The Heart (22 page)

“How could I not touch you?” he asked as his fingers found me ready. I writhed beneath him, needing him there... everywhere. His eyes closed on an exhale. When he opened them, all I saw was fire and need. I was already ashes in his hands... conquered, a casualty of his touch before he’d even decided to take me. Every breath I took, every movement I made was only to spur him on. I wanted nothing else but to be branded by him.

With the flick of his wrist, sensation filled me as his thumb circled me and brought me to the brink. I was a slave to his stare, his hand, and anything else he brought into the mix. I was raw desire, and he was my salvation.

“Jack,” I whispered as his lips slowly captured mine, wicked in his teasing.

“I need you more than wet,” he whispered as he brought me to orgasm. I let out a harsh moan that he captured with his mouth. His fingers toyed with me as I held on to his wrist as he drew every ounce of pleasure out of me. Lying beside me, he watched me fall apart at his beckoning. He took his time with me, never letting me go more than a second without his touch, yet leaving me needy at the same time. At his mercy, I willingly gave him whatever he took.

“So beautiful, so perfect. I want these,” he whispered as he sucked on my lips, “wrapped around me.”

I moved to do just that as he pushed his fingers back inside of me and forced my whole body to obey.

Rolling over, he moved on top of me, his eyes locked with mine, and pulled my jeans from me. He appraised me in my underwear as his eyes roamed every inch. The slow smile I’d come to love made an appearance as he pulled down my panties. I sat up with his fingers still inside me, no longer a willing victim of his agonizing pace. He knelled before me, raw, primitive, and slightly curious as I undid the button of his jeans and pulled down his zipper. Against my better judgment, I looked up to him for permission. He simply watched me, his hand between my thighs again, his fingers moving in a pattern of the same sweet torture. I pulled out his erection and froze.

His beautiful dick was massive.

I stroked him with a mix of what I was sure was awe and a little bit of fear. I brushed the tip of him with my finger, brought the drop of salty fluid to my lips, and licked them clean. His body stiffened in reaction as he brushed the inside of me with his fingers and I seized again in ecstasy as another orgasm hit.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“Jack,” I gasped willingly. His eyes hooded with satisfaction.

I gripped his heavy thickness in my hand as the jolt coursed through me and I called out to him again.

I looked up just as he took my hand away from his hard, thick, length and brought it to his lips and kissed it with slow fervor then placed it behind my head as he lay me back down gently. He sat back on his boot heels, his thickness making my mouth water as he reached behind him with one hand and pulled off his shirt. In the sun, Jack looked like a golden god. Every indent of his chest and torso outlined to perfection and washed in rays of gold. My heart hammered in my chest as he continued to undress until he was bared before me.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, unable to contain the truth any longer. He was too far away, and I ached to touch him as he watched me, remaining silent yet saying so much. The air between us was electric and raw. I knew my heart’s pace matched his, just as it had moments ago.

“If you could only see what I see,” he murmured as he placed himself between my thighs, still on his knees, and planted his hands on either side of me as his mouth began to trail kisses up the inside of my leg.

His hot mouth trailed up and I gripped his golden threads as he stopped at my center. He looked up at me just as his kiss descended where I wanted it. Jack licked, sucked, and pulled while his blue eyes burned through me.

“I crave this,” he said as he caressed me smoothly over and over, flattening his tongue as my toes curled. “I need this.”

“Oh...oh God,” I pushed out as I burst in his mouth and he worked his fingers and tongue at a faster pace.

Not letting up, he darted in and out of me until I was nothing but a puddle. I gripped his head and pulled him to me, admiring the flex of his chest and the trim lines of his stomach. He fit perfectly between my legs as he leaned in and kissed me, tasting me, his thick head nudging my entrance.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, tracing my lips with his. “I want you so fucking much, Rose, but I want you sure.”

I reached between us and positioned him at my entrance, no longer willing to wait another second. He braced himself on his forearms and brushed the hair away from my face as he leaned in one last time, eyes closed, and took my lips. When he pulled away, our eyes met. My whole body lurched as he pushed inside of me. Fast gasps left me as I looked up at him with bulging eyes, my hands on his chest.

The second he began to pull away, I stopped him.

“No! Please don’t.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he muffled into my chest.

“Jack, I want this,” I said as I stilled completely, waiting on him while my insides quaked.

After a brief moment, I bit my lip as he pushed in, the burn of his size overpowering. Jack looked down at me and I reached up, gripped his full ass, and pulled him closer.

“Rose,” he pushed out, his voice thick, “don’t. I won’t be able to stop,” he groaned out.

“Yes,” I whispered as he pressed in inch by inch as the burn fled and sensation consumed me. When he was fully seated inside me, we stared at each other, eyes glazed and mouths parted. With his first thrust, I lost myself completely.

“Jack, oh my God, Jack!”

Jack’s mouth collided with mine as we expressed in a kiss what we both felt. We were lost in our connection as Jack pressed in and my eager body gripped him. Sensation overwhelmed us both as we praised each other with lips and hands.

Jack broke from me and looked down to where we connected. I followed his eyes, watching where we were merged so intimately, and was mesmerized. He gently rolled his body, and I spread my legs wider to accommodate him. I gripped his biceps and held on as pleasure filled my every limb, fire and electricity racing through every nerve. His pace still slow, he filled me full as he began to bury the whole of himself to the hilt with each stroke. His head descended as he drew each of my breasts into his mouth for a long leisurely kiss while I gently caressed his arms with my fingernails.

