Recipe for Satisfacton(59)

“Now what do you say you climb up here and give me a little taste of your sweetness?”

She was about to mount the bike behind him, but when he cleared his throat, she stopped.

“Up here.” He moved down the seat and patted in front of him. “Facing me.”

Heat bloomed in her body. She fit her leg over the bike and straddled him, her legs resting over his as she situated herself.

“Come here.” He gripped the back of her neck. Desire danced in his eyes and he scooped her up, smashing his mouth down on hers in a feverish kiss. His lips set off a procession of fireworks that left her weak and starry-eyed.

He caressed her back, up then down then tighter, and all the while her breasts were crushed against his rock-hard chest. His hands slid underneath her shirt, finding bare skin. The warmth of his hand tingled, leaving a heated trail.

He undid the clasp of her bra, releasing her breasts, and skimmed his fingers along her back. They flickered over her rib cage, his forefinger brushing the underside of her breast. Rough hands abraded soft mounds, kneading, tweaking, sending her body into desperate need.

She gyrated her hips, rubbing her core against the seat, trying to slake the ache of her clit as he assaulted her with sensation.

He grabbed her hips and tugged, leaning his body back until she straddled his pelvis.

“Sterling,” he whispered against her lips. “I would never hold you back.” He bit her bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth, letting his tongue swipe across her plump skin. “Thank you for letting me be…me. This is more than I ever expected it would be.”

These were not the words of a casual fling. Was this what he thought she wanted to hear? She should have kept her mouth shut. Confessing that she was such a pathetic loser made him feel sorry for her. Made him pretend to care, when in reality, he was leaving. Her heart wanted it to be true. Her heart wanted more than anything for this man to stay and continue their fun indefinitely.

But Jack had never been so revealing in all the time they had spent together. Maybe she wasn’t the only one who was changing, growing.

She pulled away and gazed into the depths of his brown eyes. “Maybe we bring out the best in each other.” Whether this was true or not didn’t matter. This was only temporary and she would never be the type of woman that would hold him back. And her financial situation would do just that. She knew all too well what living a stunted life was like. She had her parents to thank for that.

Nipping his chin, she mumbled against his jaw. “Since I don’t have you to myself for much longer, I’m going to take advantage of you.”

That’s all she could do. That’s all they had agreed to do. They didn’t have much time together. Only one more weekend.

Lowering her head, she captured his lips. They were perfect for tugging between her own. She moaned when he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. It only took a quick kiss to get her body to respond. She was already burning up.

When they came up for air, Jack said, “It seems my plan is working.”

“You bring out the wild girl in me.” And I don’t think I ever want you to leave.

“Well, wild girl, you have permission to use and abuse my body however you see fit.”

She grinned and attacked his lips, not wanting to waste a minute.

…

Sterling parked in the lot of the subway station and searched the crowd loitering by the doors for her sisters. She’d been so preoccupied with Jack over the last few weeks that she’d been neglecting them. Neglecting everything. She wasn’t able to concentrate on anything without Jack popping into her thoughts every thirty seconds.

She knew their fling wasn’t going to last forever and she needed a game plan. This situation with her parents and the house wasn’t going to fix itself. It was time to put her family first and stop being so selfish. Although if she was honest, it felt good to be selfish for a change. It felt good to…feel good. About herself. About her sexuality. And she had Jack Vaughn to thank for that.

After two minutes of head-bobbing from the driver’s seat, Sterling gave up. She was never going to find them in this crowd. She pulled out her phone and texted Surrey. Two minutes later, she and her twin, Sidney, emerged from the crowd.

The sight of them warmed her heart. She loved them. Would do anything for them. She was so happy they didn’t know the worst side of their parents. She was so happy that she could keep them safe from the same horror that was her childhood.

“Sterling, what are you doing here?” Sidney asked. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. It was usually the only way people could tell the difference between the identical twins. Sidney was the sporty one and always had her hair pulled away from her face.