A Wicked Game(20)

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Jack took a different route on their way back. He was glad for the cold wind blowing through his skin. Tori took his jacket, trying to keep warm after getting her pants wet with cold water. If it hadn’t been for that, he would’ve taken her right there on the sand. In hindsight, it’d been a good thing he hadn’t, because with his luck, he didn’t doubt the beach patrol would’ve caught them. He’d known he’d missed her, but he hadn’t realized just how much until he kissed her. What’s happening to me? He made a right turn into a residential street and went up a hill.

“I thought you were taking me home,” she said at his back.

He turned left and the doors to a driveway parted open and let them in. “I am.”

“This isn’t my house.”

Jack rode the distance to the house. “I said I’d take you home. I never said whose home.” He stopped in front of his garage and killed the engine.

Her silence told him she was wondering why he’d taken her to his place instead of hers. Jack hadn’t given it a second thought because all he wanted was to spend more time with her.

“Come on. Let’s get you out of those clothes.” He grabbed her hand and guided her inside his place.

She glanced around his house. “So, this is your weekend home. Just what exactly is it you do?”

He led her up the stairs to the master bathroom. “I tell people what to do.”

“Thank you for reminding me why I didn’t like you in college.” She gave him a side-glance. “You’re such a smart-ass.”

He yanked her hand back and pushed her against the wall. He placed his hands on either side of her, trapping her in. “That’s it? My smart-ass ways?”

Tori looked at him, parting her lips to speak except no words came out. She angled her head, ready to kiss him.

He leaned forward, his mouth a breath away from hers. He’d kiss her all right, but not yet. Instead, he touched the tip of his nose to hers. “A warm shower is in order.” He twisted around to turn the handle.

Next, he removed his boots, then straightened to his full height, stripping off his T-shirt. He cast a glance at her, holding her gaze.

Tori narrowed her eyes at him and kicked off her boots. She wriggled from her shirt, followed by her bra, and dropped both at her feet.

He grinned. When it came to Tori, everything was a challenge. Jack unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down, baring his erection. Her hot gaze slid across his body, lingering on his shaft, which was standing proudly at attention. He kicked his jeans to the side. “Are you going to stand there?”

She lifted her gaze. “Maybe I’m enjoying the view. You got a problem with that?”

“Take your clothes off, Tori.” If she didn’t, he would help her out of them if he had to. Standing there naked, not moving, took all his will power. His body burned to hold her, his cock ached to be inside her, but he wouldn’t touch her until she was completely naked.

She remained still for a moment, then peeled off her jeans. She closed the short distance and took his hand.

Her warmth ran through him, shocking every nerve in its way. His cock twitched as his balls got heavier. Jack pulled her to him. Winding his arms around her waist, he lifted her off her feet and carried her inside the shower.

He captured her mouth, devouring it with a kiss. Steam rose, fogging the glass. The warm water slid where their lips connected and down their bodies. Tori raked her hands up his back, clinging to him. Jack backed her against the travertine wall. Breaking the kiss, he swept his lips over the curve of her neck, making his way to her breasts. He circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue, then closed his lips around it, sucking it gently into his mouth.

Tori closed her eyes, tangling her fingers in his hair as he moved to her other breast and lavished it with the same attention. His body ached to take her, to feel her muscles clench around his cock when he thrust into her. Instead, Jack knelt, dragging his lips down her navel to her sex. He pulled her leg over his shoulder and closed his mouth on her pussy, lapping at her clit, drawing it into his mouth.

“J-Jack.”

Her panting encouraged him. He shifted his knees, changing the angle of his head. He traced her folds, then drove his tongue into her entrance. He’d never forget the taste of her, or her moans, or the way she said his name every time she neared the edge. His desire for her hadn’t diminished in the least—quite the opposite.

“Oh, I’m coming,” she cried.

He licked her clit faster, his hands holding her in place. Tori trembled against his mouth, her legs almost gave way. Jack forced her to stay up until the last remnant of her orgasm rode her body. He stood and cupped her face as he kissed her. Lust always made people stupid. He knew better, yet he let his insane desire for her lead him.