then moved all the way up to the top agonizingly slowly. After the second tug, she tried to slip under the covers, but I stopped her. “No.”
“Why?”
“As much as I’d love to have your mouth on me, you can’t do that, not yet.”
“You’re killing me, Jack Hawthorne.”
“You already killed me when you came all over my hands. We’ll call it even.”
Her tug danced on the edge of being painful and I loved it. She picked up her pace, staring straight into my eyes.
“I can’t wait to be in you,” I whispered, holding her head in my hands. “I can’t wait to take you in any way I can, to make love to you for hours until I know you’re truly satisfied and make you moan and cry out my name. I can’t wait, Rose. I can’t wait to have you, to push into you and feel you come around me.”
She groaned. “We should do it now.”
“No. You’re gonna love it. I’ll make sure of it.” My eyes on hers, I whispered, “Faster, Rose. Just like that. Come on. Make me come.”
She slowed down, her thumb brushed the head, and my eyes dropped closed.
“I want to taste you so badly.”
“One more month,” I forced out. “One more month and I’ll let you.”
With slow but sharp thrusts, I started to thrust into her hold, and suddenly she wrapped both her hands around me to keep her grip tighter.
“Yes,” I hissed out then dragged my lips along her jaw. She turned her head and started another kiss. I sucked on her tongue and kept moving my hips. Ending the kiss, she kept her already glazed eyes on me, watching me intently as I asked, “Do you want me to come?”
She hummed in her throat and nodded.
“Yeah? Keep going,” I moaned, already on edge. I wrapped my hand around hers and she dropped the other one. I slowed down our strokes, making our grasp tighter and pulling harder. A second later, I came all over her stomach with a loud groan, and it was more than I’d ever come. I let go of my cock as soon as I was done, but she didn’t. She kept her strokes light until I had to pull her hand away because instead of losing my size, I was starting to get hard again.
“I think you’ve had enough of that,” I whispered against her lips.
“I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of that.” She let me breathe in and out in silence for a moment as I caught my breath. “I’m going to count the days till you can take me, Jack.”
My countdown had already started.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Rose
It had been two months and twenty-five days since my surgery, and it was a Friday.
So, we had finally reached the end of three months. Some days I’d thought we’d never get to see the day, and I’d told Jack exactly that. I’d never in my life told another guy I wanted to have sex with them as much as I’d told Jack. In the beginning, I had thought my constant pressure was affecting him and he’d soon fold, but nope. Jack was nothing if not in control of his emotions.
He had slept right next to me every night without me having to ask for it again. If I went to bed earlier than him, he always found his way into my bed, but he hadn’t touched me the way I was dying for him to touch me again. He said no and nothing else.
I came back down to earth when Sally snapped her fingers in front of my face.
“Are you here?”
“Yes. Yes, sorry. I just got distracted. What were you saying about Owen again?”
Owen was currently in the kitchen so there was no way for him to hear us, but Sally still leaned in closer. “I think he likes me.”
“I thought he wasn’t talking to you.”
“Technically he isn’t.”
I laughed. “Your logic scares me sometimes.”
A couple walked in hand in hand so we had to break up our little gossip bubble. Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure if it had been a good idea to give the go-ahead to Sally about Owen. I kinda felt sorry for him.
As I got the orders of the newcomers and cut two pieces of apple pie for them, Sally prepared one cappuccino and one macchiato. They picked up their orders and sat down at the last table available in the left part of the coffee shop.
“I’m thinking of getting two or three more tables. Most days we