Free Jack (The Family Simon Book 2) by Juliana Stone Page B

his tongue, his hand running down the small of her back until he cupped her ass. There was no doubt that she felt how hard he was and for a moment, he had to catch his breath.
    He rested his forehead on hers, both of them breathless, and those hot, needful things that filled the air were inside them. Invading. Coaxing.
    Jesus Christ.
    Jack angled his head so that he could see her face. See the mouth that was swollen from his. A mouth that had driven him to distraction in the past and one that haunted him still.
    He knew that he should walk away, because that was the right thing to do for so many reasons. Another man might have done that, but then Jack wasn’t the type to play hide and seek. Not now. Not ever.
    Some would say that what he was contemplating was foolish. That one more night with the woman who’d pretty much ruined him for all others was a mistake. But Jack knew better. This here, this wasn’t about love anymore. Hell no. That was dead and gone, and he’d never dig up that old ghost.
    Right now, this was about satisfying a craving he’d never been able to shake. It was about taking that one last taste. Savoring it. Enjoying it.
    And then moving on.
    “I’m giving you one chance to say no,” Jack whispered, eyes glittering. “One chance to walk away from the thing that’s still here between us.” He bent forward, his warm breath sliding across her cheek as he sought out that place near her ear. He felt her shudder and smiled as he waited, mouth hovering over her skin.
    One second.
    Two and three and four.
    And then his eyes darkened as his hands slid over her. He cupped her possessively, his body tight with anticipation. Voice lowered, he waited a half a second more and then whispered.
    “Time’s up.”

 
    Chapter Ten
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    Donovan should have run as far away from Jack Simon as she could when she had the chance.
    “Time’s up,” he whispered.
    Should of. Could have. But ultimately she didn’t. Why? Because every single cell in her body was on fire. She hadn’t felt this alive in years and damned if she was giving that up anytime soon.
    That kiss. Holy hell that kiss was all kinds of want and need and desire and heat. It was everything she’d missed and everything she wanted and…
    She thought of Cooper Simon.
    It was everything she couldn’t have.
    Unless…
    “One night,” she whispered, unaware she’d spoken until Jack angled his head and gazed down at her.
    “What was that?” he asked, voice a little rough.
    For a heartbeat, she stared into eyes that would haunt her for the rest of her days. For that heartbeat, she saw everything they’d had and everything they would never know. But right here, right now, she could have it all again.
    “One night, Jack. That’s all I got.”
    His eyes were hooded, that amazing mouth of his in a half-grin, and just for a second, fear sliced through her. If Cooper ever found out, he’d destroy both of them.
    “I’m good with that.”
    Don’t do it, Donnie.
    But the thing about want and need and all of the other stuff she was feeling, was that none of those things were talking to her brain right now. They were spread thin, covering her flesh, igniting flames of desire and pooling low in her stomach. They made her tremble in anticipation. Ache with the need to connect.
    He leaned closer again, and God help Donovan but her knees knocked together. If it wasn’t for Jack’s arms still around her, she would have fallen on her ass. His breath was a whisper across her cheek, and she squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling that masculine scent that was all him.
    And then his mouth was on hers, hot and urgent. She opened beneath him, hungrily taking him in, her tongue tasting his, her fingers clawed into his shoulders. The feel of him, the taste of him was like a returning dream and Donovan wanted to weep because it felt that good.
    Jack kissed her long and hard, his hands moving over her body, positioning her so that his erection pressed into her.
    He