Chapter 4

"Make love to me, Jack." I whispered, feeling that magnetic pull to kiss him, to taste his lips once again. "That's all I ever want from you," I added, anticipation coiling so much that it hurts.

"Loraine..." he softly called my name, but the way he said it—it had never sounded better.

I gasped when our lips brushed against each other, like a match striking, the sparks igniting a fire I couldn’t contain. It was plotting to start a wildfire within me.

"You said I can trust you," I mumbled, lifting my eyes to find him staring at my lips. "This is me trusting you."

My eyes instantly fluttered shut as he slowly pressed his lips to mine. So quick, so quick enough to set my pulse began racing, making me feel more alive than ever.

"You don't know what I'm capable of doing. I don’t want to scare you," he murmured, a warning that whispered I could step away if I dared, while I still can.

I chuckled softly. "I'm not that fragile."

"You still have the chance to walk away, Lo."

What he said was beyond the opposite of the hands gripping my waist, holding me steady and firmly as if I needed all the support once we began.

"I will count to ten," he said. "If you're not gone when the time is up, then you’ve already decided."

I swallowed hard, heat rising. "Then let the clock tick," I challenged.

"Ten..." he began, like some carefully timed rocket launch.

"I'm not changing my mind," I said confidently, sliding my hand to his neck as he pressed his forehead against mine, melting me with his stare.

"Nine."

"I want you to bring my darkest fantasies to life, Jack."

He paused, searching for answers in my eyes. "Eight," he tested.

"I want this," I admitted, more to myself than to him.

Hesitation he had this morning faded from his gaze, replaced by the shadow of lust—I could see him envisioning the pleasure between us, what was about to happen in the next few seconds.

His grip on my waist tightened.

"Eight," he repeated, still half-expecting me to back out. "Seven..."

"I want you." I drew my face closer, breathing in his scent—manly, luxurious, intoxicating... mine. Tonight.

"Six, five, four..." he exhaled sharply. "Three..."

"Two," I taunted, a small smirk playing on my lips, tasting triumph before satisfaction comes in.

He went silent, granting me the final moment to think things through. Giving me one last chance to push him away, to run and regret asking for what I wanted.

But I didn’t move. Not a muscle flinched.

I stood in front of him, waiting for him to end the "torment" of his slow count.

He narrowed his eyes. "One."

I gasped as he claimed my lips, as though he’d been waiting for this very day to happen, as though he had been thirsty for me.

He stepped forward; I stumbled back, but then I tripped on my own feet. I thought I'd pull him off-balance, but he was too strong. Instead, he pulled me close, craving skin on skin, as if our bodies having no distance still weren’t enough.

A moan escaped from my lips as his hands traveled from my waist, up my spine, to the back of my neck, deepening our kiss.

His lips were soft, but his kisses were rough yet more passionate, bolder, and far more sincere than before.

It was suffocating me, it was intoxicating enough to leave me craving for more.

I gripped the collar of his shirt, becoming a moaning mess as our kiss stretched on.

He pulled away suddenly, leaving a void of craving, only to kiss me again.

Is this how it feels to be romanced by my husband? Is this how it feel to be feverishly kissed by the man I married?

This isn’t a dream anymore. Not even a daydream anymore. This is real. This is really happening.

He pinned me against the shelf without breaking our lips.

I felt the hardness in his pants poking my stomach. It was telling me to prepare myself for what was about to come.

He nibbled my lip once more before letting his mouth roam down my neck, licking my skin, sucking it carelessly, purposely leaving marks to announce his claim on me.

A trembling whimper escaped me as my fingers tangled in his hair, undoing its neatness, yanking it as if it owed me everything.

Jack guided my leg to his waist, his huge hand caressing the length of my thigh, fingers digging into my softness.

His hand climbed and stopped right where he could trace the garter of my lace underwear and slowly slid it off until it fell lightly to my feet.

He found the sweetest spot on my neck, tickling and teasing me with wet kisses before lifting his head.

I gasped for air he’d simply stolen.

When I opened my eyes, he greeted me with that eager, consuming glare.

"Don't stop. Kiss me more. Please?" I panted, cupping his face and chasing for his parted lips that were glistening.

"I will kiss your lips. I will suck it and lick them. I will devour it," he lifted his free hand, brushing the side of my mouth with his thumb, inviting me. "But not here," he added, making me frown.

"What?" I asked, still dazed, still in the haze of the kiss we shared.

Suddenly, he knelt.

He placed my leg on his shoulder, facing my still. His hands held my thighs firmly.

I gasped, clutching his head. "Jack, what are you doing?"

"Bringing your darkest fantasies to life," he smirked, lifting my baby doll lingerie to the side and reveal my shaved pussy fully.

He licked his lips, eyes were hungry. It was like the sight was enough for him to salivate for more.

"So damn beautiful," he whispered.

He leaned close, the tip of his nose brushing lightly against the side of my wet clit, sending a thrill through me I hadn’t anticipated. He inhaled the floral scent, then pressed a kiss to my inner thigh.

I exhaled softly, trembling.

His warm breath against my soaked folds stole my breath entirely, making my hips tilt toward him without thinking.

The view down there wasn’t how I had imagined this night, but I loved how it was unfolding.

He met my eyes and held me tighter.

"Don't hold back," he whispered, it was low and commanding.

Before I could respond, his tongue flicked over my clit.

It was slow at first, then circling, teasing, and plunging in ways that sent shivers straight to my core.

I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me.

And just like that, he easily drove me mad.