He shuddered inside her, against her, all around her. Making her come again as she whispered his name over and over while riding the wave of fire that roared through her.
Liza’s legs gave out on her as she went weak in the knees. Jack held her tightly, his body curling around hers as he continued to convulse inside her. Their heavy panting filled the room. Jack’s hot breath on her neck and his slick skin against hers made her long to be completely naked with him. She wanted to feel every inch of him on top of her, beneath her, inside her. She couldn’t get enough of him, of how wonderful he felt, how wonderful he made her feel.
When he straightened and slowly withdrew from her, another moan escaped her parted lips. The feel of his hard rod against her sensitive inner walls flared her desire all over again. Or maybe it’d never dimmed.
She seemed to be in a constant state of arousal with this man.
Jack’s arm hooked around her waist and he helped her stand, though she was still wobbly on her tall heels. She laughed softly, a little embarrassed. “You made me weak in the knees.”
“Mine are a bit rubbery too,” he whispered in her ear as his arms wrapped around her and he held her to him, his front to her back.
She sighed in pure bliss. “You’re one hell of a Welcome Wagon.”
Jack laughed. “Glad to be of service.”
“Mm, and then some.”
Thank God she hadn’t given up on her quest for a hot hookup last night when she’d realized there was only one bar in town. What a shame it would have been to miss out on Jack Wade.
“Still not done with you,” he murmured as his lips grazed her neck.
Excitement rocketed through her. “Good to know.”
* * * * *
It took several minutes for him to regain his composure. When they were both a little steadier on their feet, Jack released her.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you aren’t fragile,” he commented as he dragged his briefs and jeans up his legs and over his hips.
“Not fragile,” she agreed. “But I will admit, I didn’t think I could handle what you were doing to me. At one point, I thought it was too much, but…”
Jack said, “I would’ve stopped.”
She quickly shook her head. “No, I didn’t want you to stop. I’ve just never experienced anything like that. Hell, that pretty much goes for everything you’ve done to me.” She blushed at the admission.
Jack grinned. “Sweetheart, you make me want to try every trick in the book.”
“Lucky me.”
He chuckled as he reached for the tiny puddle of black lace that was her panties and handed over the miniscule garment. “Why don’t you meet me at my place after I’m done here?” He extracted a set of keys from his front pocket while she stepped into her thong. He worked a silver one off the rung, then held it out to her.
“The key to your house?” She stared at his offering for a moment.
He opened her hand and pressed the key into her palm. “I’ll be twenty minutes behind you. Thirty at the most. Lock the door when you get in and I’ll ring the bell.”
“It’s your house, Jack. I’m not locking you out.”
“I don’t like the idea of you being there with the door open, so just humor me, okay?”
She hedged and he wasn’t sure what that was about. Then again, she had no idea of the significance of him wanting her in his house. He’d never invited another woman in, but didn’t think twice about it with Liza.
“How about I just wait for you at my cottage?” She tried to hand the key back. He didn’t accept it.
“I want you in my bed tonight.”
She let out a low moan. He smiled in triumph.
Pulling her back into his tight embrace, he whispered in her ear, “I’m already getting hard for you.”