The Game Changer(51)

“Jesus, Kitten. I’m going to fuck you on this floor if you don’t stop doing that.”

I laughed, his tongue entering my mouth with new determination. He placed me on the bed before positioning himself on top of me. My hands groped his back, fingers digging into his muscles as I lifted my hips to meet his.

I traced the lines of his muscles down his arms before working my hand between our hips. I fumbled with the button on his jeans until he gently lifted up, making sure not to put all of his weight on me. I unfastened the button, unzipped the zipper, and worked his jeans down over his hard ass.

He pushed himself from the bed, standing to remove the rest of his clothing. Then he looked at me, a deep grin appearing. I lurched forward, desperate to plant kisses on each dimple when he forced me back down. He removed my pants and underwear, and I lay on top of the bed, completely exposed.

“You’re so beautiful. I love everything about you.” He planted a kiss on top of my foot. “Even when you’re stubborn…” His tongue glided up my shin as excitement beelined throughout every fiber of my body. “And bossy.” His lips kissed my thigh, his tongue continuing its assault. “And a pain in my ass.” His breath warmed the skin near my hip.

He slipped a finger inside me, and I moaned with pleasure. I rocked against him, his tongue licking my lower stomach before working its way up toward my breasts. He sucked and nibbled as my back arched with pleasure. “You like that?” He moaned against my skin.

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed, tangling my fingers in his hair again. “Get in me,” I said, and he moved his hardness toward me before pulling it away. “Get in,” I repeated, and he inserted the tip of himself inside of me.

I gasped and shuddered at the feeling of him entering me as I pulled on him to move deeper. He gave in, and my legs spread further apart, welcoming him. He rocked in and out of me as my hips ground against him, creating that familiar building of sensation. He pushed inside me with intensity, his tongue licking, his mouth sucking wildly from my breasts to my neck and back down again. I moaned and his mouth crushed against mine, silencing my pleasure. He rocked harder, faster as I moved against him, heading toward climax.

“You feel so good. You always feel so fucking good,” he breathed against me, his arms flexing above me.

My hands followed the lines of his back until they landed on his ass. I squeezed, pulling him forcefully into me. “Oh, Jack. Just like that.” I worked against him, pulling, grinding, building. He quickened his pace, our bodies moving in unison as we barreled down the same ecstasy-ridden path.

“Fuck. Yes, Jack. Oh my God.” I gasped as my body shook and trembled with excitement. The heat rushed all through me, my body throbbing as Jack worked himself into a frenzy.

“Fuck, Cassie. You’re so fucking hot.” His mouth sucked at my breasts, taking them into his mouth between his teeth. I grabbed his hair, pulling at it lightly as I moved my body with his. He hardened even more inside me, still working in and out as he pushed in deep one last time. Grunting loudly, he exploded inside of me, pulsating with each small thrust.

He pulled out slowly before collapsing next to me. “Go pee. I know you have to.” I swatted his shoulder before hustling from the bed into our bathroom.

A moment later, I joined him back in bed, pressing my head against his chest as he wrapped an arm around me. “While we’re on the subject of safety…”

“We’re not on the subject of safety,” I teased before continuing, “anymore.”

His chest rose up and down sharply, my head moving with it. “I think we should look into getting a new place. Not that this isn’t great, but I think we can afford something a little bigger with a full-time doorman.”

I couldn’t fight the fact that I’d been thinking the exact same thing. And I would feel much more secure having a full-time doorman instead of a part-time one only at night. “I’ve thought about that too.”

“We could look somewhere closer to Central Park if you wanted.” My insides fluttered to life at his suggestion. I adored Central Park and wanted to live near it initially, but couldn’t afford a place on my own. At least not where I looked. Before I answered, he added, “I know it’s farther from your office—”

“It’s not that much farther,” I interrupted, lifting my head from his chest. “I mean, it is, but I don’t care. I love Central Park, especially the area near the Plaza Hotel. How’d you know that?”

He grinned like a mischievous Cheshire cat. “Your pictures online for the magazine.”