“Ray, shut up.” His mouth came back on mine, the kiss deep and sensual. He trailed his lips along my jaw and down to my clavicle, licking the notch there. Then he moved lower, stringing open-mouthed kisses over the curve of my breast while his fingers flicked and strummed my other nipple—Christ! He dragged his tongue along my sternum, down to my belly button, and sucked on the skin there as if I was a map he enjoyed learning.
He nipped my hip bone. My breathing quickened, my body teeming with a mass of spiraling need, and I squirmed, desperate for more.
He slid his palms along my thighs, pushing my already hiked skirt farther up. His eyes met mine, and at the amusement I saw there, I knew thatheknew what was up with me. How desperate I was for him. But he refused to be rushed.
“Jack,” I growled in warning. I wanted to kill him—no, I couldn’t, I needed my orgasm like I needed air. In the back of my mind, the warmth in his stare undid me. No shadows in his eyes now. Just him, and me.
With just a tap on my thighs, I opened them, mindless with hunger for him. He ran his thumb down my covered core. “You’re so wet…” He slid a finger under the silk, pushed it to one side, and then paused, his eyes trained on my crotch. God! It had slipped my mind that I’d gotten waxed, completely, the other day with Ila after the gown fitting. I’d forgotten, until now.
I wanted to shut my legs, but he kept them parted. He’d clearly meant every word of sightseeing and uncovering me.
“I like it.” He parted me with two fingers and lightly brushed my swollen, sensitive clit. Desire raced through me. He lowered his head and licked every inch of me like I was the most decadent ice cream, before coming back to my neglected, throbbing nub. His warm tongue swiped lightly over my clit, and I jerked. My body tightened, desperate for release, from his mouth, his cock, I didn’t care which. But no matter how much I writhed, the darn fiend kept me in place with a palm on my tummy. He would kill me with that wicked mouth of his.
Then he sucked my aching clit into his mouth.Goddd!I whimpered, my orgasm hiking. I pushed up in his mouth, and soft laughter drifted to me. The rumbly sound adding to my arousal. He slipped a finger into me, then another, and as he thrust in and out, he sucked me with firm pulls. A sharp little nip, and the pressure inside me erupted, hauling me over in a storm of impossible pleasure—a harsh cry tearing free from my throat.
As I came down from my high, Jack continued to lick me lightly. “Nooo.” I grabbed his head, pushing him away from my too-sensitive clit.
He lifted his head, his mouth wet from my arousal, and met my gaze. “Now that was worth the journey.”
Oh, God!I threw my forearm over my burning face.
He moved up and pushed my arm away, eyes glittering like liquid silver. “Don’t hide what you feel from me, Rayen.”
I blinked, fighting for breath as he deftly removed my skirt and underwear. Truth was I didn’t think I could move. Then Jack got off the bed and unfastened his shirt. My gaze skimmed over his inked shoulder and pec to his ripped tummy and the long scar on the left side of his abs from his surfing accident, then settled on the huge bulge in his pants, knowing that would soon be inside me. My core tightened.
The rest of his clothes disappeared along with his black boxer briefs. He reached in his overnight bag and pulled out a strip of condoms, tore one free, and rolled it onto his erection. Then he was back between my legs.
But I pushed him away. “My turn.”
“Christ, Ray. Later. Right now, I want you too damn bad.” His mouth came back on mine. I tasted myself on his tongue as I kissed him. His hand slipped between us, I felt him drag his cock along my wet cleft. Then in one slow, tormenting push, he breached me, stretching and widening as he surged forward.
My breath caught, that incredible sensation sweeping through my body again like wildfire. His arms banded around my waist, Jack moved to his knees, pulling me up to straddle him. My breath tangled in my throat. He was even deeper in this position.
“Ride me, Rayen.”
I rose to my knees, dragging my core up his rigid length, and a groan of pure need escaped him. He gripped my hips as I rode him, letting my clit brush against his rock-hard erection.
Up, down. Harder, faster. As my orgasm gathered momentum, my gaze lowered to where we were joined as I came down on him again, watching his thick, straining cock invading my body. A whimper escaped me. Vaguely aware of Jack’s glittering gaze fixed on me, I rubbed against him, and my body tightened—like lightning, my orgasm broke free. My fingers dug into his back as I fell into a place where only Jack could take me, a sea of immense pleasure.
His hands tightened on my hips, and he drove harder into me, once, twice. Then he stiffened, a half-groan tearing free as he found his own release, the sound incredibly hot and sexy.
His chest heaving, he lowered his head to my chest, then just held me. After a moment or two, as our breathing quieted, Jack looked up and pressed his mouth to mine in a tender kiss. Then he eased out of my body, set me aside, and got off the bed. He headed for the bathroom.
A few minutes later, he came back and handed me a small, damp towel. I immediately put it between my legs and shut my eyes, too satiated to move.
The bed dipped as he sat near me, his warm hand stroking my hip.
Did he not want to lie down? Frowning, I peered at him.
The soft light from the bedside lamp highlighted his sculpted body and tattooed chest—he was all muscled sexiness. But he’d already pulled on a pair of jeans. He handed me a luxurious white dressing gown he’d gotten from the closet. I sat up and gratefully shrugged it on, snuggling into its warmth. Nope, not a fan of air conditioners, or the controlled, colder temperature in the penthouse. I dropped the damp towel to the floor.
“Thanks.” His tone was quiet. He glanced at me sideways, then reached out and smoothed my hair from my brow. “For being here.”
“I’ll always be here for you, Jack.”
His big palm lowered to cup my face, his thumb stroking my lips. I grasped his wrist and pressed a kiss to his hand, then asked, “Why does your grandmother dislike you?”
His head lowered, and his hand on my face tensed. An endless second passed before his piercing gray eyes met mine. “Because I’m like my mother.”
