an inferno, and I whimpered as his lips brushed against my neck. He had bitten there last night. Now his mouth grazed over the sensitive little bruises and nips. Apologizing. Re-energizing. Seducing me all over again.
I had no idea what to say to him, or how to even begin when my words dissolved into a sensual purr. I whispered his name. His grip tightened on me.
“Did you have fun last night?” His whisper ached my core.
His thick arms circled me, holding me, pinning me against the solid strength of his flexing, bare chest. It was almost too much. My mouth dried. I nodded instead.
“Do you regret it?”
I licked my lips, wishing he’d kiss me instead of making me talk.
“Absolutely not,” I said.
I heard Jack’s grin through his words, muffled in the sensitive hollow of my throat. “Did I hurt you?”
“Hurt me?”
“I took you harder than I planned.” He switched off the stove and lifted me up, setting me on the counter if only so he could move between my legs again. His blue-eyes flashed, mischievous, the gaze of a rogue looking to steal what he had already taken. “You turned me into an animal, Kiss. Couldn’t contain myself.”
“I survived.”
“Wish I had. Can’t stop thinking about you. If you knew how hard I was…”
I knew very well how hard he was. I felt it pressing against me. I arched an eyebrow.
“You still want more?” I asked. “Even after all of last night?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.” Jack’s fingers grazed my bare leg, tickling up to the hem of the jersey. “Tell me that wasn’t the best sex of your life.”
“Aren’t you a little smug?”
“I deserve to be. I rocked your world.”
I rolled my eyes. “Good Lord, Jack. You think everyone’s world revolves around you.”
“Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you aren’t still weak in the knees and wetter than hell because of me.”
He knew the answer to that. I looked down, but my gaze fell only to the definition of his broad chest. The man was pure muscle, absolutely rock hard in every place his body had laid over mine.
“You’re not wrong.” I wasn’t afraid to be honest with him. “I’ve never had a night like that. Never had anything like that before.”
Jack frowned. “Not even with your ex?”
“Especially not with Wyatt.”
“What about before him?”
Tricky, dangerous territory. “There…wasn’t anyone before him.”
Jack took a step back. “You only had sex with one guy before me?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
I didn’t think he’d understand. “Because I had a plan. Wyatt and I dated in college, we were getting married. I plotted out the kids and the jobs and everything. It was going to work. I prepared for a perfect life, everything I ever wanted.”
Jack’s expression darkened. “Then he cheated on you.”
My stomach flipped. I still wasn’t over that pain, even after a year. “Yeah. He…wanted a bit of freedom. He didn’t like the plan anymore, and, instead of telling me, he decided to sleep with my best friend. They…they got married after she realized she was pregnant.”
“Sorry, Kiss.”
“It’s fine. I thought I could just…power through it. I’d take what I wanted anyway. I haven’t really trusted anyone since then.”
He nodded. “Makes it hard to get married and have all those kids, doesn’t it?”
I shifted, my fingers clenching the counter. “I had a plan for that too.”
“Doesn’t surprise me.”
“I was…getting information on sperm donors.”
Jack laughed. “Are you serious?”
“It probably sounds crazy, but I’ve always known what I wanted from life. I …figured I could do it without the marriage and husband.”
“Then I won’t feel so guilty for wanting to impregnate you.” Jack meant it as a joke, but I heard the desire in his words. “This arrangement worked out good for you.”
“That remains to be seen.”
Jack glanced over the jersey, my soft legs. I swear he saw right through the material to my bare flesh beneath. “I’ll take care of everything with this baby, Kiss.”
“I doubt that, but thanks.”
“I’m serious. I can handle the midnight feedings. Diaper runs. All that stuff.”
“Do you know the first thing about babies?”
“Not at all, but I can learn.”
I reached for a strip of bacon, nibbling on the end. Jack stared at my lips.
“Do you like kids?” I asked.
“Hell yeah.” Jack tucked three strips of bacon into a folded pancake and dipped the improvised breakfast taco into syrup. He took a big bite and looked surprised when I gave him a skeptical smirk. “Of course I like kids. They’re great. They like fun. They don’t have any expectations or responsibilities. They like to have