“Next time, huh? Let go of my hands, and I’ll take care of it.”
“I’ve got it. I like your hands right where they are.”
“I want to touch you.” She tilted her head and bit his earlobe. “Let me touch you.”
God, that voice. The raw need there echoed his own. His head was spinning. Probably because he wasn’t getting enough air to his lungs. All the oxygen was concentrated in his bloodstream. And all that blood settled in his southern region.
The belt dropped open. Jack yanked at the button of her jeans, pushed at the zipper.
Finally.
He flattened his palm against her warm belly and drew back to watch her face as he slid his hand over her smooth mound, then deep between her legs.
Her head dropped back with a moan. Her fingers curled around his, and her hips rocked against his hand.
“Mmm, you’re wet for me.” He slid his fingers across her opening, wetting the tips, then pushing two fingertips into her heat.
A sound of pleasure hummed in her throat. She pried one of her hands free and slid it around the back of his neck. Her fingernails bit into the skin there, dragging his head to hers. “I love the way you touch me.”
This was all for him. All this desire, all this heat. All just for Jack. He felt like the luckiest bastard on the planet. But he felt something else too. Some kind of indefinable pull. He needed more. Needed connection. He tilted his head and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth, and he echoed her, then broke the kiss so he could watch her as he fingered her to climax.
“You’re so beautiful when you come.”
Her hips rocked to the rhythm of his hand, and Jack used everything he already knew about her body to lift her toward orgasm quickly.
“Oh my God.” Her words were filled with awe, as if she couldn’t understand how she was on the edge of climax in mere minutes. Her free hand fisted his shirt. Her mouth dropped open. “God.”
The orgasm peaked with a sudden and fierce jolt, making her body buck. Jack kept even pressure between her legs, let the first climax ebb before he lightened his touch and stroked her clit with his thumb.
“Fuck.” She came again, her muscles straining, her nails digging into his shoulder.
When the pleasure eased, Miranda opened her eyes. They were liquid chocolate.
Jack shook his head. “Not yet. You’ve got one more in you. Give it a second.”
A dazed kind of realization slid through her eyes, and when her muscles released their grip on his fingers, he started moving again.
“Jesus, Jack.”
Slow and gentle, he pushed her back to the peak and let her linger there until she whimpered. Jack wanted her barriers gone while they were together tonight. Wanted the chance to touch her a little deeper in the hopes of creating a more permanent place for himself inside her memory and, eventually, her heart. He wanted her so addicted, she couldn’t say no when he called. Couldn’t push him away when he got close. Wouldn’t have a reason to resist the trust building between them.
She lifted her hips, searching for release. “Jack.”
“You want to come?”
“Yes.”
“It’s right here.” Jack pushed deeper, hooked his fingers and flicked her G-spot. “Work it, baby.”
She pulled against his shoulder, gaining leverage to rock her hips against the pressure, driving his fingers deeper, rubbing against his palm.
“That’s it. Come and get it.” He watched pleasure and tension flash across her face. Watch the orgasm peak like an incoming wave. Her brow tightened, mouth dropped open, eyes slid closed.
“Yes, fuck…” Her body shuddered, writhed, bucked. She dropped her forehead against his shoulder, her sounds of pleasure muffled by his shirt. Jack let her drift back to earth while he floated on the high of her complete surrender.
He eased his hand from between her legs. Her breathing was ragged, her body limp. He closed his arms around her waist, lifted her off her feet, and carried her to the bed.
She fell back, boneless, and Jack explored her body with his mouth as he slowly stripped her. By the time she was naked, Jack’s need was white-hot. He pushed aside just enough of his own clothing to roll on a condom, then knelt on the bed and pulled Miranda onto his lap.