"Oh yes," she managed somehow to gasp out.
Remaining deep inside her, Jack rolled his hips, and that was all it took. Without warning, the waves of her climax crashed over her. She tumbled into extreme sensation, crying out his name in wonder and shock. When the pleasure waves subsided she became vaguely aware that Jack was laughing softly. She was past caring what he, or what anyone, thought of her. He was amazing—this was amazing, and she had no intention of holding back. But then she did start to feel a bit guilty. "Should I wait for you this time?"
"Why?" Withdrawing with a deliberate lack of haste, Jack looked down at her. "This is all for you. I can wait."
When he sank deep again, she lost it immediately and came apart in his arms. The pleasure gripped her whole body, and she was gripping his arms so tightly, she was probably bruising him, but she couldn't stop herself as she worked her body against his.
"Seems I might have to wait for some time," Jack said, laughing as if he were pleased as he brought her into his arms to soothe her down.
She laughed too—with amazement and sheer relief that she could do this at all. And, had she ever laughed during sex before? No, she thought, she had not.
"You just want to play with my breasts all day," she accused Jack as he claimed them.
"Do you blame me?" he challenged, making her gasp as he bucked his body into hers.
"Did I give you permission for that?" she teased.
"Do I need it?"
No. Oh, no. For the first time in her life, she was enjoying her body—reveling in it, and the pleasure it was bringing Jack.
"So, this is what I've been missing," he said, coming to lie facing her. "What a fool I am to take so long to find you." And then he kissed her hungrily and passionately, his hands roving at will over a body that was now perfectly in tune to his. When he pulled away this time, it was only to move her to the edge of the bed. Standing in front of her, he brought her legs over his shoulders so she was totally exposed, and he could stare down. This was even more amazing th
an ever, she thought as Jack sank slowly inside her and began to move rhythmically as she groaned with pleasure in time to each stroke.
"You've made me greedy," she accused him when she'd finally stopped screaming.
"Good," Jack said simply as he joined her on the bed.
"But this has to be for you now," she insisted.
Drawing her knees back, she pressed her thighs wide and held them for him.
She loved the way Jack's expression darkened and grew intent as he took his time to sink into her, all the while watching what he was doing to her. He pulled out just as slowly, as she half suspected he would—had hoped he would, because then she knew he would torture her for a few moments with the lack of him, before thrusting deep. But this time she couldn't wait. Taking hold of his buttocks in an iron grip, she ordered, "Now!"
Chapter Seven
When he came inside Bella it was cataclysmic. He nearly passed out. He roared and then thrust so hard and fast he was concerned for her afterwards.
"Don't be silly," she whispered against his mouth. "I'm not exactly frail, as you might have noticed."
"You are to me."
"I liked seeing you out of it like that," Bella admitted. "I liked seeing you lose control because of me. And I do have a confession to make..."
"Yes?" he murmured, lifting his head to stare at her.
"I snuck in a little pleasure of my own, but you were too busy roaring to hear me fall big. Perfect synchronization," she confirmed happily when he looked at her, and then she laughed as she told him, "It's a sign."
"I certainly hope so."
He couldn't remember feeling like this. Kissing Arabella was like sinking into a vat of warm, sweet honey, but it wasn't just the physical side of their relationship that made him feel different—optimistic about the future—it was the fact that he had found her at all. He kissed her long and slow, his tongue lazily tracing the contours of her mouth, while his hands mapped the lush contours of her body, and within moments, he was making love to her again.
They showered and made love again under the warm spray. They ate in the room, and Bella got strawberries squashed all over her when they made love again. When they went to bed they slept with their limbs entwined, and when she woke, he made love to her again.
"I have to make up for lost time," he explained, adopting a serious expression as he pinned her wrists above her head. "And, though I'm loathe to leave this bed at all while we're in Paris, you are right to say that you will need some more clothes. So, what I need you to do now is to come really quickly so we can get out and go shopping. Do you think you can do that for me?"
"I'm not sure," she teased him. "Shall we try?"