“I always hope to shower with a friend,” he teased, nuzzling her neck.
“Any random friend?”
“Just you. Just my secret friend.” The barest touch of his tongue on her throat and her hand clenched in his hair.
“Hold me,” she said decisively.
Jack reached for a towel and dried them both briskly. She wrung out her hair and combed it. Jack wrapped her robe around her shoulders, the soft old blue one she’d had since her college dorm days. Her hand covered his on her shoulder and she looked back and kissed him lightly.
Chapter 12
Back in her bed, they curled up, holding on to each other possessively. Their legs entwined, their arms around each other, her head on his shoulder. She stirred and turned onto her side. Jack kissed her bare shoulder and she heard him whisper.
“Are you mine yet?”
“I think you know the answer to that one.”
He smiled.
They both fell asleep.
When she woke, sprawled across his chest with her hair in his face, she squinted, embarrassed. She pushed her hair back as she sat up. He was looking at her and she wanted to pull the sheet higher, to hide herself from him.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Good night,” he corrected. “It’s around eleven.”
“I guess you wore me out.”
“Come back here.”
Jack reached up and cupped her cheek in his hand, his thumb stroking her cheekbone as he drew her back down to kiss him.
“Welcome back,” she said with a smile.
“I wish I’d never left.”
“So do I. I messed everything up while you were gone.”
“Not everything. But I’m here, I’m back now and we have some lost time to make up for.”
“Yes,” she said.
“Are you hungry?”
“Not really,” she said sleepily, ready to slip back into whichever dream she had been having about him while she was in his arms.
She burrowed against his shoulder and neck, taking a long breath and just reveling in how satisfying it felt to have Jack wrap his arms around her and pull her close into his warmth. It fit. It felt right and she just relaxed into him, letting go. Before she could let her eyes drop shut fully, his mouth was on her neck, his lips and tongue sending shivers along her skin. She felt her body flutter awake under his ministrations. His hand was trailing up her thigh, making her press against him. His tongue flicked in her ear and she giggled, still half asleep.
He seemed to go away and Britt drifted off, slipping back into some dream. The next thing she knew, he was hooking her leg over his shoulder, setting his mouth against her sex. Lightly he touched her with his tongue, his lips, nipping and lapping at her. Britt’s hands fisted in the sheets, her head rolling to the side, sensation washing over her. The way he kissed her, his lips and tongue working over her cleft, left her shuddering, crying out, an almost painful rush of pleasure building like an ache between her legs. It felt surreal, like she was floating in her dream still, but his mouth, his hands anchoring her to the ground somehow. She tried to raise up on her elbows but his fingers pushed inside of her as his mouth closed around her nub. The phone rang. She ignored it.
“Oh, Jack, please!” she screamed as she clenched around him, a powerful orgasm taking her.
When her cries subsided she couldn’t feel him any more. He sat up between her knees, his face white.
“Greg? Who the fuck is Greg?”
“What?” Britt asked, confusedly, her body still flushed, tremors still rippling through her like aftershocks.