A Wicked Game(23)

“I’m not breaking things off.”

“You think she’s going to stay and wait for you when there’s never been anything serious between you two? Dude, don’t be surprised if, when you come back, she’s not waiting for you with open arms.”





Chapter Fifteen





After the cocktail ended, Jack drove them straight to his condo in Downtown LA. It was Wednesday and Tori had brought a change of clothes since she knew she’d be spending the night. She’d already gotten too used to his place. Her office was minutes away from where he lived, which saved her a long commute.

He’d been quiet on their way back. She sensed something was worrying him, but she wouldn’t press. She reckoned he’d tell her when he felt comfortable sharing what was bothering him. Tori expected him to ravish her the moment they walked into his place, but he didn’t. When she mentioned she’d just go home, he pulled her into his arms, kissed her, and asked her not to leave. But then he moved away, leaving her yearning for his touch.

To say she was confused by his actions would be an understatement. Tori decided to stay and planned to take his mind off his worries. Her lips curved into a smile, looking at her reflection in the mirror of his master bathroom. She’d donned a new lacy black negligee, and happy with what she saw, she walked out of the bathroom.

He lay on the bed in his pajamas, his shirtless form propped on pillows. Legs crossed, he read from a tablet he held.

“Are you working?” Tori asked.

He looked over the rim of his glasses, fixing his gaze on hers. “Is that new?” he asked, setting the tablet on his lap.

She sauntered toward him. “Yes.” Tori took his tablet and placed it on the nightstand next to him. She got on the bed, straddling him. “Don’t you like it?” She pouted, running her hands up his strong chest, stopping by his nipples, making light circles with her nails.

Jack shifted, stroking her thighs. He gripped her hips, pulling her up and pressed his groin against her sex. “I like it a lot.”

Tori pinched his nipples, casting a glance at him. “I thought you would.” She leaned forward, leveling her gaze with his, her mouth hovering over his. The warmth of his breath mingled with hers. She slid his glasses off and brushed her lips on his.

He took his glasses from her and placed them on the nightstand. “I think we need some music,” he said against her mouth. Jack reached for a remote control to dim the lights. The beginning to “No Ordinary Love” by Sade played softly in the background.

She glanced at the ceiling, letting the melody fill her ears. “Do you have a thing for Sade or something?”

“You’re as sultry as her music, and there’s nothing wrong making love to the rhythm of a song.” He held her gaze. “I can shut it off if it makes you more comfortable.”

Making love? His words warmed her all over and her pulse raced. “N-no. Don’t. I love it.”

“Good.” Jack sat up straight, circling his arms around her, pulling her to him. He crushed her lips with his.

The heat of his chest seeped through the thin layer of lace. She raked her nails along his arms to his nape and tangled her fingers in his hair. Jack deepened the kiss, his hot tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. Every stroke, every lick, set her blood to boil, consuming her inside out. He drew her tongue in his mouth, swallowing her moan.

He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs stroking the tips through the lace. Tori threw her head back when his mouth closed around her nipple, sucking it inside his mouth and grazing it with his teeth. An electric current surged through her, her muscles contracted, and her swollen clit pulsed. Jack switched to her other breast, giving it the same detailed devotion he’d given the other.

“God, Tori.” He groaned, holding her by the waist. Jack lifted her of him and pushed her back on the bed until he positioned himself between her thighs. He supported himself on his arms, hovering over her, grinding his cock on her core. Jack inclined his head and touched the tip of his nose with hers. “Now is your chance to tell me to stop, because if you don’t, you’ll be mine completely, Tori,” he said in a low voice.

His searing gaze held her in place. She searched his face, replaying his words in her mind. She was already his… didn’t he see that? The question was, would he ever be hers? “Don’t stop,” Tori whispered.

Jack angled his head and captured her mouth in a fierce kiss. He didn’t ask or demand, he just took, robbing her of all the air in her lungs. The heat of his lips burned her skin inch by inch, making her body melt under his. A soft cry escaped her lips when he broke the contact and dragged his lips down her middle to her sex.