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“You deserve so much better than what he can give you, and the only time a man should put his hands on you is to make you feel like a queen.”

I didn’t even notice we were moving until my back finds the wall behind me.

His thumb and forefinger still hold my chin when his lips hover over mine. “I know he’s watching us.”

“Probably,” I reply, not caring either way.

He smiles down at me. “Remember when you asked if I’d kiss you tonight?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Was that because you wanted me to?”

My heart races in my chest. Every part of me wants Jack to take my mouth with his and kiss me in the way I’ve been thinking about for longer than I care to admit. Yet I still can’t shake the uncertainty pooling in my gut. What if none of what I’m feeling is real for him? What if this is his way of proving to Tyler that we’re real and to back the fuck off me?

My head wars with my heart.

Jack’s eyes search mine. “Talk to me, Kendra.”

“I-I want you to kiss me.”

When his hand finds the back of my neck and pulls me closer, he brushes his lips over mine. “How does that feel?”

I roll my lips together. The taste of him is faint but incredible. “More.”

“Do you want my tongue, Kendra Hart?” Jack teases as his breath fans my damp lips, and I can’t fight the smile that pulls at them.

“Yes.”

This time, when he presses his mouth against me, I part for him, and the first stroke of his warm tongue against mine sparks an outbreak of goosebumps across my skin.

This is what it’s like to be kissed.

Jack’s hand ascends my neck until his fingers play in my hair.

His kisses are demanding as his tongue licks into my mouth, and I whimper at the sensation.

The temptation to grind against his knee as he pushes it between my thighs is so overwhelming. If this is the way he kisses, what the hell is it like to spend the night with him?

I want to find out. I hope I get the chance.

“Wow, Kendra,” he whispers against my lips, resting his forehead on mine. “That was … definitely believable.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

JACK

Sawyer

Evening, lovebird. Just checking in to make sure Tyler hasn’t hidden a hit man in your apartment and my winger is in fact still breathing.

Me

Still breathing, but I haven’t checked all the rooms yet.

Listen, I might not be Cupid’s biggest believer these days. But from what I saw, death might be worth it.

I sit on the end of my bed with my shirt undone, bow tie hanging loosely around my neck.