“You didn’t tell me what you were thinking about last night,” she reminded him. “What you were thinking about doing to me.”
“Fucking you six ways from Sunday,” he said without thinking twice about it.
“Oh.” The word rode a hard rush of air. “Just six?”
He groaned again. “More than that. It might take a while to do everything I want to do to you.”
“You could start now,” she said as the fingers that were twisted in his hair slid down his body and grazed his cock. “See how far we get by next Sunday.”
She stroked him behind his button fly, making him grab her hand to still it.
“You’re misjudging my control,” he said between clenched teeth. “It’s more limited than you think.”
“Good to know.” She kissed his jaw, working her way to his lips. When her mouth pressed to his, Jack was a goner.
One of his hands stayed at the small of her back, keeping her body against his. His other hand cupped the back of her head, holding her in place as his tongue delved deep into her mouth. He kissed her as she writhed against him, her hand sliding down to gently cup his balls through his jeans.
She pushed all the right buttons, whether she knew it or not. He wanted her even more than last night. Couldn’t wait to strip her bare and thrust his cock into her wet pussy. He knew how tight it was. Knew how wet and hot he made her. Knew it’d feel like heaven to be sheathed inside her tight cunt as he stroked her inner walls, driving them both crazy.
He just had to clear the air one last time.
Tearing his mouth away, he asked, “Still not backing down?”
“No. You?”
“Oh hell, no.”
* * * * *
He kissed her again as she moved her hands to his waist and gripped fistfuls of his T-shirt. A swift tug didn’t quite get her where she wanted to be, so she tugged again and then found his skin just above the waistband of his jeans. Her hands slid under the soft material of his shirt and splayed over the rigid muscles of his abdomen.
Aahhh. That was what she wanted. Well, it was a start, at any rate.
Jack’s hands began their own exploration. First over her shoulders and down her bare arms. Then they dropped to Liza’s hips and moved down and back until he cupped her ass in his large hands. He deepened their kiss as he gave a rough squeeze of her cheeks, turning their lip-lock into something hot and demanding. Her hands shifted to his back—the muscles there were just as enticing—and she pressed her chest to his, wanting to be crushed against him again. He got the point and tightened his grip on her.
When she finally pulled her mouth from his, she gasped for air.
“God, that was hot,” she whispered.
Jack’s eyes burned with lust and his chest rose and fell as quickly as hers did. He lifted her off her feet while she was still locked in his tight embrace and crossed the kitchen to the bedroom.
He set her down gently, her bare feet flattening on the hardwood floor. She had to widen her stance a little to steady herself, because everything inside her was vibrating again. Her fingers trembled as she reached for Jack’s shirt once more and lifted it up, peeling it away from his tanned, toned skin. Every inch of muscle revealed made her mouth water even more. She couldn’t wait to touch him. In fact, she abandoned her whole stripping-him-bare effort as she placed her hands on his hard pectorals. Luckily, Jack was on his game and took over the stripping part, yanking the shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor.
A soft chuckle teased her ears. “Impatient little thing,” he said in a low voice.
Liza grinned. “You are just too magnificent for words. I can’t help myself.”
The corners of his mouth lifted. “Touch to your heart’s content, sweetheart.”
“Oh I intend to.”
Her hands swept down to his stomach, then round to his back and up to his shoulder blades. She leaned in close to him, her chest pressing to his. A slight dip of her head and her lips grazed his skin, making him groan. She flicked her tongue over a small, pebbled nipple and his arms tightened around her reflexively.
Empowered by his response, she dropped feathery kisses all over his chest and even licked him once or twice.
Again, she just couldn’t help herself.
As she sighed happily, Jack said, “My turn.”