Author's Note: This chapter is rated mature. Steamy scene ahead.

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He slowly moved toward the doorframe, leaning against it with both hands.

"I couldn't sleep," I stammered.

"Me neither," he responds, his voice now lower.

"Why not?"

"Because," he moved closer to me. "Something told me you needed me like I needed you."

"And was that something right?"

His hands slip around my waist. "You tell me."

His body was now pressed against me and my attention was back on that itch too deep to scratch. Only now, the only one that could scratch it was already here, hot and ready. My hands traveled up his back, taking his shirt with them, and I pulled it over his head, tossing it across the room. He motioned forward bringing us more into the room before he closed the door quietly and locked it. He slipped down one of the straps of my tank top, letting it rest at the middle of my arm. We gazed at each other in this moonlit room. The magnetic energy was so intense that I'm sure I stopped breathing a couple times. 

His hands softly caressed the back of my neck. And then we kissed, deeply. His tongue brushed across my bottom lip as if he were discovering new flavors. I felt as though I could kiss him forever and always. His hands trembled as they traveled down my sides and he grabbed me, picking me up so I could wrap my legs around him. I was carried over to the bed & laid down gently as he lowered himself on top of me. I could decipher every language his body was talking. He's wanted me for so long and he couldn't wait any longer. Great things were erupting inside of me and my body felt impatient but I knew good things come to those who wait. 

I tugged at the string of his ocean-kissed swimming trunks and I felt how ready he was, right in the palm of my hand. His lips pressed all over my collarbone & neck but I struggled to get his shorts down. He chuckled and pulled away, pulling them down himself. He stood there, breathing heavily, aroused, and slightly glistening. I sat up as he crawled back into the bed, removing my tank top & unbuckling my bra with just one hand. He knew what he was doing and he made sure to do it carefully. He laid me back down and slid the bra off me with his teeth. It was then that he gazed upon me as if I were a painting on display in a museum. 

His hips nestled deeper between my legs where he began to grind. The feeling of him moving in motions against me made my legs wrap tighter around him. I couldn't help but bite my lip; that was when he placed his finger on my mouth and shook his head. He kissed his way up to my lips; long and deep kisses, and he bit my bottom lip for me. This man was giving me a fever I didn't mind succumbing to.

Next thing I know, he moves downward. 

"I've been waiting for this," he whispered.

I've experienced this before but not like this. His tongue explored my warmth and I had to cover my mouth to stop from shouting to the gods. He was hungry, he was thirsty, he sucked, he licked, and he teased. His hands came around and grabbed onto my thighs to keep me in place. With the noises he made, you'd think he was enjoying a feast. My fingers ran through his hair and it was getting harder not to truly vocally express how he was making me feel right now. I was enjoying him as much as he was enjoying me.

He raises his head a bit & his gaze was piercing, showing me the sexual deviant he had become. He crawls forward and hovers above me, teasing by making me wait a bit. I playfully tap him on his chest and bite my lip, waiting...

"You want me, huh," Jack smirks.

"I do," I respond.

"What if I become an asshole and just not give you anything?"

"Then I'll kick your ass," I laugh.

"You? Kick my ass?"

"Yeah I'm totally capa--"

Jack covers my mouth as he slowly thrusts into me without warning. He quietly laughs at how loud I was and lets go of my mouth.

"Don't you know it's rude to be loud while others are-" He slowly pulls out and thrusts right back in. "-sleeping?"

I couldn't even find anymore words to say. Only moans...only whimpers, and if I attempted to speak, it probably wouldn't make sense. He was putting his back into it, making his hips roll as his body claimed mine. He felt perfect and made sure he went slow enough so I could feel everything he had to offer. He lifted my hips off the bed so he could get me in all the right spots. I tried my very best to keep my mouth closed. This beautiful agony was trying to tear down my walls of restraint. 

Beads of sweat were trickling down his chest and going in all directions between the cuts of his abs. Jack's moans were slowly turning into whimpers and I could feel his muscles tighten up. At the same time, I felt a storm brewing within me as well. Lightning was striking and thunder was rumbling. Pure electricity conjured between us.

A few more strokes and the storm within had raged its highest. Hearing Jack moan as he climaxed only made this more intense for me to the point he had to cover my mouth again. He squeezed me tight and held me down on top of him as our bodies spasmed together, my head leaned back. My eyes got a little misty; I've never felt this satisfied before. I looked back down at him and he moved my damp hair out of my face. He gave me the sweetest kisses not only on my lips but on my eyes, my cheeks, my forehead, and my nose. We had passed out in bed together after a quiet moment of caressing. 

. . .

It was about 11 A.M when I woke up on Jack's shoulder. He looked so godlike and adorable when he slept.

"I love you," he mumbled.

I gasped. "What?"

There was no response. He must've said it in his sleep so he could've been dreaming about anyone. Instead of freaking out, I remained calm and started drawing swirls with my fingertips right below his bellybutton, making him wake up slowly.

"You're a little devil, you know that?" He said in his morning raspy voice. "Sex with you was...everything."

"Hmm," I say.

"What's that mean?"

"Sex. I thought only the girlfriends got sex," I remarked.

He grinned and said, "Busted."

"Yeah! I mean, I wouldn't mind being your girlfriend if you asked," I teased, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. The reaction on his face was priceless. He looked like a kid about to go to Disney World for the first time.

He gleefully pulled the crisp white sheets over us both and hovered above me, taking my hand and kissing it. "Lauren Turner, will you do me the honor of becoming my super beautiful, sexy, hilarious, & smart girlfriend?"

"Let me think about it," I joked. He tickled me out of slight revenge causing me to laugh louder than I was able to be last night. "Yes, I will."

He lowered down to me, both of us full of happiness, and kissed me.