I flicked my gaze to the alarm clock behind him. It was almost five thirty.

I sighed in relief. “I have to get Logan from Penny’s.”

Penny was a high school student I paid to watch Logan just a few hours on the days he had preschool so I didn’t have to leave work, pick him up and bring him back here with me.

Jack looked at the clock, back at me, and started walking toward me. He wiped his hair back from his forehead. “I’ll go with you.”

Not what I was expecting at all. I clamped my mouth shut, crossed my arms and tried, failing miserably, at plastering on a pleasant expression. “It’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He didn’t buy it.

He dropped his eyes on me under half hooded lashes and stalked the rest of the way to me like I was his dinner. Except that was still cooking in the oven.

When he spoke, his voice left absolutely no room for argument.

“I’m coming with you. We’re going to bring Logan back here and eat the dinner you have cooking, because I’m sure it will be delicious, just like everything else about you.” I felt a heat creep against my cheeks when he gave me a knowing smirk. “And then we’re going to work this shit out. Because I don’t know what the hell just happened here today…” he wiggled his finger back and forth between us, “but it sure as hell isn’t over yet.”

I’m sure that was supposed to make me feel better, instead, all I noticed was an extremely gorgeous naked man in front of me, who was still hard.

Oh my hell.

He was still hard. How was that even possible?

The slow warmth on my cheeks blossomed into a furious heat all along my neck and upper chest. When I looked back up at him, his eyes and fierce expression were just about daring me to try to argue with him. I gave in with a reluctant sigh.

Jack’s eyes switched from sexy serious to boyish in a split second. “Besides,” he said and rocked back and forth a little bit on the balls of feet. I refused to look down. “I bought that Mario game Logan asked for last week.”

“You’re using my five year old to manipulate me into coming back here tonight?” I eyed him teasingly.

“Right now, I’ll use whatever it takes.” He turned from me and began pulling on his boxer brief and dress pants he had discarded on the floor earlier.

“Fine.” I turned and went downstairs to find the clothes he’d ripped off me earlier. I set the oven timer to the ‘keep warm’ setting and then rested my head in my hands while I waited for Jack.