Jack shifted again, and my whole body tensed in submission to the movement of his hips.

“Hold on,” he grunted out as I finally became comfortable enough to wrap my legs around his body. He leaned in, sipped my lips, and pulled back only an inch from my face. Nose to nose he stroked my cheeks with gentle hands as he slowly made love to me.

It wasn’t at all how I pictured it would be. In my mind, I saw raw, sweaty, animal sex.

This was far beyond anything I’d imagined and so much fucking better.

Unable to hold on any longer, just staring at him enough to make my body buckle, I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Jack,” I breathed in warning as he swiveled his hips again, sending me spiraling.

“Come on me, baby.”

Everything shook from head to toe. I let the release overtake me as Jack watched me fall apart around him. Fast breaths, words that had no meaning, all escaped me in the time it lasted. I’d never been so full, so completely... full.

Jack thrust his hands in my hair and brought my neck to his lips as he bit and then gently sucked. I gripped him harder than ever to me as I continued to break with his name on my lips.

Minutes later, he came with my name on his.

I woke up in his arms what seemed like hours later and smiled as I watched him reading my book. His chest still bare, I scanned his body and admired him in his black boxer briefs. Slightly embarrassed about being bare myself, aside from the panties I’d slipped on immediately after we’d had sex. I moved to grab my clothes.

“Don’t you dare. We stay naked in the meadow,” he ordered, waving his hand toward him in a come here gesture, his nose still in the book.

“Are you really reading that?” Instead of an answer, and much to my amusement, he read a line from the book.

“‘For pity’s sake hold your tongue” said Marilla.’”

“Not really your style, is it?” I said as he continued to read to me, ignoring my comment. I moved again to grab my shirt and he snapped, pointing at me in warning. His eyes remained glued to the pages, never breaking dialogue. I slowly moved toward him, and as soon as I was close enough, he yanked me into his open arm. Bared breasted and over it, I looked up at his face, completely enamored, and let my smile through. Feeling comfortable, I listened to Jack read me my favorite story in his deep, soothing voice laced with a hint of Cajun.

I sank into him, content, until minutes later his phone buzzed and his jaw tensed. My eyes widened as I saw the name Seth written across his screen and shot up to grab my jeans.

“He can’t see you, beb,” he tried to reassure me.

“No? Well,” I mumbled through the neck of my shirt, “if he could, we’d both be running naked!”

“Hello,” he answered as I slapped my hands over my mouth to keep my father from hearing me and then fought frantically to work the dress over my ass. “Yeah, I can be there in about...” Jack’s eyebrows rose to me in question as I narrowed mine at him, making a shooing motion with my hands. “Ten minutes,” he said disappointedly. When the call ended, he pulled me into his lap. Jack cradled me as his breath hit my neck and he whispered low in my ear. “Something this perfect will always be ruined by this busy, jealous world. That’s why we have to make the time for the things that are important. That’s why we have to push back.”

I nodded, loving his depth, loving the feel of him around me. “I’m going to take about two full minutes away from the time I promised him to thoroughly kiss you.” His hands roamed over my skin as it became hot to his touch. He tilted my head back as he leaned in. “Because it’s important, and I want it bad enough.” His lips took mine, gently at first, his need pressing in as the seconds passed until it turned into something else entirely. That kiss was gas to a lit fire as we both ignited like the clock wasn’t ticking, like my father wasn’t waiting, like we owned ourselves, our lives, and each other.

When Jack finally pulled away, he grabbed my book.

I shook my head and said, “You can’t. It’s my favorite. I’ve never let anybody borrow it.”

“So you’ll let me,” he said, pulling on his t-shirt with the book in hand.

“You don’t understand. It’s my most prized possession.”

Jack got on his knees as he saw the panic on my face. “Look at me, Rose. Do I look like I would ever want to hurt you?”

Breathless at his stare, I shook my head as I snatched the book out of his hands. He leaned in and kissed me gently as he pried it from my fingers. “You won’t even read it,” I challenged.

“I read
Fifty Shades
,” he admitted freely and without shame.

I burst out laughing as he grinned down at me. “Seriously, you think guys don’t get a little curious about all the fuss? Though reading
Fifty Shades
on a plane to Iceland got me some odd looks.”

I laughed again as he leaned in.

“Go build something,” I said as I kissed him one last time without a care in the world.

It was only when Jack walked away that I remembered my heart already had a home.

Two days...two fucking days.

She wasn’t sure.

And I was starving for more of her. Making love to that woman had shifted everything inside me. She’d needed something. I could feel it in her body, in her touch. I could clearly see it in her eyes. And I wanted to be that something. I’d wanted it so badly. Her silence was both overwhelming and deafening. It told me what she needed hadn’t been me or my touch. Fuck if I hadn’t known the second I sank inside her that I’d been right to wait because I knew how much I’d feel it. And I did.

And she felt it, too.

Sex changes some things, but unbelievable sex changes every-fucking-thing. Men who deny that are either liars or cowards.

Pounding away at particleboard, I looked to the entrance doors of the center every few minutes in vain. She was hiding, and I knew that, too. Even as I fumed, nothing in me told me what we did was a mistake. I was already on fire for her and having her body the way I did just gave it a gust of wind. And I’d gladly stay burning in a constant inferno for just another taste of her.