Conscience (The Bellator Saga Book 2) by Cecilia London Page B

much more emotional than usual lately.
    “Jack-”
    “Shh.” He pulled her closer to him. “Let me enjoy this. Let me enjoy you.”
    Caroline wasn’t about to argue about that. She’d let him enjoy her multiple times tonight, if that’s what he wanted. She didn’t say a word as they started to sway to the music again.
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    Jack set the half empty bottle of champagne and both wine flutes down on the nightstand, then made a point of going over to the door and turning the lock before sliding off his shoes.
    Caroline grinned at him. “Does this mean you’re staying in here with me tonight?”
    He pulled down her shorts. “Are you going to kick me out afterward?  I really don’t want to do a walk of shame in my own house.”
    “No,” she said, adjusting her position so he could unhook her sling. “I’ve wanted you in here for the last month. And you don’t waste any time, do you?”
    The kiss Jack gave her was soft, but the erection pressing against her thigh was anything but. “I’ve missed you,” he said.
    She rubbed her leg against his groin, just for fun. “Going without sex for this long must have been awful for you.”
    “You have no idea. I didn’t even jack off.”
    She gave him a skeptical look. “Really?”
    He averted his eyes. “Okay, maybe once or twice.”
    Caroline would pursue that topic later, after she removed all his clothes. If he was going to do that, she wanted him in the room with her while it was taking place. She tried to unbutton his shirt but soon gave up. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m not sure how well I can do this with only one hand.”
    He smiled at her. “I can think of plenty of things you can do with just one hand.”
    “Well, yeah,” she said. “But I might not be able to move around so much beyond that.” She flapped her left arm, feeling like a graceless bird. “This shoulder to hand contraption sucks.”
    “Cheer up, sweetheart. You’re about to have engagement night sex.”
    “Is that why we’re up here?”
    Jack stripped off his shirt, then went to work on his pants. “Isn’t this supposed to be some big romantic moment? Or are you going to be continually sour now that you’ve got a ring on your finger?”
    It was hard not to stare as his glorious cock popped free of his boxers. “I’m going to be a total nag,” she whispered.
    He removed her t-shirt and bra. “Doubtful.”
    She sighed as Jack kissed her neck. “I’m much less of a nag when I’m getting laid on a regular basis.”
    “I’ll see what I can do about that.” He traced his fingers across her shoulders, barely touching her. Sometimes he’d do that, acting like he was afraid she’d break if he pressed any harder. Caroline could feel his mouth inching closer to her ear and knew he wanted to play.
    “Are you going to be a good girl and let me have my way with you?” he asked. “I’ve been very patient with you. Not all boyfriends would wait this long.”
    They’d been doing that more often, after he’d tied her to his bed during that hot weekend in July. Role playing, engaging in rougher sex, getting a little kinky. Caroline loved it and hoped their relationship would continue to evolve. She wanted to find out how far Jack was willing to go. He indulged her every fantasy and she was just as excited about his.
    She laid down on the bed, pressing her knees together. She could play the virgin. “I don’t know. Good girls aren’t supposed to put out.”
    Jack sat down next to her, starting to caress her thighs. “All the girls are doing it, baby. Don’t you want to fit in? Don’t you want the boys to like you?” He attempted to slide his hand between her knees, which were still locked shut.
    “I don’t want the boys to think I’m easy,” Caroline said softly.
    “They won’t,” he said. “It’ll feel good. You’ll see. I’ll make you feel so damn