It was the sexiest, most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Focusing forward, he picked up the pace, gave a little suck on her clitoris, and held her tight when she broke in an explosive climax.
She moaned, she pinched his shoulders, she jerked backward, but Jack held on and drew out her pleasure even after she started pushing him away.
It was amazing. She was amazing. And for the first time, he felt as though he understood. That when you love a woman, your pleasure builds from hers.
Jack pulled back and wiped his mouth. He glanced up at Jamie as she shook her head and blinked. She looked dazed and delirious with pleasure.
Just right.
“Now we can go to the bedroom,” he said.
“Oh, mercy,” was her response.
Jamie tumbled down onto the bed, body flushed with pleasure, inner thighs still tingling. The all white bed appealed to her in its crispness, its stark contrast against the dark paneled walls.
“It looks like a ship cabin in here,” she murmured, pulling a stray hair off her lip as she settled her head on a fluffy down pillow, using a second one to cover her naked body.
Jack was stripping his pants off in front of her, his erection springing up. “Ahoy, matey,” he said, making her laugh.
He could look so serious when he said things like that—he was deadpan, subtle, where she was always so obvious. She liked that about him.
She loved him. So, so much.
“Come to bed, Jack.”
“In a sec.” He leaned over the chair, giving her a good shot of tight buns. He stood back up, a condom wrapper in his hand. “Do that again.”
“What?”
“That look.” His voice thickened. “The one that says, Get over here because I want you and love you.”
“That one’s easy to do.” Her heart was thudding, her nipples hardening as new desire sprang to life. For the first time ever in her life, Jamie felt sultry. Powerful in her sexuality. “But I don’t want you to get tired of it.”
“Never.” Jack met her gaze with a hot, hungry one. “Tell me again how you feel about me.”
Jamie swallowed back the thick arousal that crowded her mouth, made her tongue swollen. She dragged the pillow off of her body and dropped it to the side. Licking her lips, chest rising and falling rapidly, she dragged in a breath. She was turned on and shocked at herself, but she felt confident. “I love you, Jack.”
It was so easy to say that, to mean it.
“I love you, too. God, I can’t believe how much.”
Hands on the bed, he slid over her, covering her with his hard, warm body. “You feel good.”
Jamie sighed, content from her orgasm, from being with Jack like this. “The wedding was very lovely.”
“Mm-hmm.” He nuzzled in her neck, rubbing his lips over her flesh.
“Caroline seemed so happy.” Jamie wrapped her arms around his back, caressing him down toward his waist. His skin was hot, hard, his muscles tightening and relaxing as he moved over her, suckling her breasts. Jack was built, more than she would have expected for his lean frame, but he sported well-defined muscles that rippled when he moved. And it pleased her as she lay there stroking him.
“Yep.”
“You looked very handsome in your tux.” Jamie crossed her feet at her ankles, feeling warm and cozy and only a minute or two from falling asleep.
Jack bit her nipple.
“Ouch! Dang, that hurts.” It did, but it also was arousing. Sleep thoughts fled as Jack reached down and grabbed her ankle.
He uncrossed it. Spread her. “Don’t close your legs to me.”
Liquid heat pooled between her thighs as cool air swept over her warm skin. He was giving her that intense look again—that teasing, yet I really mean it kind of look. It was dark and a little dangerous, his hand still on her ankle.
“I’m always open to you,” she told him. “Unless you give me reason to close myself off.”
This was her leaping off into trust, and he had to meet her there, or she wasn’t sure she could take the risk.
“I promise to not screw this up.” He stroked her ankle, up the back of her calf. “Thank you, Jamie. For everything. For you.”
His lips followed his fingers, tracing the outline of her daisy-chain tattoo, then continued in a sensual climb from ankle, to calf, to the back of her knee and beyond. To the tight trembling flesh of her thighs, and the creamy wet center of her body. She shouldn’t let him pleasure her again, she shouldn’t be so selfish and take another orgasm before he’d had his first, but he was so talented, the way he stroked and plucked at her.
It was like drinking too much wine. Her head swam, her voice was too loud, and her body moved with a languid lurching as she lay there, thoughts scattered. Fingers clutching the pillow she had abandoned earlier, Jamie cried out when the hard thickness of his tongue pushed into her.
“No.” She tried to wiggle away, desperately turned on, wanting more than his tongue.
“No?” He looked at her, then gave a flick of his tongue just to torture her. “You don’t like it?”
“I like it too much.” She pulled back her hips, tried to slide up the bed away from him. She knew those prickling pulsing sensations vibrating around her inner thighs. One more lick and she was going to explode.
“Ah. So you want cock instead, is that it?”
Jamie flushed. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. She wasn’t a prude, she wasn’t inexperienced, but she wasn’t used to Jack’s aggression either. Jamie had always dated men who were solicitous and nonconfrontational. They weren’t into discussing what they were doing; they just quietly went about their business, efficiently getting things where they needed to go.
Men who thought she was sweet and a bit dull. Men who loved her and left her, because she would never be exciting. Never be anything more than maternal.
“I can be gentle. I can be loving, Jamie.” He covered her with his body, heavy and hard.
With one hand, he spread her folds apart, stroked her with the tip of his erection. She moaned, her legs jerking in reflex as her clitoris spasmed in pleasure.
“But it will always be raw with me. That’s something I can’t help. Because to me you’re Venus, a total goddess.” And he shoved inside her.
Oh, dang it. Jamie tensed everywhere, holding on to him, feeling that deep, intense rush of ecstasy as he filled her. He stroked in her, then again, with delicious thoroughness, before pulling completely out.
“Just a little tease,” he murmured when she cried out in disappointment.