She’d do that. First, though, she followed his lead, pulling her pajama top over her own head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, not to bed, so the girls were just right there. Hanging out with them.
The appreciation in Jack’s expression made everything right in her world.
He shucked his pants, and apparently had no problem with nudity or multiple performances in a day because he was ready and willing.
He knelt beside her, kissed her, and laid her back on the mat. His mouth didn’t leave hers—thank goodness—as his erection pressed the cloth between her legs.
Damn. She should’ve ditched the sleep shorts, too.
Though the way the friction against the center of her pressed her to the mat was really delicious.
She swallowed a low moan, because she had to be quiet. Jack seemed to understand what she needed, because he kissed the moans away, muffling them with his mouth.
“Do you want to move to the bed?” he asked, nipping along her jawline.
“I kinda like this,” she said as the length of him nudged against the cotton between her legs. “Strike that. I really like this.”
He chuckled, low and rumbly, his hand moving to stroke the side of her breast. “I really like this, too.”
April had likely made a whole slew of expressions over the time she’d been sexually active with her partners. But she couldn’t recall a time she spent the whole encounter with a silly grin on her face.
But that’s exactly what it was like there on her bedroom floor, with Jack.
He handled the condom, while she pulled off her pajama bottoms. After that, things got frantic. Hands and tongues and, yes, she licked his abs right up to his nipple.
He didn’t seem to mind the licking thing because he repaid the favor. Twice. Before he laid her back on the mat and slid between her parted thighs.
The sound he made deep down in his throat radiated through her, but he kept his lips sealed tight.
“Like that,” she said, pulling him tighter against her, letting each of his thrusts unwind her spooled muscles.
Technically, this was missionary position and she was naturally averse to that position, given…everything. But with Jack, she smiled.
He looped his hands behind her back, pulling her up against his chest in one smooth motion, settling her in his lap in a reverse lotus pose she… Oh, yes…she liked this. She’d never had a man so deep inside her.
And they’d done the pillow thing earlier. So that was saying something.
“Jack.” She gasped his name, then pressed her mouth against his shoulder because he’d just introduced her to her very favorite sexual position ever. They didn’t even need a sex pillow in the future, not with this pose. Not to have him seated so deep inside her she couldn’t quite tell where he ended and where she started. In a good way. A tantric experience kind of way.
“Shhh,” he said against her earlobe as he continued thrusting. “I’ve got you.”
“I’m there,” she whispered back, the noises coming from the back of her throat sounding like a growl as her body tensed around his, milking him and shaking. She pressed her mouth against his shoulder so she wouldn’t cry out as her body tensed again and again.
That’s when he laid her back against the mat as she leveled her breathing. Coming down from the pinnacle of pleasure.
Instead of hurrying up so he could get his part over with and get to sleep, he seemed to savor her body. Studying her as he moved in and out, like he had all the time in the world to spend there. Building her up again in a way she wasn’t sure possible before that moment.
The next time she reached that elusive spot where stars danced behind her eyelids and her body clenched and fluttered, he came, too.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“We’re off like a herd of turtles.”
—Julie Rowe
Jack
Jack had already responded to twenty emails that had come in overnight as he took the steps two at a time toward the kitchen.
