I don't know if it's the strong drink I've been sipping on or Jack's ginormous hand caressing my waist line, but I am turned the fuck on.
His rings are cool against my skin and the slightly raised tattoos on his hands sends shivers down my legs.
Leaning down the tiniest bit, he equalizes my eye level, as a small smirk pulls at his lips. Like he knows where this is going, like he wants this just as bad as I do.
"You lied." He whispers.
"Do something about it." I whisper back, staring into the most beautiful sets of eyes I've ever seen.
His jaw tightens and so does his grip around my bathing suit bottoms. The longer I stare into his jade pools of green the more I melt to his touch.
"You think you get a reward for lying?" He scoffs, his tone tight and straight to the point. My lips dry to his words and the second I part my lips to lick them, Jack's free hand darts to my bottom lip.
"Answer me." He murmurs, caressing is thumb over my skin. I ignore his tormenting and lick my lips anyways. His eyes watch me so closely, that I'm sure I could partake in thousands of small irrelevant actions, and he would be able to recall each one. In order.
My tongue brushes over Jack's thumb as I do what I intended to do, his finger being there or not.
Pulling my bottom lip he holds my chin with the rest of his hand, making me look up at him. Truthfully, I couldn't even look away if I wanted to. His eyes have me captive and every time Jack does so little as brush his body against mine, I give in immediately.
The things I would let this man do to me are things that should be illegal to say out loud. He thinks I don't notice every time he shifts in his seat to discreetly adjust himself, or when I'm across the room so can feel his eyes on me. But I do. And I fucking love it.
"Do something about it." I whisper again. I want to piss him off so bad, and he knows it. The real question is, will he take the bait.
"Get up." He murmurs removing his hands from me and fixing his shorts.
I get up almost instantly. Excitement and anxiety turning in my stomach.
"Attagirl." He praises.
Jack starts to walk towards the bridge of the boat where Ford and I's rooms are, and I follow right behind him.
The silence between us on the way there, kills me internally. I want to hear his voice, feel his hands roaming my body, smell his sweet scent leave his inked skin and flow through my nose. I want everything.
He slows his steps as we walk through the doorway. The anticipation I have right now is so high, I'm about to lay down on my bed and fix my problems myself.
Letting me walk fully in, Jack slowly closes my door and the last thing I hear is a small, click, before I'm being pinned to a wall by a six-foot-five tatted lifeguard. Holy shit.
Jack's right hand grasps my neck while the other slides my shirt upwards stopping just above my waist.
"I'm so obsessed with you, August, and it drives me fucking crazy because you don't see it. Do you?" He scolds, leaving his voice at the lowest volume possible.
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Roman d'amour"Truthfully, my heart was so full of her, I could barely call it my own." 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 is the epitome of a doberman boy. Six-foot-five motorcycle rider and lifeguard, not only does he not have time to socialize with a girl longer than it...
