He opened the door and, ignoring my glower, he scooped me up and out of the car. “Jack!” I squeaked, flinging my arms around his neck.
“Now, that’s much better.” He nuzzled my jaw as he carried me indoors, all the way up to his third-floor room. And he didn’t even break a sweat.
“You know someone could have seen us?”
“Don’t care.” He elbowed his slightly ajar door open and walked inside.
Wilbur lay on the low windowsill in the late-noon sunshine. His torn ear twitching, he sent us a lazy glance.
“Hey, Wils, excuse us, but I have some serious catching up to do with my wife. You can go or stay—but no distractions if it’s the latter.” Jack shut the door with his foot and lowered me to my feet. I smoothed my hands over my gown.
He started to unbutton his shirt. “By the way, I owe you a honeymoon, so I’m thinking the Maldives for two weeks, and a stopover at Cape Town for a few days. You have a passport?”
“No,” I croaked, too shocked to say anything else.
“Okay, we’ll get that sorted out on Monday, then we’ll go on our honeymoon after.”
“We will?”
His fingers stilled on his shirt. “Why do you still doubt me? I don’t say things I don’t mean.”
I shook my head quickly. “I know, it’s just that after everything that’s happened, this peace seems so surreal.”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll irritate you soon enough to bring you back to reality,” he drawled.
“Yes, probably.” I hid my smile as I reached for my side and unzipped the dress.
“See? She agrees with me,” he complained to Wilbur. The cat gave him a flick of his tail and went back to dozing.
Unable to suppress my mirth, my laughter broke free, and Jack turned. The playfulness faded from his eyes, replaced by intense longing and desire. My knees trembled, my heart pounded. He could do that to me with just a look.
Aware of what I wore under my dress, my surprise for him,Islowly peeled the satin off my body, revealing the sheer, black lace, push-up bra and lacy garter that held up my stockings. I stepped from my dress and dropped it on the padded bed-bench.
Jack forgot the shirt he’d been unbuttoning and didn’t blink for several seconds as if he’d lost his speech. Then he strolled up to me and walked around to my back. I was all too aware of the thongnotcovering my backside. It wasn’t underwear I cared for or wore often, not when it crept into my ass, and I had to keep pulling the damn thing out. Being a guy, I figured it would turn him on.
A sharp inhale. “Fuck, Ray, you take my breath away. Every time.”
He trailed his warm fingers from my nape down my spine, and goosebumps skated over my skin. Then his lips followed the same path in a heated trail, and my knees turned to Jello. He unhooked my bra and tossed it onto the bed, then his hands slipped around me, and he cupped my breasts, gently shaping and squeezing them.
“I missed you so damn much,” he groaned, sucking on my shoulder, his clothes, his warmth a sensual brush against my sensitive skin. He shifted and lowered to his haunches behind me. His hands gripped my hips, his lips gliding against my butt cheek, the sensation making me ache. Then he bit my butt cheek.
“Jack!” I squeaked, trying to get away, but he held me, clamped to the spot. I glanced back and glowered at him.
“What?” His brow quirked, that sensual, tormenting, up-to-no-good smile on his lips. “I love your sexy ass, so I wanted to taste it.” He covered the sting with his warm mouth, sucking on my flesh.
God. I bit back a moan as he slipped his fingers between my thighs and stroked my silk-covered cleft, sending my mind reeling. Another bite on my bottom and a firm suck followed, his fingers lightly rubbing my clit. Oh, God.
Somewhere in the sensual storm, I became aware that my heels had disappeared. Jack unhooked one stocking and leisurely peeled it off in a slow caress. The other soon followed, equally slow and tormenting. Christ. Gently, he pushed me forward, and I fell onto the bed. I crawled to my knees, but he held me down with his palm on my lower spine, leaving my butt in the air.
My mind was a haze of need as he slid my thong to the side, and his mouth covered my core, his tongue unerringly finding my clit. He worked the bundle of nerves with light flicks and firm pulls, drawing me higher and higher, closer to the edge, then he slid a finger inside me, teasing and tormenting me. My orgasm teetered on the edge.
I wanted to kill him.
“Jack,” I groaned into the covers. “It’s been too damn long, stop taunting me. In me, now!”
“Yes, Mrs. Griffin.” I heard the smile in his voice.
Wretched man. God, I loved him.
