He wanted more than that. He wanted her body, yes, here and now, but he wanted her, too. All of her. He wanted her open and desperate, aggressive and as turned on as he was. He wanted her eyes to roll back in her head, and he wanted her to stay all damn day in his bed, naked, hot, and willing.
With that in mind, hands still on her ass, he abandoned her breasts, leaving them shiny and wet and Jamie whimpering. He squatted down farther, lifted her thighs a little, and checked out her sex. He’d never dated a redhead before, and the fiery contrast of reddish gold curls against her milky white skin was sexy as hell. There was a coffee-and-cream color beauty mark on her right inner thigh, and when he licked it, sucked it, the flesh around it turned red in the shape of his mouth.
A little shiver went through her, and she shifted, trying to move back onto the bed, away from him. Jack held her tight, abandoning his intention to spread her folds with his fingers and take a nice, long look. He didn’t want her bolting, or going shy. So still maintaining a firm grip on her tight ass, he bent over and buried his tongue in her curls, exploring a little until he found the tight bud of her clit.
Jamie went still, hot little pants escaping her mouth. “Oh, oh, oh,” she said in a half whisper.
Jack sucked, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils and making him hard enough to penetrate steel. When his tongue ventured farther south, he found she was slick, sweet and wet, her folds swollen with want. And when he licked up and down that swollen flesh, she went wetter still. Losing the edge of his control, he dipped his tongue into her hard and fast.
Oh, man, he was dying. He was fucking gone. He’d give up his ten million and then some to have Jamie like this, permanently, saying his name with soft, heated, anguished cries of ecstasy.
Her legs surrounded him, and when she dropped back onto the bed, clutching at the sheets, Jack pressed forward, farther into her. The position spread her even more, and he pulled back to take a look, his thumbs pressing her apart.
“Jack.” She tried to bring her knees together, though she stayed slack on the bed.
“Shh.” He blew on her clit, cool air over her hot flesh. “I’m almost done.”
“Doing what?” Her foot kicked his forearm as she shifted uneasily.
“Appreciating you.” He wanted to stretch the moment out, make this day, this minute last, make Jamie understand that he wanted more. That he saw how far she was from Meredith and how much he respected that.
If Jack did any more appreciating, Jamie was going to flip right off the bed. As it was, she felt like a single flick of his tongue might send her sliding into an orgasm. She was so aroused, so close to the edge, so flustered with all the touching and sucking and licking, that it was only now occurring to her that she’d yet to lay a finger on anything other than his shoulders.
Yet he didn’t seem to mind. He hadn’t been waving it in her face, or doing that arrogant head push toward his crotch thing that Jamie just couldn’t stand. Jack seemed perfectly content to just look at her, to just pleasure her for now.
She was feeling pretty damn pleasured. But a small, insecure part of her couldn’t help but ask, “Do you appreciate me in a social worker kind of way?” She wasn’t even sure what she meant by that, and it surely wasn’t fair to ask him what amounted to a trick question when they were naked.
But Jack just brushed a kiss over her clitoris, causing her to shiver, and the deep ache in her body to spike.
“I appreciate you as a woman, Jamie Lynn. With all your facets and quirks and exquisite dimensions.”
Oh, good God. No man had ever said anything quite like that to her before. Her heart did a trapeze artist flip in her chest. Three somersaults and a free fall.
Before she could think of anything to say in return, Jack kissed her belly, kissed the bottom of her ribs, kissed the tip of each breast.
“I need a condom,” he said softly, pushing up onto his feet and moving to the dresser where he had dropped the foil wrapper on top.
Modesty urged her to close her legs, but the need to see desire on his face warred and won. She liked seeing his eyes rake over her, like she was a juicy treat, worth licking his lips for.
He didn’t disappoint. When he turned, his blue eyes went dark as he rolled the condom on. He made a low growling sound as he studied her. Jamie stared right back, watching his fist palm his penis as the condom sheathed it. He held tighter and longer than was necessary, and she spread her legs farther and wider than the situation called for.
“Come here, Jack,” she said in a husky whisper that pleased the hell out of her. Dang if she didn’t sound sultry.
He crossed the tiny room in two big steps, leaned over her, and gave her a hard kiss that stole her breath.
“I can’t wait, Jamie Lynn.” Already the tip of his erection was aligned with her, teasing and pressing.
Fighting to keep her eyes open, she wrapped her arms around his back, wanting him closer. “I don’t want you to wait.”
“Good.”
Then without warning he was inside her, and the ability to speak left her. Thoughts fled as he filled her, big and hard, covering her body with his everywhere, overwhelming her.
She didn’t even have the breath to groan, but just closed her eyes and swallowed hard as his solid flesh pulsed inside her, sliding along her sensitive and aching body.
“Damn,” he said through gritted teeth.
Forcing her eyes back open, she saw his arms were bulging, his jaw clenched with the strain of holding back. While he held perfectly still, she wiggled. She was so close to climax, on the edge from all that tongue touching he’d done, that she couldn’t lie immobile. She wanted more.
“Jack.” Lifting her heels, she wrapped them around his waist, raised her hips to encourage him to push deeper. “More,” she moaned.
The corner of his lip turned up, and he moved inside her with breathtaking slowness.
“Ahhh,” she said, as her skin tingled and the heat inside built quickly. “More.”
“More,” he agreed, and picked up the pace, slamming into her hard and fast.
Yep, that was good. That was it. There was no holding back, no wish to, nothing but freedom and pleasure, and the promise that this was only the beginning.
As if he could read her thoughts, Jack said fiercely, “This is just getting started, Jamie. Remember that.”
She wasn’t sure if he meant making love, this morning together, or the future, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was right then and there she was with Jack, he was hers, and she was feeling like she never had before.