Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
I nod, blinking back my tears, more thankful than I’ve ever been.
‘How tired are you?’ Jack asks as he pulls away from my parents’ house and I wave my goodbye.
It’s been a wonderful evening. I’ve laughed, I’ve soaked up the affection that Jack has showered me with and I’ve relished the fond looks that have been thrown his way by all of my friends and family. They get it. They understand. I let my head fall back and roll to the side so he’s in my sights. ‘I’m not tired at all.’
He smiles at the road. ‘You’re lying, but I’m not going to argue with you. There’s somewhere I want to take you.’
‘Then take me,’ I tell him, once again happy to let him take charge. We drive back into the city, chatting about nothing in particular, and Jack parks up in a side street in central London. ‘Where are we?’
He doesn’t answer, getting me out of the car in silence. ‘You okay to walk for a few minutes?’
‘Yes. Where are we going?’
Again my question is ignored, and Jack starts walking us towards the main road up ahead. I remain quietly curious until he brings us to a stop on the pavement, turning to me. ‘We’re here,’ he says quietly.
I frown and look up, quickly realising where here is. I lose my breath for only a moment. ‘Where we met,’ I murmur, looking through the windows into the bar.
‘Back to the beginning.’ Jack leads me in and heads straight for the exact spot on the bar where he had me bent over. So many memories, vivid and clear, power to the forefront of my mind. He helps me onto a bar stool, takes one up himself and faces me. ‘Are you drunk?’ he asks seriously, staring deeply into my eyes.
My smile must be cracking my face. I decide to play his game, just like I decided to play his game on that fateful night I met him. ‘Not in the slightest.’
‘Care to prove it?’ His head tilts, and there’s a small pout on his lips.
‘Yes.’ I nod decisively. ‘Are you going to bend me over the bar?’
‘Don’t tempt me.’ He grins, calling for the barman. ‘Two tequilas, please.’ He tosses a note on the wood, making sure he brushes my hand tactically as he withdraws, his grin widening when I inhale. I’d love to tempt him, have him manipulate my body to where he wants it. I’d withstand the pain it would certainly spike, but I know he won’t indulge me that much. ‘Let’s play,’ he murmurs, glancing up at me.
A rush of incredible, overwhelming happiness powers through me. ‘What do I have to do?’
Jack takes the salt and my hand, licking the back with a firm, long stroke, looking up at me as he does. ‘You taste good.’
‘So I’m told,’ I muse, watching as he sprinkles the salt. ‘Do you lick every woman you meet in a bar?’
‘There’s only one woman I’ve ever licked, and ever will.’
‘Lucky woman.’
‘Lucky me,’ he counters, bringing my hand to his mouth and lapping up the salt before knocking back his drink. He hums his pleasure, unable to hold his smile back when I let mine break free. ‘There’s one more tequila,’ he says, placing my hand on the bar by the glass. ‘And it’s yours.’
‘I see something I’d like far more than tequila.’ I go off script, saying what I really wanted to say the night I met Jack Joseph.
‘Then take it.’ He sits back on his stool, folding his arms over his broad chest. I glance around the bustling bar. We’re in public, out and about, in plain sight for everyone to see. And for the first time I don’t have to worry about keeping my hands to myself. I don’t have to worry about being seen with a man who I shouldn’t be with. It’s alien, and so very hard to wrap my head around. ‘What are you waiting for?’ Jack asks, breaking into my thoughts.
The truth is, I don’t know. To wake up, maybe? I slip down from the stool with caution, and I can tell Jack struggles not to help me. His thighs part a little, inviting me in. I walk forward and take his arms, unfolding them from around his chest and directing them around my waist. He lets me guide his moves, putting myself between his legs and looking up at him. And I kiss him. In public, with passion, love and everything I feel for him that I’ve never been able to share with the world. This man is mine.
‘You move fast,’ he says into my mouth. ‘I only bought you a drink, and now you’re trying to get me into bed.’
I chuckle, pulling back and finding his grey eyes. Grey eyes that are exploding with sparkles. ‘Take me home,’ I whisper. I want him to put me in bed and lick me everywhere. I want him to kiss me, touch me, make love to me.