Page 104 of Dead Pretty

I add creamer and sugar to mine and take a sip.

He makes damn good coffee.

I could keep him just for that fact alone.

My eyes drift over to the section of the kitchen counter where Jack fucked me last night.

My whole body heats from just the memory alone.

Sex with Jack is everything I thought it would be and more.

But now that the night is over with, I’m not really sure where we go from here.

I know I shouldn’t continue seeing Jack.

But I have proven that when it comes to him, I have zero self-control.

Jack appears from my bedroom, freshly showered. His hair is still damp, and he’s wearing a clean T-shirt and jeans. Those must be the clothes he put on my bed. He must have brought them back from his apartment when he went over there.

His feet are bare. I can’t help but look at them as he walks over to me.

He has nice feet for a man.

And there is nothing sexier than a man in jeans and bare feet.

He drags out the stool from next to me and sits on it.

Then, he cups the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.

He softly brushes his lips over mine. There is none of the roughness from last night. Just the tender sweep of his lips over mine and the gentle sweep of his tongue in my mouth.

“Needed that,” he tells me, pulling back to look in my eyes.

“What?”

“To kiss you.”

“You kissed me a few minutes ago.” I smile.

“Pretty girl, I could kiss you every second of the day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

Warmth collects in my chest. I’m pretty sure I’ve got a goofy smile on my face and cartoon hearts in my eyes right now.

Trying to regain some control of myself, I pull back and clear my throat. “I poured you a coffee,” I tell him.

“Thank you.” He picks it up, and without adding anything to it, he takes a sip.

“Thank you for the food,” I tell him. “It smells amazing.”

“Let’s hope it tastes as good as it smells.” He grins.

We eat together, chatting about small stuff.

Jack tells me that his deadline for submission to his publisher is looming close, so he needs to really get moving with his book. He’s a little behind.

I ask him about the book, and he tells me about the storyline.

It’s about a man who returns home after his father is found murdered. He and his father didn’t get along. His father was physically abusive to him throughout his whole childhood. He left there as soon as he could. While the main character is back in his childhood town, arranging details for his father’s funeral, the fingers of accusation start to point his way even though he wasn’t even in the state at the time. But evidence starts cropping up, making it seem as though he were there, to the point that he starts to doubt his own sanity and wonders if he was actually there and if he did murder his father.