Jack kissed her, never releasing her hands from his. She pulled him toward the bedroom, but he stood stubbornly still, nipping at her lips and licking the roof of her mouth as she trembled. Britt pressed her chest against his, feeling his hardness against her stomach and rubbing against him. At last he dropped her hands and grasped her hips, dragging her against him so she could feel the fullness of his arousal. She made a humming sound in her throat without meaning to as the excitement rose to fever pitch. Mirroring him, she held his hips, her hands sliding around to grip the muscled curve of his ass. With a shiver, she imagined his thrusts, imagined digging her fingertips into his backside, urging him on as he drove into her, strong and relentless. His mouth was on her neck, blazing a path down between her breasts. He bent her back over his arm and took one nipple in his mouth, making quick work of reducing her to moans with his tongue and teeth.
Jack pulled her leg around his hips, his thigh pressing between her legs, rubbing against her needy wetness. Returning his mouth to hers, he tugged at her ponytail holder.
“I want your hair down,” he breathed and she nodded as he released her hair and it fell loose along her bare shoulders.
“I want you to take me to bed,” she insisted.
“What if that’s too far away?” he asked with a wicked grin.
Jack scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the couch. She sank into the soft cushions and held up her arms immediately, beckoning to him. She frowned when he left her there to rummage in his jeans. He came back with a condom, and she was so excited she could hardly wait for him to put it on. Britt reached for him, eager, impatient.
“Please. Now,” she said, looking in his eyes and surprised by the intensity there, the focus.
“Not yet,” he said, rubbing his lips against hers teasingly. “We’ve got all night.”
Chapter 5
He knelt on the couch above her and drew her up to her knees to meet him. Jack wrapped his arms around her, holding her, kissing her lips as their whole bodies pressed together. Shuddering with bliss, Britt wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back with passion. She wasn’t used to being held during sex, or indeed at all. It was romantic, affectionate—confusing and addicting. She pulled back and kissed his cheek impulsively.
“What was that for?”
“For being so nice,” she said.
“Nice isn’t good enough. I’ll just have to try harder,” he said mischievously, sliding his hands down her sides and feeling her shiver.
“You’re more than good enough, Jack,” she said earnestly.
“I want this to be the best you’ve ever had,” he said, kissing her lightly, looking in her eyes.
“You already are,” she admitted with a small sound that might have been a sob.
“Really?” he asked. “Because I can do so much better if you’ll give me the chance.”
Nudging her lips open, he teased her tongue into his mouth and sensuously stroked his tongue against hers, seeming to mate with her mouth. It was so intimate that she wrapped her arms around him more tightly, wanting everything. Wanting to be held by him, be kissed by him, to be made love to so thoroughly that she lost herself in him completely. She felt oddly emotional, felt close to him somehow, not just physically.
Jack eased her down onto the couch facing him.
“I don’t want to miss anything. I want to see your face,” he said softly against her mouth. He brushed his lips against hers, a tender, sensuous prelude.
His fingers trailed down her body. He caught her leg behind the knee and hooked it over his hips. Then he fell to rubbing her lower back, stroking her backside. He slipped his hand between her legs, his fingers teasing at her slit as she writhed for more. Pressing one long finger inside, stroking her, he felt her start to contract around him, flutters of pleasure starting already. He withdrew his finger and set his cock at her opening. Kissing her forehead, her lips, he whispered.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she said and kissed him back.
Jack took her hips and expertly rolled her on top of him, thrusting up into her, settling her on his cock.
“Oh!” she gasped, her hands on his chest.
The sprinkling of hair on his chest prickled her sensitized palms. She felt him everywhere on her skin, inside of her.
Britt was still for a moment, just feeling him, stretching around him, gripping him with her inner muscles, watching his face. His lips were drawn back over his perfect, even teeth, the strain of control evident in his expression. He wanted to pump into her, thrust long and deep, but he held still, waiting for her to be ready. Slowly, tentatively, Britt rose up, a little sound bubbling up from her throat as she sank down over him to take more and more of his length inside of her.
The pressure made her gasp, rocking down for more even as he took her breath away. She wanted to hold out, to keep riding him, but the relentless thrusts rubbed against that place inside her that made her go all dizzy and start to shudder. Before she could stop it, she was coming around him, her inner muscles clamping down, seizing him as she grazed his chest with her nails. He took her face in his hand and pulled her down to kiss her as he pressed in deeper. Guiding her hips up and down, he led her until she finished him. He arched his back, pumping inside of her wildly. She felt him crash back to earth with a hoarse cry. He rolled her back onto her side and crushed her in his arms, holding her fast.
Jack held her, her head cradled in the curve of his neck, her fingertips pressing against his chest where his heart beat wildly. Britt tried not to cry. She coughed to cover a sob she couldn’t suppress. Something about the way he had touched her, the way his first instinct after his climax was to hold her in his arms had moved her. She tasted bitter salt tears in her throat and shook her head to clear her vision. She wanted to get up, go shower, get some proper sleep by herself. Kevin at least had never lingered after sex. He had known to say he’d call her the next day and then leave with the greatest possible haste.
Jack simply stayed. He stretched out on his back with his arms behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. She heard his breathing slow down. He reached for her hand and held it without looking over at her. At last, a smile played along her lips, and she shut her eyes.