“Spoilsport.”
She took her bag with her into the bedroom and tried on the dress. She had to take off her bra to wear it, but the dress had its own support. She smoothed it out as she looked in the mirror. It looked terrific. She added the earrings, touched to know he’d bought them for her.
Then she added a pair of blue heels from her closet and knew she’d have to wear this out somewhere soon. Before it grew too cold to be comfortable.
“Okay. Here it is.” She walked into the living room and rounded the couch to face Jack.
He just stared. “You look amazing.”
“Thanks.”
“Twirl around. Let me see the back.”
She felt like a million bucks in the knee-length silky material. The dress flattered her curves while giving her body more oomph. She didn’t feel tiny in it either. She felt like a sexy man-eater. Especially the way Jack looked at her.
With her back to him, she glanced over her shoulder for his reaction.
Jack’s smile was wicked. He scooted forward on the couch and pulled her back by the hips to stand closer to him. Then he ran his hands up her legs.
She shivered. “Jack?”
He reached her waist under the dress and tugged her panties down.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it feel like?” came the low pitched answer.
Her panties continued down her legs and pooled at her feet.
“Step out of them,” he ordered.
She had a hard time breathing past the excitement filling her from head to toe and centering between her legs. “I thought I said no funny business.” She stepped out of the panties and turned to face him.
“Angel, there’s nothing funny about how hard I’m gonna fuck you right now. Does this make you want to laugh?” He thrust a hand between her legs and slid through her arousal. “Hot and wet. My two favorite words.”
She strangled on a laugh that shifted into a moan as he pumped a finger inside her. “Jack…”
“Yes, sweetheart. I’ll make it all better.”
Chapter Twelve
Jack couldn’t think straight as he let her envelop his finger. So hard he could split wood, his cock demanded a taste of what his fingers felt—a warm, tight welcome.
He’d known where this afternoon was heading all damn day. Waking with her this morning had felt more than right. But the true test of where their future was heading had been this afternoon. Shopping with a woman, including any of his exes and even his mother, was normally akin to torture. But being with Ann all day had been nothing but fun. He loved seeing the excitement light up her face when she saw something she liked.
He’d also had a feeling she’d been testing him, trying to pull away from him emotionally. If he hadn’t been so tuned in to the woman, he might have missed it. But he’d noticed and taken steps.
She couldn’t leave him behind. Not now. Now when they’d just started to reconnect. They would learn as they went along, but one thing he’d never take for granted—the heat they generated between them.
He’d only ever felt its like with Ann, and God knew he’d tried to bond with other women since their breakup. But no one had ever gotten to him on both an emotional and physical level like Ann Weaver.
Her breathing grew choppy. She clutched his shoulders and stared down at him while he played with her pussy.
“You feel good, baby.” So good he wanted her to sink over him and ride him until he came. Nothing beat an orgasm buried in that hot little body. He loved her mouth, but her pussy had him in heaven in no time.
That thought in mind, he pushed her dress up, loving the smooth touch of the material, especially how it hugged her soft skin. “Hold this for me,” he ordered.
She gripped the dress, and he focused on her pussy. Widening her stance, he nudged her folds apart and began to kiss her there, satisfied by her low moan. She tasted so sweet, and knowing how much this pleased her gave him a rush like no other.
