Page 56 of Dead Pretty

Jack breaks our kiss. Reaching his hand to the back of his neck, he grabs hold of his T-shirt and pulls it off over his head in that sexy way that guys do.

He tosses the shirt aside.

My eyes drop lower.

He’s cut. My God, is he cut.

My fingers reach out, tracing the lines of his muscles. He has a tattoo on his right bicep.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I will fuck you against this wall.”

My eyes lift to his.

The way he’s looking at me …

I can’t remember any man looking at me with as much heat in his eyes as Jack is right now.

“Alpha much?” I smirk.

So does he.

Then, he kisses me again. Harder. Needier.

I wind my fingers into his hair.

His hand slides slowly up my waist, his thumb grazing the underside of my boob.

Touching yet not touching anywhere nearly enough.

“You want my hands on you?” he murmurs, lips peppering kisses to the side of mine.

“Yes.”

His hand covers my breast over my shirt, thumb grazing over my nipple.

“Oh God,” I moan.

“He ain’t here. But I am.”

Jack’s hand is on my breast. His thigh moving against my clit. His erection rubbing against my stomach. His tongue back in my mouth.

I’m powerless to resist.

It’s been so long. Too long since I’ve felt like this.

And if I’m being honest, I don’t think I have ever felt this good.

“Jack … I …”

“Hush, baby. I’ll get you there.” He sweeps his tongue over my lips, biting down on the bottom one. He kisses across my jaw to my ear. His fingers tweak my nipple. His teeth graze my earlobe. His thigh presses against me.

And I go off like a rocket. Falling apart in his arms.

I can’t even think about how vulnerable I am to him right now.

Without a doubt, I would fall to the floor from the force of that orgasm if it wasn’t for Jack holding me up.

I’m out of breath, panting.