Chapter4
Jack indulgedin the libido pulling him to Lola like a tractor. From the moment she told him when to do it, he sabotaged his own desire, delayed his pleasure. All to show her he was not some boy toy from Hollywood Hills like Tokyo or Beijing or whatever the fuck his name was. He took orders from noone.
He claimed her mouth as he wanted from the beginning, with intensive fury. And damn the woman, she matched the strong strokes of his tongue, the nibbling of his teeth—her fingernails dug into his hair, grabbing him close.
A series of soft moans sliced the air, and the responsiveness in her voice made his blood as thick as a rodeorope.
He wanted to touch her, to feel her, but not on the top of a kitchen table. Lifting her, he held her close, and enjoyed the way her legs clenched around him. Without disengaging the kiss, he carried her in his arms, and headed for the stairs. Lola’s hands left his hair and slid down his chest, over sensitizing him anywhere they touched.
Panting, she broke away from his lips and kissed his neck, then glided her tongue over his heated skin. Closing his eyes, he nearly lost his balance between the steps, his legs shifting from one side to the other, a light sway that could have been worse mid-way up the staircase. Her carefree giggle brought him undone.
He placed her on the rail, her upper body supported by the brick wall. Groaning, he zipped down and plunged himself insideher.
With a gasp, she nipped his neck harder, the graze of her teeth sharp against his skin. He turned his face away from her, and tipped her chin to get a glimpse of her expression. Gleams of bright light sparked in the darkness of her partly opened espresso eyes. She grasped the rails below her hips, and he withdrew himself from her, only to return to her slick walls with a powerful thrust.
Her inner muscles clenched around his length, and he didn’t move for a second, knowing if he did, all was lost. He’d be lost. She arched her body toward him, and, ignoring his unspoken message to stay still, wrapped him closer with her legs. No. Again, she wanted to dictate the pace. He couldn’t let her win, not when she’d won so much already. More than she’d ever realize.
Determined not to let her run the show, he pulled his cock almost all the way out, and her frustrated sigh egged him on. He caught a whiff of her musky scent and rammed hard intoher.
Adrenaline pumped in his veins, and her orgasm ripped his remaining reluctance into shreds. Desire and resentment fused into one last plunge. With a loud groan, he succumbed to the spasms riding fiercely through his body, but he refused to call her name as he came insideher.
An immeasurable amount of time flew by as they recovered from their lovemaking. His knees itched to buckle, the aftereffect leaving him weak. The energy that bombarded him earlier faded. He gazed at her, beautiful with her eyes still semi-closed and breathless. He lifted his left hand and swept the damp hair away from her sweat-slicked face. The pragmatic action turned into a lingering caress. His fingers outlined her nose, cheeks, and chin as if his body had a more accurate instinct than his own, wanting to store the memory of her in his skin, his bone, hisgut.
He dropped his hand to his side. The grip of her legs around him loosened, and he carefully let go of her. Her high heels knocked the timber floor, and she straightened her posture. She quirked her lips up, and the coy smile didn’t resemble the others he’d seen over the past couple of days. Challenging. Confident.
“Some things never change,” she said. “Making it to the bedroom in time was never our strongsuit.”
The lightness in her tone made him uncomfortable. A cold knot tied his stomach. Did she always react with such casualness after sex nowadays? Thinking about the men she’d slept with after their separation brought an unwanted, familiar taste of bile to his throat.
“Do you blame me for what just happened?” she asked.
“No,” he muttered. I blame my two year sex abstinence. Stepping away from her, he started to button his shirt. “It’s like you once said, we’re good at fighting and fucking.” The words, from a much darker time, exited his mouth before he rationalizedthem.
The contours of her face hardened, and the coy smile evaporated as she pressed her lips together and gave a light shake of her head. Within a couple of seconds, the woman he was accustomed to returned, raised her eyebrow and gave him a pout. “I trust you to bring out the happy memories at the most convenient times,” she said, overly formal, like she did whenever she fumed inside.
“I guess some things never change.”
“Good.” She turned around and climbed the rest of the steps, and he watched her leave. He curled and uncurled his hands to keep them from reaching out toher.
Lola had no right to be mad at him. Unlike her, he sucked at turning sex into a sophisticated escapade, and downplaying it. She should hate him, and by all counts, he should continue on hating her. Hating her was how he’d stopped lovingher.
But how in the hell would he stop wantingher?
Lola peakedher nose out of her bedroom. She glanced to the right then the left, and saw the door to Jack’s bedroom at the end of the hallshut.
Phew. She sighed with relief, and made her way downstairs. The last thing she wanted was to face him in broad daylight less than ten hours after their, er, unfortunate relapse on the staircase.
Her body still tingled in all the secret places, her heart thumping at the idea she’d been his once again… for one night. Not even that—one screw.
Sunlight skimmed through the blinds, spilling over the steps. Glancing at the place where they’d done it the night before, a hot wave spread across her face. God, she’d been so stupid to seek refuge in his body, his scent, hislips.
He’d been a jerk at the end. The same ignorant, narrow-minded yahoo she’d married. But until reality had hit her after he’d been such an asshole, she’d writhed and melted in his arms with reckless abandon because he’d always been able to make her weak for him… and that made her believe he actually cared too. The memory of their heated encounters sent blood rushing through her veins all the way to her most sensitivespot.
No. No. No. She moved faster, reminding herself again that Jack was an ignorant, narrow-minded yahoo, and stepped into the kitchen.
“Morning.”
Absorbed in her thoughts, she nearly jumped at the voice, then caught sight of a middle-aged woman of average height whose skin was a couple shades darker than Lola’s. Strands of gray hair peppered her brown updo. “Oh, sorry,” Lola said. “You startledme.”
