He lowers himself to his knees in front of me, hooking his thumbs in my panties and dragging them down my legs, helping me step out of them. He kisses his way up until he is right where I want him most. One of my legs gets thrown over his shoulder and then his mouth is on me, licking up my center, swirling over my clit.

My head falls back against the door, and I grasp onto the knob, anything to keep me from collapsing to the ground as he devours me. The fingers of my free hand tangle themselves in his curls, and I can’t seem to stop my hips from rolling against his mouth. As soon as he slips a finger inside of me, my nerves explode and I cry out my release.

Jack rises, catching me before I fold to the ground. He places soft kisses along my collarbone and up my throat, finally landing back on my mouth. This time when I move to undo his pants, he lets me, kicking them off as we stumble over to the bed.

I yank back the comforter, and we fall onto the sheets, which are cool against my heated skin. We lie facing each other, legs intertwined. Jack cups my face in his hands, kissing me like it’s the first time.

And this time, the buildup, the tension, the explosion, happens inside my chest. Lying here, face-to-face with Jack, both of us completely bared to each other, is a feeling unlike anything else I have ever experienced. This man is completely burrowed deep in my heart, and I know in this moment, beyond anything else, that I will love him forever. The certainty hits me just as strongly as that mind-blowing orgasm did, and the aftershocks linger far longer. When the ripple of emotions subsides inside me, I pull Jack on top of me.

He dots kisses over my cheeks and eyelids, along the edge of my jaw and down my throat.

I reach between us, taking him in my hand and wrapping my palm around his hardness. I guide him to my entrance. “Do you still want this?”

His lips brush against mine. “More than I can put into words. Do you?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

He buries his face in my neck, his laughter tickling me. And then he’s pushing into me, slowly, inch by inch.

Once he’s fully seated inside of me, I hold him in place for a minute, bringing his lips to mine, kissing him deeply. I release my hold, and he rolls his hips, slowly, tauntingly, until my body is tight with tension.

“Fuck, Sadie. You feel so good.” He drops his forehead to mine as his pace increases, his thrusts stroking me harder and faster.

I clutch on to his shoulders, wrap my legs around his waist. “I’m close,” I breathe out, my hips bucking up to meet his.