by Kendra Mase
“My new sidekick, Kitten the Button Popper.”
“Shh…” She could barely breathe, trying to regain herself through steadying breaths.
She must’ve almost wanted this as much as he did.
He wanted her more than anything.
A hand squeezed her thigh. “I need you to answer me. Do you want me to stop?”
With the question, he knew he would stop if she said the word. Stop. Periwinkle. Anything out of the ordinary and he would stop. He would stop whispering, kissing, touching—
He strained against his zipper as he nipped the skin of her collarbones.
Katherine immediately shook her head, letting her body relax limply into him. “No. Don’t stop.”
“Thank god,” he rumbled, shoving her back against him. Grabbing her one leg, he looped it around his hip.
She groaned as he leaned against her.
“You think I don’t want you now?”
“I’m almost convinced,” she said, breathless.
“Then we will have to do something about that.”
Bending his neck back down for another kiss, there was nothing like kissing Kit, her lips were warm and full. His teeth scraped her bottom lip, and a sound shook out of her mouth and shot straight down through his stomach.
“How could you ever think I could want anyone but you, Kit? All this time from the first night you sat next to me in that kitchen, I knew there was something about you.”
“I thought you said that I was just one of Avril’s lost things.”
“No.” Jack shook his head, forehead pressed against hers. “I changed my mind. You’re mine.”
With new fervor, he kissed her, needing to be closer to her in any way possible, her hips arching up into his. He groaned against her lips and at the sound, she whimpered. His hands eased over her front again, feeling the way her body curved under him by the time he pushed the fabric of her panties to the side.
She was so wet for him, slipping a finger inside, teasing the delicate flesh until her head fell back with a gasp of pleasure. Reaching down, he released himself from his jeans, the air cold but the space between the two of them hot, and he was burning as he brushed up against the inside of her thigh.
Reaching down, she took him into her hand, gently teasing before stroking him once.
He growled, muscles taut with restraint.
Blinking, she looked down at him with wide eyes, those swollen lips parted.
“What is it, Kitten? Do you want me inside of you?” Jack asked, his voice surprisingly breathless.
With a single tip of her chin, she met his eyes. “Please.”
She asked so nicely.
“Put your arms around my neck,” Jack directed, his mouth colliding with hers again as he swiftly thrust into her.
The suddenness of him filling her, the certainness of how he fit so perfectly inside, startled her enough that a gasp escaped loud enough that she brought her hand up from his shoulder to cover her mouth. Someone would hear her, not that he cared.
They really weren’t that far away from the main party, but he was a bit preoccupied with their party of two.
Her eyes were wide as she looked at him, mouth parted as he seated himself inside of her, so tight and warm around him. Taking a deep breath, she shut her eyes again, and he waited a moment until she squirmed, only then did Jack adjust, pulling out before pushing right back into her. A low gasp was met with his movements.
Kit’s hands gripped his shoulders as he pressed hard into her, wanting to feel every piece of her. They said nothing, only stared at each other in awe, so close they shared breath between them as they gazed on.
Glancing down between them at the sight of them joined, Kit tightened around him as she moaned.
Jack loved that sound, sliding his tongue into her mouth to taste it as he thrust into her, propelling them farther into the ground as he cupped the back of her head. He groaned with her, and the sound undid Kit as she broke. She clamped her legs around his back, gasping before going stiff in his arms, tightening around him as he sank deeper.
Her fingers slipped under his shirt, cutting into his shoulder blades. And Jack, too, felt himself fall over the edge. Never had anything felt like this before, he arched into her and held her tight against his body.
They could hear the rough pants echoing between them as Jack held her up in his arms. He didn’t want to let go, not yet, as they slowly came back down. Looking at her, she stared back with the sweetness of honey.
Love. Desire. Longing.
Those were the emotions, weren’t they? What he’d sensed from her, tingeing the rest for so long.
Carefully, Jack pulled out of her, settling with an arm still around her waist. A small shadow of red came away with him.
“No.” He must’ve whispered before looking back up at Kit, still held in his arms. He clutched her tight, as if he needed her to pound breath back into his lungs. “You didn’t say anything?”
Why the hell didn’t she say anything?
The look of horror on his face must’ve been worth it to her nonetheless.
All Kit did was let her lips spread wide, and laugh.
Chapter Thirty
“You look scandalized,” said Katherine. Jack remained openmouthed at the discovery he made. Katherine couldn’t help the laugh that exploded out of her at his shock.
His lips were swollen and cheeks a flushed red. Katherine reached up and brushed a few strands of hair away from his forehead. Her fingers twitched when they weren’t on him, desperately trying to find their way back right where they should be.
“I told you I wasn’t very popular.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
Katherine took a deep breath, steadying herself with her legs still spread open, him perched between them. “I thought maybe you knew.”
Of course, she was wrong about that.
“And, I worried you’d stop.”
He looked at me as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Hell yes, I would’ve stopped.”
“Then that’s why.”
“I sure would’ve stopped for a good five minutes until we made it back to the barn so you wouldn’t have lost your virginity outside on the ground.”
