“I love the way you kiss me,” Britt said.
“I love how adorable you are in every way.” He kissed her, gently taking her lip between his and tugging it. “I love how our bodies connect so perfectly, like a puzzle. Whether you’re holding me in your arms, we’re laying down. I love the way I can’t imagine going one day without you.”
Britt smiled as she stared into his eyes. “I love how passionate you are about life.”
“I love you because you make me feel so happy and comfortable when I’m with you.”
She cupped his face. “I love how you complete me.”
“And I love the way you caress my face, so soft and gentle and romantic. I love how you never cease to amaze me and take my breath away.”
> “Oh, Jack.”
The rush of her breath, the parting of her lips to take his tongue, the fist full of his shirt that she clutched...all of it blended together, getting blurry at the edges as she reached for him, for Jack. For the man she’d wanted all these weeks that had seemed like a doomed forever.
Chapter 19
She pulled him down over her on the couch, sinking into the cushions, relishing his weight that pressed her down. Her arms were around him now and she felt such a relief being with him, being close to him again. They kissed for so long that lost all sense of time, all sense of anything but their hands and mouths and tongues and the way they moved together so naturally. For all his protestations about wanting to claim her fiercely, his kisses took their time, building a slow burn into an inferno of need and desire.
Britt tugged at his shirt, pulling it up and off of him. She had the smoothness, the heat of his skin under her hands now and her mouth, as well. She licked his chest, bit his shoulder lightly because she couldn’t resist. When her mouth went to his ear, she whispered. “Please.” She felt the shudder go through him, felt the half a second of stillness before he took her by the hips and stripped her clothes off of her. His fingers pressed into her flesh, marking her as his. Jack’s mouth closed over her nipple, sucking, laving it with his tongue as she twisted beneath him, desperate to capture him between her legs where her heat and wetness throbbed for his entry. Relentlessly, Jack licked her nipples, beading them to an aching hardness so that she jerked and whimpered at the light scrape of his teeth along her tender flesh.
“Let’s try this again,” he said against her mouth with almost a grim tone, kissing his way down her stomach.
He pressed a soft kiss between her legs, sending a shiver through her. Britt’s hands were in his hair, pressing him closer, holding him there, her thighs draped over his shoulders. She spoke his name again, like a talisman she recited as he licked and sucked, at last pushing his fingers inside of her. She started to spasm but she shook her head, pushing his hand away.
“You. All of you. Please,” she rasped and he moved up her body.
She tasted herself on his lips as he kissed her, his tongue in her mouth driving her wild, keeping her right at the edge of pleasure. Panting as his big hands parted her legs, Britt gave a cry of joy, of ecstasy as he filled her with one thrust. She took all of him in, reveling in the pressure, the thickness as he moved in and out of her. Quivering with anticipation, she reached between her legs above where they joined and she rubbed fast and hard in rhythm with his thrusts until she crashed, splintering into a thousand pieces as she came and came around him. He kissed her, swallowing her cries of completion. Her head fell back, her desperation gone.
Jack pulled out of her, rose up above her and sat back. Confused she looked at him questioningly.
“More,” he said simply.
He turned her over onto her knees, her elbows on the couch. Jack set his hands on her hips and she waited, sensitive and trembling for his penetration. Instead she felt his tongue, the long sweep of his tongue licking between her legs in strokes that enticed her, made her jerk and gasp. She had thought she could stand no more, that after the first crushing orgasm she would hold on long enough for him to come, then she could roll onto her side and gather herself, breathe normally and rest. Instead here she was on her knees, his tongue pressed to her sex, laving her mercilessly. She clutched the couch cushion, pushing her hips back against him rhythmically as he took her again. Her inner muscles clenching, the cold rush of pleasure bursting within her. Crying out, she pulled away from him to catch her breath.
He was smiling at her, the wicked man. She kissed him, climbed in his lap. He was still hard, still throbbing and she settled over him, her tender folds parting to take him inside. She rocked against him, never releasing him. Just the push of his cock within her made her nipples harden. He took them in his hands, rubbing, squeezing as he exploded inside of her. She felt the hot liquid rush of his pleasure and it made her gasp. She ground her mouth into his, kissing him as he finished. Jack pulled her against his chest and held her close, nearly crushing her.
Breathless, sweaty, they clung to each other in the aftermath of that intensity.
“Jack,” she said against his lips. “Jack.”
“I love you, Britt. I want to show you. Come to bed with me.”
“Again, after that?” she asked with a nervous laugh.
“Did you hear me? Maybe you need a minute to let the initial shock wear off and let it sink in.”
Did he just say those magic three little words? “What?”
“I can see that you are completely taken off guard, but I said I love you.”
Britt tried to process those wonderful words. He wasn’t trying to get her into bed and it wasn’t said during the throws of passion. Although, it was after the throws of passion.
“This wasn’t said under the influence of organisms, sexual bliss, and drinks, was it?” she asked.
“Absolutely not! I want to make love to you now, soft and slow and show you how much I need you in my life.”
This was coming straight from his heart. The look in his eyes told her everything. Tears welled up in her eyes from all the emotion consuming her. Britt was nervous, excited, and couldn’t even begin to explain the wonderful feeling she felt. She was exploding with happiness. Wow! What a night!