He unsnapped the button on his jeans and winked. “It gets better.”
Oh, she could only imagine.
“And seeing you standing there like that has reminded me I’m supposed to be giving you raw, not comic relief.”
“Taking your pants off is comedy?”
He stopped unzipping and laughed. “No, that’s not what I meant. I was talking about the piggyback ride.”
Then he yanked his jeans off and came toward her in his boxer briefs, the laughter replaced by a cocky grin. “I’ll show you that taking my pants off is no laughing matter.”
Jamie chanced a glance south, but there was no time to see anything before he took her forearms and tumbled her onto the white duvet cover. Suddenly she was looking at the ceiling.
Whoa. Very efficient.
He kissed her with an intensity that had her breathing hard and easing her legs apart, wanting closer contact with him. His erection was along her thigh, thick and enticing, while his tongue moved with determined thrusts. The duvet was soft beneath her, the room cool and crisp from the air-conditioning.
Jamie held on to his smooth back, loving the way he felt, the way he touched her with determination, reverence, desire.
Jack pulled back. “These have got to go.” His finger moved around on the button of her jeans, brushing between the waistband and her skin until she thought she might scream with impatience.
“Good idea.”
The button came unsnapped, the zipper went down, and Jack’s hand slipped inside, gliding over her and coming to rest precisely where she had hoped he would. She fought the urge to squirm, but couldn’t contain a groan when his thumb started to move up and down, stroking through the lace of her panties.
Her eyes rolled back, and she gave a heartfelt moan of encouragement.
Jack removed his hand and yanked hard on her jeans, obviously intending to pull them down and off.
They didn’t move an inch.
She opened her eyes and found Jack over top of her, frowning, as he tried to make the jeans budge. He was pulling so hard that she was bouncing up and down on the bed. A giggle escaped her mouth.
“I thought they were a little tight when I put them on.”
He stopped tugging and smiled at her, the same smile that was responsible for her pants being pulled off in the first place.
“I’ll get them.”
Jack stuck his fingers on either side of the waistband and yanked. They gave as far as her hip bones, then resisted again.
She bit her lip and giggled once more. “I can do it.”
“No, no, I’ve got them.” He gave a few more futile tugs.
“Jack, I think I’m going to have to sit up and do it.” That was better than the alternative, which was sticking her butt up in the air and shoving for all she was worth.
This was what she got for trying to be sexy.
Jack looked like he wanted to keep at it until he succeeded, but he lifted his hands. “Okay, you do it.”
By the time Jamie was up on the bed on her knees, Jack had sat down and eased his boxer briefs off. She paused with her hands on her waistband and gaped at him.
Mercy.
She had never seen anything like that before.
Maybe the men she had been dating were short on more than cash.
Trying not to drool, Jamie started working her jeans down, wiggling and rocking back and forth.
Jack groaned. “You have no idea what you look like, do you?”
Startled, she stopped with her pants at the knees. She had been so busy gawking at him, she hadn’t thought about how all that movement would look from his point of view. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He clenched his fists. “I’ve just had a fantasy come true.”
While she finished the job, and hastily undid her sandals and let them fall to the floor, Jack opened the dresser drawer and came back with a condom.
“Next time, just leave the shoes on,” he said, bending over to give her a kiss.
Jamie was just reacting to it, sighing with pleasure, when he was already pulling back. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, and he dropped to his knees on the rug, between her legs, face level with her breasts. She shivered, from cold, from anticipation, from embarrassment, she wasn’t sure. There was a definite blush crawling up her neck, flooding her face with heat and making her shift a little uneasily.
It was seven in the morning and she was naked with an equally naked man between her legs. Not her usual Saturday wake-up routine. Trying not to hunch her shoulders over, she touched his shoulders to have something to do with her hands as he stared at her, inspected every visible inch of her body. Feeling exposed, yet desperately excited, she let him see her, study her, knowing that there would be only one first time between them.
Let him draw it out as long as he wanted.
Chapter 6
Hands on her knees, Jack finished off the few inches between them and flicked his tongue across Jamie’s nipple. He honestly felt speechless when faced with the grandeur of her breasts. Works of art. Tantalizing toys. They were both, and he could not believe his luck that he got to hang out with them. Touch them.
Mouth around her nipple, he closed his eyes. Taste them. Oh, hell yeah, he was one lucky guy. The nipple beaded in his mouth, firmed and ripened for him as he rolled his tongue over the taut surface. Jamie’s fingers dug farther into his shoulders, her hair brushing over his face, getting between him and her flesh until he twitched it to the side.
Her skin was pale, translucent, with a dusting of freckles across her chest and shoulders. She had a lush, curvy shape, and when his hand brushed down over her stomach, it curved slightly out instead of in. He liked the way she felt, soft and feminine, like he could pet and touch and stroke and never find one spot on her body that was like his, would never find anything hard and inflexible about Jamie.
As he sucked her nipple, licked the underswell of her breast, and moved to the other, Jack wedged closer between her legs, forcing her thighs apart, until his ribs came in contact with her soft down hair brushing over him. She made a sound in the back of her throat, a quick inhalation of air, that had his body throbbing in anticipation.
Yet he wasn’t ready, wasn’t done tasting and teasing, and as he continued to suck and pull on her dusky rose nipple, he ran his thumbs along the outside of her naked thighs. Down around to the tip of her backside, dangling over the edge of his bed. He stroked over her cheeks, skirting forward, back, forward again, avoiding the juncture of her thighs, desire thick in his mouth.
Her legs started to shift restlessly, her nails sinking even farther into the muscle in his back. Both their breathing quickened, and her head went left and right, tipped back when he glanced up at her. The creamy expanse of her neck, the sight of her teeth buried in her bottom lip, sent a jolt through him, and he let his own teeth sink into her nipple. Jamie moaned, and Jack squeezed her ass, gripping it hard as he fought the urge to stand up and plunge into her.