He ran a hand through his hair, eyes wide. “I would’ve—I could’ve hurt you.”
“It didn’t hurt.”
“No?”
“Well...” She paused, thinking about how her heart raced, knowing exactly what was coming as his fingers skirted between her legs and he pressed against her. The moment he pushed himself into her, it burned, but it wasn’t long before she’d needed to move, arching her hips against him. She felt the blush rise to her cheeks. “Not a lot.”
“Dear Lord.”
“I thought you weren’t religious.”
“I think I might start,” Jack said, exasperated. Looking back up to her face, something shifted. Moving forward, he cupped the back of her head and drew her close. “It looks like I have a lot of making up to do.”
Jack carried her across the field through his own tiny bursts of laughter when she clung to him. In the distance, she could still see the party going on, voices drifting out toward them by the time they made it back to the barn.
When the door closed behind him, they were back in silence. Katherine was set on her feet as she toed out of her shoes. Twisting around, she stared at Jack as she moved backward.
He cocked his head at her with a sly smirk. “What are you doing?”
Not panicking, for the first time, Katherine felt oddly at ease. One shoulder swayed in front of her, then the other. Through the barn walls, she could still hear the music playing from the house. She extended her hand.
He took it, pulling her back into him.
“You want to dance?” he murmured into her hair. With another step, he put one leg between hers, dipping her back. He was her own Patrick Swayze, teaching her to dance and bend to the soft beat still playing. They moved as if they were meant
to be dancing together, moving together.
With a twirl, Katherine let go of his hand and finally felt okay to dance alone, to let him see her as she smoothed her hands down her body and reached for the bottom of her dress, pulling the hip-hugging fabric up overhead. A pin still in her hair tumbled to the floor as she still attempted to look coy. She swayed her hips and tossed her dress to the side.
Jack chuckled louder. Even his cheeks burned. “You got the start down. Now all you have to get is the dancing. I’m sure Rosin has some openings.”
Katherine snickered with him.
“Don’t laugh—you are abso-fucking-lutely going to get on that stage one day. You hear me? I’m serious. For now, though,” Jack nudged her deviously with his nose as he gripped the edge of her garter belt. Slowly unlatching each glimmering brooch, he set them up on the table. One after another.
Amethyst. Diamond. Ruby. Emerald. They seemed to shiver just as Katherine did at the touch.
“Let me help you with that. I believe I have some making up to do.”
When Jack touched her body, she was surprised that she didn’t melt.
Jack guided her back onto the bed.
At her height, she leaned forward and didn’t stop herself before she pressed a kiss against the side of his neck. His mouth fell open at the touch, and she continued to caress down to his chest before looking back up at him.
“Kiss me.”
Taking her hands in either of his, he happily obliged. His mouth found hers, and it was like breathing. Hands above her head, she breathed in, feeling Jack wrapping her stockings around the headboard until they were attached to her wrists in a knot.
Her heart pounded in her chest, hard and steady. Still, Jack kissed her, long slow kisses on her mouth before moving lower against the side of her neck. Katherine writhed against him, trying to touch—but not being able to.
Jack laughed at the game he created. He nipped and pressed soft, soothing kisses and languid licks down her throat. He paused when he reached her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, and sucked.
She gasped.
Jack hummed against her skin, continuing his onslaught of pinching and teasing her nipples with his teeth and hot mouth that slid down her stomach.
“So responsive.” He swirled a single finger back and forth along her slick folds. “If I had known you were all mine, Kitten, you know what I would’ve done the first time?”
Katherine swallowed, looking down at him and that finger he dragged up and down the inside of her thigh. “What?”
“I would’ve brought you back here, spread you out in front of me, and took my time with you. I would have kissed and teased and made you come before I put myself inside of you. We would’ve started slow. So slow, you’d be begging me to pick up the pace. Pleading with me for more.”
She was pretty sure she was about to do that right now.
“And what are you going to do now?”
Jack gave a heady smile from where he was positioned between her legs. Dipping down, he pressed a kiss against the apex of her thighs.
Katherine arched and murmured another few words that caused Jack to stop, hot breath laughing against needy skin.
“Jack,” she gasped, the sound trailing into new octaves. She squirmed, unsure whether she wanted to pull him away or press him deeper. She quivered at the vibration of him as she decided.
What a gorgeous laugh.
And luckily, she didn’t want to decide. No, Jack took all her decisions for himself. He devoured her until she was panting, tongue languishing her with long strokes. His eyes glowed as he peeked up at her and she stared down through her lashes. He tested each movement and what made her gasp. He dug his hands deep into her hips until she groaned.
The sounds only encouraged him, each movement between them rough and goading as he sucked and licked places she didn’t know could cause her to make the sounds that escaped her lips. She bucked against him, hands stretching open in a pitiful attempt to free herself from the bindings he created, keeping her right where he wanted her.
With another sweep of his tongue, a finger slipped inside of her. The intrusion was sweeter than any of her own in the past. Her mouth opened as if ready to close over a breath that was not already held in her lungs and Jack stopped.
