“Really?” His hands slide down to my hips, pressing them into his.

“I got tested two weeks ago. All clean.” My fingers slip under the edge of his button-down shirt, traveling up his back.

His breath catches in his chest and he hardens against my belly. “Oh yeah?” The two words come out in a hoarse gasp. “Me too. I mean, it wasn’t two weeks ago, but I’m clean. Also clean. Totally clean.”

I bite my lip because he’s adorable when he can’t form a coherent sentence. “And I refilled my birth control prescription while I was there.” I move my hands around to his stomach, lightly tracing his lean abs.

His hips press into mine. “Please tell me this means what I think it means.”

I let my hand wander down to the front of his jeans, cupping his length in my palm. “Shall we head downstairs?”

He grabs my hand and tugs me out of the studio.

We practically fly down the stairs and into my room, Jack shutting the door behind us and pressing me up against it in a repeat of his earlier move from downstairs. The urgency is hot and desperate, but his kiss is slow and consuming. He links our hands together, bringing them above my head while his hips thrust into mine until I whimper.

I break free of his hold, my fingers rapidly working through the buttons of his shirt, pushing it down his arms and trailing my hands over his shoulders and up through his curls. He tugs my sweater over my head, pausing for a minute to admire my fanciest bra, which I donned in the hope we would end up here. He lowers his head, licking along the lace edges before sucking my nipple through the sheer fabric.

His mouth moves down farther, softly licking and nibbling the skin of my stomach, and he cups my ass in his exquisite hands before his nimble fingers unbutton my jeans and slide the fabric down my legs. His lips embark on a northward exploration, kissing me everywhere as he makes his way back to my mouth.

My hands travel to the front of his jeans, palming his hard length once again, delighting in the growl he releases, rumbling against my lips. I move to unbutton his pants, but he nudges my hand away.

“Not yet,” he mutters into my neck. His arms reach around me and he unhooks my bra, his fingers teasing and pinching me as I toss it to the floor. His tongue replaces his fingers, licking and sucking until my hips thrust against him. It’s frantic and breathless and hot as fuck.