The Heart - Kate Stewart Page 0,60

confession. “I get riled up thinking about you, Rose. Wanting to be with you, waiting to see you. I get more than riled up. I get restless.”

This time, I cocked a brow. “You look pretty damn calm to me.”

He took my hand again, placing it over his heart and recognition of its faster beat had a flattered smile play on my lips.

“I’m curious.” He reached out and placed his large hand on my chest, confirming with a pause what I already knew. With a deep breath, my eyes wandered over his face as he gave me a wink. I knew he could feel it racing erratically. It always did when he was close.

“And then when I got a little older,” he continued, tracing the line of my t-shirt collar with his finger, “and I hit a growth spurt, I put on a pair of gloves and hammered the shit out of some of them in revenge.”

“Seems fair,” I breathed out as my voice gave away my budding arousal. “So let me get this straight,” I countered, trying my best to keep myself from ripping his shirt off. He was pure temptation for me, had been since the moment I laid eyes on him. “You’re educated, you’ve done everything from run a business to erect a building, and you can cook, sing, and dance. You are literally the Jack of all trades.”

He chuckled as his finger moved over my shoulder and down my arm.

“Is there anything you can’t do?”

“Yes,” he replied with a sudden move, pushing me on my back and pinning my wrists next to me. My chest heaved as I looked up at him in question.

“I can’t stay away from you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop wanting to touch you. I can’t stop wondering if you’re thinking about me. I can’t stop needing to be around you. I can’t stop wanting to be inside you, tasting you, touching you, feeling you. I can’t stop waking up without you being the first thing on my mind, and I haven’t even had you in one of the thousands of ways I want to.”

Completely blown away by his confession, I began rambling. “I think if we try really hard we can get at least a few hundred out of the way, in let’s say... oh, a month—”

Cut off by his kiss, all thoughts vanished as I was drawn into him one delicious tongue sweep at a time. Gone, spiraling, and completely invested, I wrapped myself inside of him as he tasted me. He wouldn’t refuse me again, of this I was sure, but I still found myself asking. “Jack, touch me,” I pleaded. “You feel so good and it’s been so long.”

“I never had a choice,” he whispered as he slipped his aggressive tongue into my mouth again, forcing me to open and accept him. We were fluid and in perfect sync. He moved then I moved in complement. His hands roamed my body as he filled me deep with his kiss. Breathless and suddenly aware my shirt was off, he took my breast in his ready mouth and sucked hard, drawing a gasp from me. I bucked and reacted to his gentle touch and urgent kiss. It was heaven, and I knew at that moment there was no stopping either of us from making the connection we both so desperately wanted. My jeans now unbuttoned, his hand found its way beneath my panties.

“How could I not touch you?” he asked as his fingers found me ready. I writhed beneath him, needing him there... everywhere. His eyes closed on an exhale. When he opened them, all I saw was fire and need. I was already ashes in his hands... conquered, a casualty of his touch before he’d even decided to take me. Every breath I took, every movement I made was only to spur him on. I wanted nothing else but to be branded by him.

With the flick of his wrist, sensation filled me as his thumb circled me and brought me to the brink. I was a slave to his stare, his hand, and anything else he brought into the mix. I was raw desire, and he was my salvation.

“Jack,” I whispered as his lips slowly captured mine, wicked in his teasing.

“I need you more than wet,” he whispered as he brought me to orgasm. I let out a harsh moan that he captured with his mouth. His fingers toyed with me as I held on to