Dead Pretty - Samantha Towle Page 0,52

out of my drawer. My back is to the bedroom door, and I know Jack’s not back yet because I would have heard the front door open, but even still, I glance over my shoulder, making sure I’m alone.

I quickly tug off my damp tank top and change into the new one, covering myself back up. I toss the dirty one in the laundry hamper and pull on the pajama shorts.

Then, I use the bathroom, giving my teeth a quick scrub clean, and then pad my way through to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

I’ve just finished filling up my glass when my apartment door opens, and Jack walks through with Eleven in his arms.

I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. My body lighting back up for him.

It’s crazy.

The moment Eleven sees me, she jumps down from Jack’s arms and comes trotting over to me. She hops up onto the kitchen counter, and I can’t even tell her to get down because it’s so damn cute how happy she is to see me.

I stroke her fur, and she purrs happily, wandering up and down the counter, winding her tail around my arm.

After turning one of the dead bolts, Jack walks over, coming up behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist. “Someone missed you.”

“I missed her.”

He presses a kiss to my temple. “And I missed you.”

I laugh softly. No way am I admitting I missed him too. I’m not that weak for him. Yet. “You were gone five minutes,” I whisper, sliding my hands over his.

He places his lips on the juncture between my neck and shoulder. “Five minutes too long away from you. And you.” His hand glides down my belly to cup between my legs.

I turn in his arms, bringing us face-to-face. Well, my face to his chest. He’s so much taller than me.

I rest my face against his chest. I can smell myself on his skin, and something primal and possessive passes through me.

Lifting my head, I push up onto my toes and press my mouth to his.

Jack makes this sexy, growly sound. Then, he picks me up, sets me on the counter, and stands between my legs.

I hook my ankles together around him, holding him to me. Not that he seems keen to go anywhere.

He presses his face to my neck, running his nose along my pulse point, inhaling. “I like smelling me on you.”

His teeth graze along my jaw, making me shiver.

“I like having you on me, period.”

I feel his smile against my skin.

“And how about in you, pretty girl? You like that too?”

“I think you already know the answer to that, soldier.” I dig my heels into his ass, making my point.

He nips my bottom lip with his teeth before fitting his mouth over mine.

I moan into the kiss, my fingers winding into his hair.

“Fuck. You taste good,” he breathes.

“I brushed my teeth.”

He chuckles. “I didn’t mean the mint. Although that’s nice too.”

He takes another kiss from my lips before moving down my neck, trailing kisses to my collarbone. I tip my head back to give him better access. A hand covers my breast, squeezing, causing a bolt of lust to shoot straight between my legs.

Needing contact, I press myself against him. He’s hard already.

Knowing I do that to him only turns me on further.

Jack licks a path back to my mouth. His hands find my hips, and he tugs me even tighter to his body.

We’re hip to hip. Chest to chest. Mouth to mouth.

The only way we could be closer is if he were inside me. And knowing that is happening real soon just drives my need for him higher.

Jack circles his hips, rubbing his denim-covered erection against me. Creating a delicious friction through my pajama bottoms.

I can feel how wet I am. I’m soaking through my shorts, likely leaving a wet patch on Jack’s jeans, and I can’t even care to be embarrassed because it feels so damn good.

I tug Jack’s shirt up, needing to see him. He removes it in that sexy way he does.

How can the way he takes off his shirt turn me on?

No clue. But it does.

I glide my fingers over his abs, up to his nipples, running my fingers over one, testing his sensitivity there.

By the way his blue eyes flare, he seems to like it. A lot.

I dip my head and kiss his chest, licking my way over one nipple.

A growl rumbles beneath his skin. I feel the effect of