His chest pressed against her with each thrust, and she squeezed her legs around him, so close to skittering off the edge that she could only lie still and gasp, her eyes half closed, waiting for it to rip over her.
“Look at me,” Jack commanded.
She forced herself to focus on his face, a thin sheen of sweat glistening over his forehead, his breath hot and fast on her cheek. Reflected in his eyes was the same wonder, passion, and exhilaration that she knew was in hers. “Jack?”
“Jamie.” Jack crashed to a halt, his erection throbbing inside her. After a quick pause, he pulled back and said, “Come with me.”
She tried to answer, tried to force a yes past her lips, but he took her breath away when he pushed deep inside her with a move that she felt all the way to her toes. Her inner muscles contracted in a happy dance, and nothing came out of her mouth but a deep moan as she gave up and let herself be dragged away.
Their eyes held as they climaxed together, and Jamie saw clearly that it was true. Beckwith had been right about at least one thing. As they locked gazes and gave each other that ultimate pleasure, Jack’s blue eyes sank into hers, and he touched her soul.
Not to mention her G-spot. He was hitting that dead on.
And no man had ever touched either of those private places.
Two hours later, Jack told himself to take it slow this time.
If shoving his tongue down her throat and gripping her breasts like they’d float off without his hands acting as gravity could be considered taking it slow.
With a hell of a lot of effort, he pulled back.
He shouldn’t want her again like this so soon—should give the poor girl a break. He had told himself they would eat an early brunch together, then he’d take her home, let her sleep for a few hours. Catch a few winks himself.
But that was all before Jamie had sat down diagonally from him at the table and proceeded to eat Chinese noodles in the most erotic manner he’d ever seen in his life. All that sucking and tugging and licking had him shifting in his chair, barely tasting his own food.
And when she had closed her eyes in ecstasy over a spoonful of Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food ice cream, he had lost it.
He’d attacked her again.
Jamie was breathing hard, her eyes wide, curls tumbling all over the place as she held her spoon slackly and stared up at him. She was wearing his T-shirt, which hung loose everywhere except her chest, her breasts straining against the cotton. The red cashmere blanket from his bed was cuddled around her legs.
She looked like such a nice girl, but the way she licked that spoon screamed naughty, naughty things to him.
“If you wanted a taste of my ice cream, all you had to do was ask,” she said, eyes wide in mock innocence.
“Very funny.”
Her chest jiggled as she laughed. Since his hand had barely moved back an inch, he was able to reach out and enjoy the movement. Give her nipple a little pinch.
The sound she made was a cross between a whimper and a squeak. He took it as a good thing.
“Jamie,” he said, trying to find some way to express himself beyond his obvious drooling in her presence. “I want you again.”
Okay, that was a stupid thing to say. Like she couldn’t figure out where he was going with the tongue diving. But his brain was like mud. And he didn’t know any poetry, which seemed appropriate to the occasion.
Yet despite his lame attempts at seduction, she did the most amazing thing.
She stood up, blanket around her waist, ice cream abandoned, and said, “Take me again. Please.”
Oh, yeah. Jack stood up, sending his own chair crashing to the floor. He leaned forward and kissed her hard, trying to stay in control. It didn’t work. Control no longer existed in his vocabulary. Just scratched right out. Gone. Especially when she kissed him back, her fingers moving over the front of his shorts.
As she found his cock and gave him a squeeze, he reflected that this felt so damn right. That this could be something damn special. That maybe Jamie was exactly the kind of woman who could help him make sense out of his life, give him a quiet place to rest where he wasn’t competing with someone or something, where he wasn’t bored and restless.
“Share your ice cream with me,” he murmured, nipping at her ear.
“I’d be happy to. I have plenty,” she whispered.
Jack wasn’t talking about dessert, and he didn’t think Jamie was either. He knew he was going to take her again, right here in this chair. Knew he was going to carry her to his bed and keep her there all day. Knew that if she was agreeable, he’d have her back in his bed that night for another round of naked hide-and-seek.
The base of her palm was moving up and down on him as he kissed her neck. She smelled so good, tasted so delicious that he wanted to lap her up. They were way too far apart, the corner of the table preventing full body contact.
Jack stepped around the table, holding a hand out for her. “Come here.” He was well aware that he had burst out of his boxers and was reaching for the sky. An urgent desperation had him stalking her when she didn’t immediately come forward.
He was probably acting like an ass, but blame it on the noodles. All that slurping and sucking and licking. His reaction was only natural.
One of the things he appreciated about Jamie was her exuberance, her cheerfulness. She displayed those wonderful qualities by giving him a nervous, but excited smile and peeling her panties down her legs. As she dropped them on her chair with a half turn, Jack got a blissful shot of Jamie’s backside, before she straightened back up.
“Thought those might get in the way of the taking.”
“Smart woman,” he managed to spit out in a growl before he erased the space between them and slammed her body against his.
Jamie barely had a second to enjoy the shocked arousal on Jack’s face before he had her pressed against him, his one hand cupping her backside, the other caressing across her bottom lip.
Then he pushed a finger into her mouth at the same time he used his other hand to slip two fingers inside her. He moved them all with the same rhythm, a hot push, mimicking sex, her cheeks sucking in automatically, tongue flickering over his flesh. It was invasive, erotic, the press of his index finger into her mouth. There was no taste, just hard flesh pressing into hot moisture, an echo of what was happening between her legs.
Plunge and stroke, here and there, until Jamie moved her head, shifted her hips, wiggling in ecstasy, wanting more, wanting away, wanting fingers gone and Jack’s cock to replace them. In her mouth and between her legs.
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, was desperate…then he touched her sensitive nipple with a nice long lave with his tongue. She broke, biting down on his finger reflexively as she came with a hard spasm.