Page 17 of The Do Over
“I ran to your room as soon as I heard you fall to the floor, worried that something more terrible had happened,” Jack said, as he accepted his fate and settled on the floor. “When I got there and I saw you laid on the floor, I thought you were bleeding from somewhere that I couldn’t see and it took all of me to keep the panic from my voice when I asked if you were okay.
When I saw that there was no sign of bleeding and you pointed to the table, I figured that you had hit your head but it didn’t leave any bruises. That’s why I carried you here and went to get an ice pack.”
Sophie had no comeback. Not when he spoke like that. Not when she remembered how quickly he scooped her from the floor and the feeling of his body shielding her. He could have shouted from his room to ask if she was all right, but he came to check himself.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“No worries,” he replied. “And Bethany…I’m sorry I handled that badly. I assumed that the only way to keep her from making a scene would be to go along with what she wanted. It was either that or getting Andrew to drive her away and I didn’t want to disturb them with something I could handle.
I was going to apologize when I came home but you didn’t want to see me and it feels like you have been avoiding me for the past four days.”
Sophie nodded. “You’re right. I’ve been avoiding you. I was very mad. Very angry at you and at Bethany and because of the stupid thing she said about when we were in college.”
“That.”
“That,” Sophie echoed his monosyllabic reply.
“I’m sorry about that time. I was young and immature and reckless. I should have called you and—
Sophie didn’t want to discuss it. At least not yet. She did not know if she could handle breaking down and then trying to heal, before or after it happened, she did her best to put the memory behind her as fast as possible. So, she did the first thing that came to mind in order to shut him up.
She sat up and bent her head, touching her lips to his and cutting off his words. It was supposed to be a brief kiss but the second their lips touched, she did not want to let go. Neither did Jack, because his hands wrapped around her neck and he pulled her lower so his lips could fit nicely between hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth.
It was better than Deja Vu.
Sophie did not know how Jack went from his sitting position on the floor to kneeling beside her, but her hands were around his neck and she was thinking about nothing but how the thought of him had tempted her for days and how the temptation tasted like an addiction in her mouth.
She moaned when his tongue touched hers, slanted her head when he tilted his to kiss her deeper, and inched closer to the chair when his hand covered her chest, gently squeezing through her nightdress.
Yes, she had on a black sheer lace nightdress that she did not remember she had on while trying to deal with the pain in her head and foot. Which, she couldn’t feel anymore.
Jack kissed her like he knew every part of her mouth—like a man who knew how to take and gave more than enough in return. His hand stole under her nightdress and his fingers circled her nipple area, causing her breath to hitch. He traced lines to her belly area, stroking and rubbing…until Sophie was clenching her thighs from the pressure mounting between her legs.
Then his hand came up to frame her face, even as Jack adjusted himself so more of his body was above her. Sophie moaned when his mouth touched her chin when he made patterns down her throat when he used his tongue to trace her neck, leaving gentle bites soothed with slow, wet kisses that drove her berserk.
He was patient.Because his hands didn’t wander to the places she desperately wanted them. Places that ached for his touch, that knew they only needed a few tender strokes before she would find release.
Instead, he tugged on the straps of her dress, letting them fall. He kissed his way to her collarbone, blowing softly before his teeth grazed the skin—a mixture of hot and cold that Sophie did not know how to react to.
She did not know if to run her fingers through his hair or yank them when his tongue stroked her nipple and his hand reached down to cup her through the fabric that provided no barrier to the heat that pooled in her stomach.
“A moment.” Jack got up, but she held his hand. “Where are you going?”
“You’ll see,” he said, leaning down to nibble on her lower lip. “You have no idea how much I’ve been holding myself from kissing you, Sophie. Now that you’ve made the first move, I might as well make it better.”
He was back with a cup that had ice cubes in it and he held out his hand, pulling her into a sitting position and positioning himself in a kneeling one between her legs.
“How’s your head?” He asked.
“Fine,” she replied, her chest rising and falling with anticipation.
“Good. Because I’m not going slow. At all. I want you quivering by the time I’m done. I want that when you close your eyes—“ he took out one ice cube from the cup and set the cup on the floor, “and touch yourself, you think of me.”
She lost it when his mouth, with an ice cube in it, went down on her. It was cold and wet and hot…so good all at the same time. He didn’t touch herthere,but focused on her thighs, letting the wetness from the ice cube dribble down her legs, his tongue tracing the wet line, going in circles that spelledteasinguntil she had her fingers fisted in his hair, pulling him to her middle.
“A little patience, darling,” he looked up at her with a teasing smile on his face and took out another ice cube. This time, he rubbed it on his tongue and bending his head again, found her clit with his tongue. Sophie gasped and shuddered, pulling harder on his hair.
He pulled her forward so that she was almost lying vertically and her bottom was handing off the couch, wrapping her legs around his shoulders. Jack…was thorough. “I need to find out if I still know what you like.”
