Anna.
I stand in the doorway of my kitchen, glass still in hand, when Jack comes into view. His eyes scan the room before finally landing on me. Instead of stopping like I expected, he heads straight for me. I back up, wanting space, but he keeps coming while Polly watches.
My gaze flicks to hers, but she doesn’t look worried. Seconds later, she walks away, leaving us alone with the food cooking on the stove.
“Jack,” I say, lifting my hands to stop him from closing the distance between us. “Please don’t.”
His tone is low, almost angry, as he replies, “Don’t… what?”
As he grabs my wrists, placing them above my head, I close my eyes as his mouth glides against my neck. “You f*****g walked out on me, and for no good reason.”
I sound breathless, but it’s only from his touch. “I had every
