Page 113 of Dead Pretty

My heart fills to the point of bursting.

“I’m crazy about you too,” I tell him.

“Just … no matter what happens between you and me … know that I will always want you. Always.”

My heart thuds hard against my rib cage.

He sounds so serious. It worries me but also makes me feel the need to soothe him.

I cup his face in my hands. “Only good things happen between us, Jack,” I tell him right before I press my mouth to his, kissing him.

I coax his lips to part with mine.

It doesn’t take long before he’s back with me and controlling our kiss. His mouth devouring mine, tongue plundering. Holding me exactly where he wants me.

The desire that Jack has for me, it’s as addictive as he tastes.

“Fuck me, Jack,” I whisper against his mouth.

And he does. He fucks me right there against the bookcase. Arms above my head, my wrists bound by his hand, one leg hooked around his hip, his cock deep inside me.

And my heart in his hands.

I wake with a start. My eyes flash open. I bolt upright. Heart thumping in my chest.

There’s someone in the room. A shadow in the corner.

Parting my lips to scream, I blink.

And it’s gone.

No one is there.

My eyes scan around the room.

I press my hand to my chest, my heart beating wildly.

It must have been the remnants of a dream. A nightmare.

It’s not the first time this has happened to me. Thinking there’s someone there. Seeing the shadow of a person, haunting me.

I guess it’s not surprising after everything I’ve been through.

My eyes move to Jack lying beside me. Asleep on his stomach. Arms stretched up above his head. His face turned toward me.

He looks beautiful. The shadows lining his face. The glow of the light from the hall framing it.

I’m tempted to touch him. But I don’t want to wake him. He looks so peaceful.

Checking the time on my cell, I see that it’s only ten thirty.

We came to bed early. We started watching a movie on Netflix in bed, using Jack’s laptop, but got distracted by each other.

We must have fallen asleep after screwing each other senseless.

Getting off the bed, I search for my discarded pajama shorts on the floor.

Locating them, I pull them on. Taking my phone with me, I quietly make my way into the living room, heading for the kitchen to get a drink of water.