Her entire body paused, withering in frustration while he chuckled low and deep. He kissed each peak of her pelvis, moving his finger in and out so so slowly.
She tilted her hips farther up to him as if in offering.
“So eager.”
Something like that. Two fingers moved in and out of her faster, now teasing a space inside of her she had never found. He placed a breath of a kiss over her parted lips. “Come for me, Kitten.”
As if all she needed was permission, her hips lifted off the mattress. Pressure wound in her stomach as she came into his mouth.
“Beautiful.” Jack lifted his head up, giving her a kiss there where she shivered and then on her lips. She could taste herself while his hands reached back up and undid the taut bindings around her wrists.
Hands free, all she could do was lift her chin for another kiss.
He gave one, looking at her differently than he normally did, almost fondly, when he pulled away. “Little freak. Now roll over.”
Katherine rolled over before she questioned why.
Looking over her shoulder up toward Jack as he kneeled—he looked good kneeling. All of him looked good.
“What was that?”
“I said,” Katherine panted, “You look pretty good kneeling.”
That grin of his spread farther than she had ever seen before. His eyes glittered more than any of the champagne-colored crystals downstairs.
“Well, you look pretty good with your ass in the air, Kitten.” He slapped it once to a rewarding yelp.
From behind, he slipped a finger inside of her, and then another once more until her wetness coated her thighs. “No pain?”
She was pretty sure her moan into the sheet was enough of an answer.
“Ready?”
Certainly, much more than she was the first time, but she didn’t care. It was wonderful. Everything was perfect as she hummed the word.
She was going to die if he didn’t get inside her already.
“That would just be a shame since I have already started a long list of things me and you need to do together, Kitten,” Jack said, her words must’ve been spoken aloud. “We may not be playing games right now, but darling, I think you would be very put out if you missed any of it, especially when we do.”
Katherine felt a light burning sort of pain once more as he began to enter her again, replacing his fingers. Only this time she breathed instead of gasped in shock. A low sound escaped her throat. Her body arched, leaning back to take even more of him.
“Good girl.” Jack bit the outer corner of his lip. “Who knew, I should have brought lube.”
Katherine gave a nervous chuckle.
He pushed into her, filling her inch by inch. There was a tightness, but after another moment, Jack was moving almost completely out before pushing back in. As Jack moved in her, his hands slid down either side of her body. They gripped her hips hard enough that she groaned and pinched her nipples until she gasped. One of his hands continued the journey, reaching low to find the space where they connected.
His other hand gripped the sheet to steady himself. Katherine reached out and felt down the veins of his hand. She wrapped her fingers around his thumb, imagining a red thread there, a string connecting the two of them.
She swore he gasped at the act. Felt his eyes stare at her chipped nails bitten short.
“Kit,” Jack breathed, leaning farther over top of her body as he continued to thrust into her. Tightness in his voice. Tightness everywhere.
All Katherine wanted was more, lifting herself to meet him, breathing his breaths until she could no longer keep up the pace and became limp as he drove himself into her, using her, hand on her hip digging so far
in Katherine groaned at the pain until she came from the combination of pleasure and the sweetest pain inflicted on her body.
A low groan seemed to sneak up on Jack, catching in the back of his throat. He thrust into her a few more times, his body relaxing into hers as if they could melt together in silence.
Pulling out of her with a slight grunt, Jack rolled off the bed and wandered over to the trash across the room, where he easily slipped off the condom. Katherine collapsed, ear against the mattress. All she could hear was the wanton rhythm of her heart.
Wow.
What was Avril going to say?
The thought made her cringe internally.
And grin. Laugh even once more.
“That might be one of the best sounds I have heard all night.” A hand ran up her leg as Jack sat back down. He looked over her with a long sweeping look. “Ever. Not that the other ones were not uniquely encouraging. Open up. Please, with that mouth, there is no need for conservative knees.”
He flicked them once.
Her legs fell open. She was too tired to contest.
“Like magic.” With the cloth in his hand, he gently wiped Katherine off.
She shuddered at the sensitive friction, not realizing how sore she was already if the bit of blood on the towel was any indication. “Ouch.”
“You didn’t seem to think so. What was that about wanting to just be friends again, Kitten?”
“Mm,” Katherine hummed as he put the towel aside. She said a lot of things that didn’t seem to matter anymore.
The only thing that did, through her hooded eyes, was this moment, right now. It was after all, just like magic. Him. Her. A single wish, and she closed her eyes with it all right in front of her.
Chapter Thirty-One
“Where are you going?” Jack peeked an eye open from where they at last landed at the foot of the bed.
“Tea.”
“It’s almost past midnight.”
“It is never too late for tea,” Katherine softly protested, crawling out from the hot sheets that curled around her like they were planning a suffocation attempt. “And right now, my brain feels like it might explode, and I doubt you would be pleased about having to help your family redecorate. So, when I don’t know what to do, Emilie has informed me, you make tea.”