Pulling back, he stared into her eyes. “You’re not wearing underwear.”
She gave him a devilishly seductive look. “Is that a problem?”
Slowly, he shook his head, then slipped his hands beneath the T-shirt hem to palm her bare bottom. Yeah, it would be easy to just strip off his clothes and push her down on the bed and take her as quickly as she’d let him inside. But that urgency was what had happened last time. This time he wanted to see her, touch her, taste her—all of her.
That’s what he set about doing.
* * *
Jack’s mouth was driving Taylor insane. Absolutely mental.
She dug her fingers into his long hair, loving the luscious slightly damp locks between her fingers, around her hands. She arched against him. “Jack.”
“Hmm?” He glanced up at her.
“Just Jack.”
Her entire body hummed for him, every cell trying to draw nearer, to be the part touching him, being touched by him.
Over and over he brought her to the brink, letting her climax, float partially down, then lifting her back up, higher and higher each time.
Digging her heels into the bed, she tugged on his shoulders. “Now, Jack. Now,” she demanded. “I need you now.”
Within seconds he was above her, donning a condom, then inside her, stretching her in the sweetest way.
With the first movement of his body her insides trembled, then went full-blown earthquake.
She clung to him, hanging on because she was sure she was falling from some other world as he continued to move, continued to take her places she’d only dreamed of.
Momentum built, and she felt his waning willpower to hold back. Needing to feel his loss of control, to feel him give in to the magic between their bodies, she met him stroke for stroke, deeper and deeper.
“Jack!” she cried, realizing she was going to be the one to go tumbling over into orgasmic release yet again.
She reached the pin
nacle, the highest place she’d ever been, and plummeted over to the other side, her entire body imploding into a colorful meltdown.
Which undid Jack and he followed suit, driving deep into her body before collapsing onto her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
TAYLOR DIDN’T RECALL a month having ever gone by so quickly. Not ever.
The past one had flown and, with it, Jack’s days in Warrenville.
Eight days. Then he’d be gone.
“You’ve still not talked to him, have you?”
Sitting in their living room, Taylor glanced over at Amy, started to pretend she didn’t know what her roommate meant, but decided against it. Why bother? Amy knew what was in her heart.
She shook her head.
“You need to tell him you don’t want him to go,” Amy advised, moving to the sofa to sit next to Taylor. “Tonight, before any more time gets away, before he gets away.”
It wasn’t that Taylor didn’t want to tell Jack that she didn’t want him to leave. She didn’t want him to leave and wanted to tell him.
But she couldn’t ask him to stay.