Page 71 of Worth Every Game
His hand comes to my cheek, and with gentle pressure, he turns me to look at him. “Please what?”
My breathing turns shallow and rapid. “I can’t…”
“Why not?” he purrs. “We’d be so good together. You know we would. Here, turn around.” He ushers my body into position, and I have to lift a leg to straddle the piano stool opposite him.
He rests a hand on one of my thighs.I’m not wearing any underwear.He might be making the moves, but I plotted for a situation exactly like this to arise, and now, under Jack’s darkened gaze, wetness gathers between my legs.
As though he knows, he teases at the fabric of my dress, easing it up until his hand rests on my bare thigh. “Can I see?”
“See what?” My voice is so faint I can barely hear the words myself.
“You know exactly what,” he rasps as his hand slides higher, stopping only a few inches from the top of my thigh. “Your bare cunt.” I moan, and he huffs the slightest of laughs. “Did you think I didn’t know?”
My blood sizzles beneath my skin, but I can’t summon words to respond.Just a little higher. He needs to shift his hand a little higher…
“Can I?” he asks again, and this time I nod, remembering that both doors are locked.It’s just us in here.Safe.
His hand slides up my dress, blistering heat rising across my skin, and my hips lift off the stool a little, trying to meet his touch.
His fingertips tickle as he slows his approach to the apex of my thighs, stretching each second out until I don’t think I can stand it any longer.
Touch me.
And then his fingers are over my clit, and all the blood in my body drains to that one point, my pulse beating hard and heavy under his hand. He pushes lower, seeking out my wetness with his thumb. He closes his eyes as he pushes inside me, finding me soaked.
“Oh, shit,” he mutters. “You want this so bad.” My cheeks heat at being called out, but Jack trails his thumb from my entrance, through my lips, and over my clit, rubbing it in circles, making me whimper and forget my embarrassment. “Why would you fight this?” The low whisper of his voice stokes my arousal.I’m so turned on, I can’t think.
“I don’t know,” I stammer, my hips rising again to give him more space. “I don’t—”
“Let me give you what you want, El.”
I swallow, nod. “Yes, yes… please…”
Jack removes his hand and flips up the loose skirt of my dress, leaving me entirely bare and exposed. His hooded gaze is fixed between my legs, and to see him so aroused has coils of desire snaking through me.
“I need to fucking see this,” he growls, and before I know it, he slams the lid of the piano and lifts me onto it, using his hands to spread my thighs and positioning himself between them. “We are going to have so much fucking fun,” he says under his breath, keeping his gaze anchored between my legs as if he’s talking to my pussy and not to me. Then his gaze flicks up to where I’m propped on my elbows, staring down at him. “Tell me you want this. I need you to say it. I need to hear it.”
“I want this.”
“What do you want?”
“Everything. All of it.”
There’s a glimmer of satisfaction in his gaze as he lowers to kiss my thigh, licking his way up. But just as he reaches the place I want him, he stops. “Take off the dress.”
I glance around the room, and even though there’s no one here, I can't help worrying.
Recognising my fear, Jack’s expression softens. “The doors are locked. No one can get in.”
“Okay,” I murmur, trusting him implicitly.We’re safe.
His gaze heats. “I want you naked. Spread out right here.” He knocks a knuckle on the piano. “Just for me.”
“This is a Steinway,” I whisper. “We can’t.”
Jack emits a low rumble of laughter. “Anything happens to the piano, I’ll replace it.”So typical. “Relax.”
He sweeps his hands up my thighs and tugs the dress over my head, and suddenly all my fear is forgotten and I’m shuffling out of the dress, almost as eager to remove it as he is.