Jack Who? (Book 1 Draft Version)

PART TWO~CHAPTER : 33

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Humming along to one of Jackal's songs, I prepared the surprise gumbo two a.m. supper. It was warming on the stove when he called to say he was leaving the airport.

Pinning my hair up, I took a quick shower so that I wouldn't smell of food then pulled on a new black lacy cami set and fence net thigh highs. Over the outfit, I tied a full-length silky robe also in black.

I poured a glass of wine and curled into the chair in his bedroom playing a game on my phone while glaring at Rusty who was peeping from his bed. When the next text came, I jumped in excitement.

JACK

Pulling up now. Meet me outside?

3:01 AM

Hitching my robe tighter, I started from the room in stocking feet. On a whimsy, I stopped by the guest room for, and pushed my feet into, the pair of shoes worn to his drop party.

Mindful of my heels and my excitement, I carefully descended the stairs even though I wanted to run. As I neared the landing, I clutched the banister with both hands and practically leaped the rest of the way.

Tearing the front door open, I pulled up short upon seeing it. In the shadows of the night, Jack was leaning against the red Lamborghini limo.

He was even hotter than he ever had been, if that were possible. Maybe it was because the fantasy limo was his backdrop. Maybe he exuded an overload of charisma from being on tour. Maybe it was because I had not seen him in more than a week.

All I knew for sure was seeing him sucked the breath into my chest before it whooshed out again as if I had been sucker punched.

Although his features were shadows from the driveway lights, I could feel his heated perusal. His arms had been crossed over his chest, and they fell to his side as he vaulted the stone steps, two at a time, toward me.

A steady breeze was blowing, and I twisted my head so that my face was clear of my hair. Holding my robe as I continued down to him, I enjoyed the tingle buzzing through my body as I watched his hair billow about.

We crushed together, and wound together. I breathed him in as my lips moved against his chest and clamped my arms tightly around him as he nearly cut off my airflow with his own embrace.

My feet left the ground, and for a second, I was spinning before he set me down and our lips came together. The fiery kiss raged, we melded tight together, and our hands roamed leaving tingling trails.

"What are you wearing, Mariss?" Jack reclaimed his tongue long enough to speak, but was back to kissing me before I could answer.

His hands had inched up the silky robe. Beneath the fabric, they alternately groped and caressed any skin left exposed by the lingerie. Fingers glided down, toying with the stockings.

Taking a step back, I made one of the the boldest moves ever in my life. Especially considering this house was prone to tree lurkers, and there was surely a driver in that limo.

In one smooth motion, the silken belt was untied, and my body shrugged from the silky shroud. Neither of us took notice of the robe catching the wind like a kite, or if it landed.

I was too busy glowing beneath Jack's heated gaze, and Jack was too busy stroking my from head to toe with those dark eyes.

"Holy shit, Mariss...just...holy shit..."