Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
‘Jack!’ I scream, delirious, sinking my nails into his shoulders, which I now note are naked. We land on the softest bed I’ve ever been in, and his mouth is immediately on mine. I haven’t had the chance to indulge in his face yet, nor appreciate the fact that he’s naked, but when I find his lips on mine, I let the losses slide. I coil every limb around him and kiss him with everything I have, filling my sense of smell with his scent. I sink into the mattress on a happy sigh, shifting my palms to his bristly cheeks and holding his face firmly.
‘Damn, I’ve missed this,’ he says into my mouth, moving his lips to my cheek and pecking his way up to my ear.
I flex my hips, feeling his erection push into my thigh. ‘I can tell.’ He bites my earlobe and gets himself to his knees, collecting my arms from around his neck and shoving them above my head, holding them there, his torso suspended over me. And now I have his face. His grey eyes could have fireworks exploding in them, and his smile breaks records in the brightest category.
‘Hello,’ he says simply, though low and husky and drenched with longing. Just one simple word.
We stare at each other for the longest time, Jack suspended above me, his thighs straddling my tummy, his hands holding my wrists down. And we just grin at each other, both happy to admire each other for a while. When he raises his eyebrows, I raise mine. When he teasingly pushes his groin into my tummy, I reciprocate by flexing my hips up. And when he seductively licks his lips, I lick mine. Both of our smiles stretch wider.
‘Well done with the roof, baby,’ he says, keeping me restrained.
I smile. ‘Doesn’t it look fab?’
‘Amazing.’
‘But I didn’t come to talk about roofs.’ I make it clear. ‘How long have I got you?’
‘How long do you want me?’
My eyes narrow, and the word forever tickles the end of my tongue, waiting to drop out. But I hold it back, unwilling to spoil our precious time together with the ache of the unknown. Besides, I’m certain he knows already. ‘Long enough to ravish you.’
He nods a little. I think it’s in understanding, not only to my voiced answer, but to the answer I’m holding back too. ‘Before we get to ravishing, I have something for you.’ He plants a chaste kiss on my lips and frees my arms, getting off the bed and strolling through to the lounge area. I prop myself up on my elbows and follow his path with my eyes, held rapt by his wide naked back and perfect arse. ‘Come on,’ he calls.
‘But I’m comfortable here,’ I complain, pouting.
Jack looks back to me sprawled on the bed and smiles, flicking his head in silent demand that I go to him. I do, now curious of what he has for me. Padding my way into the separate lounge area, I find him sitting on the couch. He pats the seat next to him, and I sit beside him, all the while keeping my questioning eyes on him. He produces a Selfridges bag and holds it out to me.
‘What’s this?’ I ask, gingerly accepting it.
‘It’s for you.’ He sits back and gets comfy. ‘Open it.’
I grin down at the bag and start to pull the bow loose, flicking my eyes between Jack and the yellow bag as I find my way in. Once it’s open, I peek inside, discovering something wrapped neatly in tissue paper. I pull it out, set the bag aside and place the package on my lap, then start to peel at the stickers securing it all together. I pull the tissue paper open and find a small pile of black lace.
‘You bought me underwear?’ I ask, lifting the bra and holding it up.
‘Do you like it?’ He sounds apprehensive.
I look at the beautiful piece, the delicate black lace of the balcony bra hanging from the fingertips of both of my hands by the straps. ‘It’s gorgeous.’
‘And the knickers?’ He reaches for them and holds them up, showing me. They’re low-rise lace Brazilian briefs with a pretty gold charm in the centre of the waistband.
‘Love them,’ I confirm.
I can sense his relief, and I conclude that Jack has never bought underwear for a woman before. The notion fills me with satisfaction. I don’t care if it doesn’t fit, or the style doesn’t suit me. Jack bought it for me. ‘And now this.’ He pulls a small box from behind his back and holds it out to me.
I bite my lip as I look down at it. ‘Is it a special occasion?’ I ask, keeping my eyes on the box.
‘It’s been four months since I found you drunk in a bar and licked you.’