‘So now you know what I see,’ he said softly. ‘You want to know what I want to do?’
Kelsi swallowed. Couldn’t move as Jack rested his hand on the wall beside her head and leaned closer to whisper even more softly.
‘Shall I tell you what I’m going to do?’
Pleasure rippled, contracting every muscle in her body. She closed her eyes. It was words, just words. And she’d seen tonight just how charming Jack could be. How social. How smooth.
‘I play it in my mind all the time. What I’ll do first when I finally touch you again.’
Oh. Her eyes prickled and she screwed them tighter shut. She was not going to cry—even though she really felt like it.
‘I think a kiss—mouth-on-mouth. I ache to lick along your lips, to feel the softness on the inside. But I don’t want it to get out of control too soon so I’ll pull back. There’s too much else to worship.’
Worship? He wanted to worship her? Her breathing slipped. He was right in front of her now. She could feel his heat. She opened her eyes but couldn’t look right up at his face. His other hand was on the wall, too—so she was almost within his hold. His body centimetres from hers—and the tension was radiating from him as powerfully as heat radiated from the sun.
‘I want to tangle my fingers in your curls and pull your head back so I can kiss down your neck to your collarbones.’
Instinctively her neck arched just a fraction. She could feel it, she could almost feel the touch—she badly wanted to.
‘I’ll undress you. Slide the straps from your shoulders. Can’t wait to watch the material fall to the ground so I can see you again.’
Her lips parted as she struggled to keep breathing regularly, desperate for oxygen.
‘And you know what, Kelsi? I like freckles. I want to join all the dots with my tongue.’
Goose bumps burst as she shivered—would he warm those, too? Her nipples pressed harder against her dress. She wished it were off. She wished she could blink their clothes away and she could be in his arms and believing it all.
‘I’ll skim my fingers over your skin—lightly, so I can feel the silkiness. But part of me wants to grab at the same time. Clutch you closer to grind hard and quick. Somehow I have to keep it slow.’
His voice was low, rough, honest. Obliterating every last little brick of her defence. She closed her eyes again—to listen all the better, to feel it.
‘So I’ll kiss you all over, too. Suck on the sweet bits you like to keep hidden.’
Those bits tensed, merely the thought teasing them—making the rest of her yearn for the reality.
‘But I want inside so bad. Hot, tight honey.’
She was burning up now—her body clenching on just his promise.
‘Even more I want to see you, hear you, feel you convulsing under me. Around me.’ Almost sounding angry now, he whispered hot and fast, the words tearing free from him. ‘I want you to scream and cry and laugh. I want to thrust so deep inside you break apart. I want it to be me who makes you like that. Me who frees you. Me. Only me.’
Blood pulsed. Thundering in her lips. In her sex.
His mouth was right beside her ear as he roughly demanded, ‘Do you understand now how much I want you?’
‘Jack…’ She couldn’t stop trembling.
‘Do you understand I’m going to do it all right now?’
Her eyes shot open as she jerked involuntarily. Looked into his huge, dark eyes, blazing with the desire he’d so devastatingly detailed.
‘Please.’ Her voice broke, and she pressed her fingers hard into her palms. She needed the release so badly. She needed him so badly.
She longed to believe him. To feel him. To know for sure.
‘Jack.’
His gaze burned into her eyes for a second—an age—longer. And then he looked at her mouth. Her thirsty, desperate mouth.
She drank him in—the hint of sweat on him, seeing the way he, too, was struggling to control his every breath. His every move.
It was so slow. So deliberate. The lean that brought his face close to hers once more.
‘Kelsi…’
As he breathed her name their mouths finally met. She moaned, her body curled, muscles crunching as a mini-orgasm stunned her.
With a groan he swiftly moved to support her, his hands strong and firm in their hold.
‘Oh,’ she nearly cried as she fell against him. ‘I feel really hot, Jack.’
He licked her lips as he’d promised. ‘I know you do.’
She licked, too, twirling her tongue round his. It had been too long. Was too slow now.
His hand swept through her hair, tilting her face so he could kiss every inch—down her jaw, her throat, to her collarbones. He groaned again and involuntarily pushed forward, bumping harder against her. Oh, how she wanted to feel him all the way inside her.
‘Slow,’ he ground out.
‘No.’ She kissed him—a long, long kiss where she offered and gave but most of all took. Took everything he offered—everything he had.
He wrenched his mouth from hers, their hot, quick breaths gusted between them in the split second before he shoved her straps down, the dress ripping as he yanked it from her body.
His hands on her breasts made her cry out, her fingers curled into useless claws as the sensations momentarily paralysed her.
He went tense, too. ‘You OK?’
‘Yes,’ she panted.
He bent, moving his mouth over her. Her nipples were har
d enough to cut glass and the sensations of his hot, wet tongue sent her insane. She had to get him naked. Her naked. Now.
But her fingers still failed. Trembling, panting, she half pleaded with him. Felt relief as she felt him hook her knickers. As he slid them down he knelt before her.
Kelsi had no choice but to lean back against the wall, her vision tunnelling as she looked down and watched her ultimate lover press his open, adoring mouth to her.
‘Jack.’
He glanced up and caught the look on her face.
‘Kelsi.’ He reached for her waist and took her to the floor.
She curled around him, clinging, unwilling to release him even to let him take off his clothes. She loved the kisses too much. The deep, delicious hungry kisses that made her feel as if he’d been aching to hold her like this for ever. The way he moved so ardently over her. As their mouths clung, his hands moved, undoing, trying to ease fabric aside. But still it wasn’t enough. He growled and pulled away so he could strip completely.
She watched, impatient, fascinated, desperate.
At last he rolled back, pulling her beneath him and bracing above her. Taking too long. Taking way too long.
His blue eyes devoured her, brilliant, intense, stunning. Honest—so honest in revealing his desire. In that timeless moment before his body claimed hers she was suspended in a bubble of other-world excitement, of disbelief as she saw he’d meant every passionate word.
‘OK?’ he asked.
‘Oh, yes.’
She burst apart the moment he pushed into her. Her whole body a mass of quivering muscles that clamped on him, that released for the merest of seconds before clamping tighter again. It was like being totally submerged in a sea of heat and light and colours too brilliant to absorb. Eyes screwed shut, she cried out as she clung to him, unsure she was going to live through the intensity.
‘It’s not finished yet,’ he grated harshly, holding her close as she violently shook beneath him. ‘I won’t let it be. Not yet.’
Kelsi breathed carefully, her shudders easing as the sensations slamming inside her ebbed. And then he thrust deep—controlled, slow, his face rigid with the strain as he worked to bring her out again. But now Kelsi was all smooth and fluid and sure. Utterly replete, she arched up to him, sinuously rocking, not letting him keep the control he seemed so bent on. Refuelled by his flinching response, she forced a faster pace, faster still until his muscles bunched even more. She laughed delightedly as his eyes flashed pure fire and his face puckered under the strain of a pleasure that was almost pain. He breathed in sharply.