Our Little Secret

Chapter 48

Sarah
"Wonderful." Jack purrs and then reaches out for my sandwich across the table.

"Hey!" I reach over to try and stop him, but he has already taken a bite. "Dude, what the hell? Make your own damn sandwich!"

"No. You are my woman, you make me one."

Uhm... What?

Did Jack Davis just call me his woman?

"S-sorry?" I am blushing so hard.

"You heard me: make me a sandwich."

"I'm not going to make you a sandwich!" I say heatedly, my feminism side kicking in, his little charade already forgotten.

"That's too bad. I really wanted you to," he puts on a puppy face and it is the most adorable one I have ever seen.

"Fine." I growl and go over to the bench. "But I get to pick what's on it!" I say grumpily.

"Anything works, honey."

I suck, I know.

I really shouldn't make him a sandwich, but you didn't see his face. I have a hard time resisting him normally, when he doesn't try to convince me, and now he was doing a freaking puppy face.

I am such a weak person. At least when it comes to resisting Jack, darn it, Davis.

Suddenly Jack's hands are on my hips, pulling me towards him. "Take it easy, you don't want to ruin it."

"Do you want your bloody sandwich or not?" I mutter angrily, regretting that I even agreed on this.

Jack sighs happily. "I do love it when you're angry," he chuckles in my ear and I blush. His hands have started to move around my waist and are now resting on my belly, where his fingers are moving in slow circles.

"Don't distract me." I mumble, but lean against his chest.

"Oh, but I love distracting you," he mumbles in my ear and his breath tickles my skin, sending a tingling feeling across my body.

"Then you won't get your sandwich." I breathe lightly, big time distracted.

"Screw that, can I get you instead?" I can sense his smile against my skin as he presses his lips behind my ear.

I laugh at his question. "You wish."

"Yes, I do," he sighs again, less happily this time. "But it's completely useless since you are like a damn nun."

"Now you are exaggerating again. I've done lots of stuff with you these last weeks, stuff that I've only heard about before."

Jack rests his head against my shoulder while I continue my work with the sandwich.

"I guess," he mumbles, but I doubt that we are on the same page in this matter. About me being a nun that is.

"Why are you so eager to jump into bed with me, Jack?" I ask quietly.

At first I don't think that he heard me, but then he finally answers. "I've told you this before; you are one hot, amazing girl. That probably is like a queen in bed, you just have to get some experience and I would like to give you that." He mumbles in my ear and nibble it. His hands has travelled downwards and found their way into my pockets, pushing back slightly so I crush even more into him.

"So, with you everything is about sex?"

"Doesn't have to be, but it sure is nice." He purrs and the nibbling continues down my throat.

Tiredly, I lean my head against his shoulder and welcome his small kisses. Slowly my hands smooth down his arms and tangle up with his when I reach my pockets. Not wanting, or being able, to wait any longer I turn my head and our lips meet. Jack's lips slowly massages mine as our tongues meet. Without breaking the contact, I slowly turn around and put my hands on his chest. His hands travel down into my back pockets and lightly squeeze my butt.