Jack leaned down, closing the short distance between their faces. “I don’t want an apology. I forgot all about it, as I’m sure you did too.” His other hand slid down to her ass.
She sucked in her breath, his scent driving her wild. Oh, how she’d missed it—him. “No, I haven’t,” Tori murmured. This man wasn’t her college crush, the nerd, or the nemesis she remembered. He looked hotter now, and she still wanted him just as much now as she did back then.
Jack chuckled. “Well, you should. We were kids then, doing stupid stuff.”
Her gaze lingered on his mouth. This was surreal. How was it possible that she was being held by the man she’d never forgotten? Every cell in her treacherous body screamed in alarm as one by one they melted into him. “Right. I… I really should go.”
“Why waste such a perfect evening?” He touched the tip of his nose to hers. “We can go our separate ways later tonight or tomorrow morning. I’ll leave it up to you.”
Had Jack really forgotten, really forgiven her? Did she hear him right? “With our history I-I don’t think it’s such a good idea.” Tori licked her lips.
“And it’s precisely why I vote for us seeing this night through. There’s no use dwelling on the past.” He brushed his lips over hers, not giving her a chance to think or say anything back.
Tori hesitated for a moment before returning his kiss. His scorching tongue broke through the barrier of her lips, and she sucked it into her mouth.
Jack lifted her leg to his waist and stroked her thigh until he reached her ass. His fingers slid down, finding her already-drenched pussy, and he moved the thong aside to slip a finger in her channel.
She moaned in his mouth.
“You like this?” he said against her lips, driving his finger in and out.
Tori tightened her grasp on his nape, pulling him closer, sucking his tongue harder, devouring his mouth. She could stop—except stopping was out of the question because she wanted him. She always had. Life was giving her a second opportunity and she wouldn’t waste it. Jack was right; they were both adults. If he’d gotten past what she’d done to him, which hadn’t been that bad, she could too. Maybe this was the way to set things right, to finish what they’d started long ago. It wasn’t as if she’d go on a second date with him. That was definitely out of the question. Tonight, she’d just live in the moment while bringing closure—at least for her—to the worst thing she’d ever done, so she could move on.
“Sweetheart, you’re so wet.” He lifted her of her feet and carried her to the bed.
The cold of the satin sheets sent a shiver through her body. Jack hovered over her, then captured her mouth in another blistering kiss. His hands closed on her breasts, his fingers played with her nipples through the lace. “I’ve dreamed of this too many times to count,” he whispered against her mouth.
He had? Hope filled her. Was it possible he’d also wished things had turned out different? “Kiss me.” It was all she managed to say, wishing his mouth was back on hers, on her, everywhere on her body. Jack pulled her hands up and pinned them above her head, kissing her, stealing her breath.
Tori drowned in his kiss, the swipe of his tongue in her mouth sending thrills straight to her core. She enjoyed every second of it, giving herself to the moment, because tonight was a one-time affair. She was lost in his warmth, in his caresses, in his kiss, when something smooth and cool closed around her wrists and jarred her out of her reverie. “Wh-What are you doing?” Tori tugged her arms down, realizing he’d just handcuffed her to the headboard.
“Nothing you’ve never done before.” Jack moved back on the bed, his hands sliding down her body. He crunched up the negligee and peeled off her thong. His finger flicked at her clit, and he knelt between her legs and glanced at her. “You haven’t changed. You’re still gorgeous.” Jack leaned forward and closed his mouth on her pussy. His tongue traced her folds, then lapped at her clit.
She moaned, swaying her hips, wanting more of him, of his scalding mouth on her. Her blood boiled, the heat consuming her inside out. Tori hadn’t been with a guy in a very long time. It wouldn’t take her long to become undone in Jack’s mouth.
She yanked her arms down, and the edge of the handcuffs bit into her skin. She was at his mercy. Tori clenched her hands into fists, fighting the urge to tangle her fingers in his ash-blond hair. She closed her legs, but Jack spread them apart again, increasing his pace on her clit. He sucked her into his mouth, his fingers plunging in her channel. Tori arched her back; sweet release was near. She could feel the heat building, creeping up her legs. Oh, she was coming, she was coming. One more lick and she’d shudder.