“You shouldn’t.”
My ribs tightened. “Well, I do.” I rose to my knees to meet him face on. “I love you. And you can’t tell me otherwise this time. Do you understand me?”
Something dark unleashed behind those smoky eyes, and he kissed me hard. My wet breasts rubbed against this crisp white shirt and tingles pricked over my skin. He devoured me, drinking me in with hard, deep swipes of his tongue.
I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my entire body against his. He maneuvered me back into the massive tub, not caring that he was fully clothed.
“Say it again,” he growled against my mouth.
“I love you,” I whispered.
Reclining against the tub with Jack on top of me, he wedge himself between my thighs and ate up my skin like he would an ice cream cone, licking and sucking from my neck to my breasts. Plucking my nipples with his teeth, then suckling them like a starving man.
There was something so hot about him being clothed, sopping wet in the tub with me while I writhed naked beneath him.
Reaching between us, I unclasped his pants and shoved them down enough for his hard cock to spring free, which was difficult because the wet material didn’t cooperate well. But his white shirt was see-through now, sticking to every hard ridge and muscle of his stomach and chest.
“Make love to me,” I begged, and twisted my hips so that his cock nudged my entrance.
“I want to, baby,” he sucked my breasts, pulling so much flesh into his mouth that I couldn’t breathe, the pleasure was so intense. “Let’s get out and I will.”
“Please.” I pulled him close, terrified of losing this connection. This moment. “Please, just take me.”
“I can’t. I don’t have a condom.”
I cupped his face and met his eyes. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”
His brows sliced down, taking in my words and pondering them for a moment.
“I haven’t been with anyone but you since I was checked last, and I’m clean too.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
He wrapped one arm around me, and the other held the edge of the tub by my head. “You sure?”
“Yes. So sure.”
He look at my face, into the depths of my soul, and thrust inside of me.
My eyes widened and Jack watch every expression I gave as he retreated, then thrust again.
“Lana…” he said my name with awe and pleasure that made me want to burst from the tenderness of it.
Long, slow, and hard was the pace he kept as he penetrated me over and over. His wet clothing scraped against my skin. He kept his eyes on me as he buried himself, each time deeper than the last. I clung to him. The water sloshed around us, tickling my skin as he took me with every ounce of power he had.
He growled with frustration because his pants were restricting his movement. I used my feet to push them down, and finally off his legs. He reached back and threw them out of the tub.
I whispered his name and sat up. He let me. He didn’t seem pleased leaving my body, but once I had him sitting, I straddled his lap. His cock bobbed between us. I rocked my hips, sliding my clit along his length, but never penetrating. The fire of pleasure crackled further.
“You’re teasing me again,” he rasped, and cupped my waist. I continued my foray of his body. Using it to tease us both a little as I removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor.
“I don’t want to take your control,” I said. “That’s why I’m asking if you’ll allow me to have you.”
His expression was fierce and soft as the same time. With his face at my breasts, he looked up at me.
“Yes,” he said.
I reached down and gripped his cock. I’d never had this much control before. I was the one who took over, who would join our bodies and set the pace. And he let me.