Pulling her flush against my body, I kissed her long and hard, creating a tight suction as our tongues tangled, exploring and enjoying her every taste and texture. I pulled back, sliding my open mouth down her neck and licked at the pulse hammering at its base, then made my way up the other side.
“Mmm, you’re so sweet,” I murmured against her lips.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I shifted her down further and settled between her thighs. She pushed up, and a groan escaped when she rubbed against the raging erection my loose shorts are doing nothing to contain.
“Christ Hannah.”
I took her mouth again, with much less finesse. She opened further for my tongue to explore, taste, and torment. Hannah moved her hands to my hair, digging her fingers into my scalp, holding me close as the kiss went on and on. I moved my hand under her now untucked blouse and touched soft, warm skin. Following my lead, she slid her hands down my back and brought them back up under my shirt, dragging her nails against my skin.
Needing more contact, I cupped her through her bra. Her nipple poked through the lace, demanding attention, which I was more than happy to give. It scratched at my palm, begging to be released from its confines. Slipping my index finger into her bra cup, I drew it down. Her breast popped free, filling my hand and then some.
Slowing the tempo of the kiss, I took deep breaths in through my nose and let them out the same way, not wanting to release of her delicious mouth just yet. I toyed with her nipple, rubbing my thumb against it again and again before pinching and twisting it with the help of my forefinger.
I swallowed her groan and answered with one of my own as she thrust her hips up and rubbed against me. Pressing my weight down, I held her in place before I totally embarrass myself. She moved her hands to cup my ass, trying to nudge me forward and I swallowed her groan of protest when I didn’t budge. I’m glad I’m not the only one losing control here.
Moving back to shift my dick out of range, I slowly release her mouth. She’s breathing hard. So am I. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten this worked up by kissing. I think I like it.
Spying the nipple I’d teased to a stiff peak pushing against the silk of her blouse, I lowered my head and licked, drawing a long moan from Hannah.
I make quick work of her buttons and slowly peeled her blouse away. Her nipple hardened even further when the air touched it and my mouth watered in anticipation of tasting the perfectly pink peak in front of me. Instead of latching on like I’m dying to, I blew gently, watching it extends even further.
I looked up to her brown eyes, glossy with desire. “You’re perfect, Hannah.” I kissed the curve of her breast. “So perfect.”
She closed her eyes and arched her back.
Wanting more, I opened my mouth and sucked, drawing her nipple against my tongue again and again. Freeing her other breast, I give it the same attention, then move back and forth until they’re both standing tall, glistening from my mouth. I look down, admiring my handiwork.
“Mmm, beautiful.”
This woman. I can’t get enough of her and I dip my head, laving one peak then the other.
“Jack.” My name comes out as a breathy sigh as her fingers dig into my shoulder blades.
Pulling back, I watch her neck muscles work as she swallows and drags in deep breaths. Her taste lingers on my tongue and I want more. Need more. But I have to slow down and make sure she wants this too.
“Hannah.” A small smile is her only response, but I need more than that. “Hannah,” I said more firmly. She opened her eyes and blinked twice before seeming to focus. I smiled and rested my forehead against hers then kissed the corner of her mouth. “Hi.”
She blinked again, then frowned.
“Hi.” The word sounded like a question.
If this was any other woman, we’d already be naked and fucking. But this isn’t any other woman. This is Hannah, and she’s different. Special. I find that thought both intriguing and scary as hell.
I don’t know where this can go, but for the first time, I want to find out. If she’s willing to give me a chance, I want to offer something more than I’ve ever given anyone. Saying all that will probably freak her out, so I decide to start with the issue at hand.
“We’re getting to the point here where we need to either move to a more comfortable spot or slow things down.” I placed gentle kisses on her cheek and jaw before pulling back to meet her gaze again. Her eyes look clear, the dazed expression completely gone. “I want to make sure you really want this and aren’t just getting caught up in the moment, because once we do this, we can’t go back.”
She looked at me, seeming to see into my soul. I resisted the urge to look away because I want her to see me, really see me, so she knows I’m not just messing around here. If we do this, it’s going to mean something. We’re going to mean something. She needs to understand that.
After licking her swollen lips, she swallowed then said, “I think we should go to a more comfortable spot.”
Thank God.
Chapter 15
Hannah
I thought he would have rushed me to the bedroom as soon as I said those words, but I was wrong. Instead Jack kissed me again, more slowly this time, as if it’s the only thing on his mind. The erection pushing into my hip tells me that it’s probably not. Instead of thinking about that, or anything else, I kissed him back, enjoying his taste and feel.
Ending the kiss, Jack pushed back, looked down then back up my body, and smiled. The dimple that appeared in his left cheek makes him look even more adorable than usual.
“Oh, this is gonna be fun,” he said, before standing next to the couch. I was about to follow when he reached down and pulled off my shoes, then slipped one arm beneath my knees and the other behind my back and stood.
“Jack,” I screeched. “Put me down.”
Shifting me into place, he asked, “Why?”
“I’m too heavy. You’ll hurt yourself.”
His sexy chuckle vibrated through every erogenous zone in my body.
“Not hardly,” he said, then carried me through the living room and carefully navigated the bedroom door before putting me down on the edge of his bed.
Reaching his right hand over his head, he grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled it off then dropped it to the floor. The sight of his bare chest had me salivating. It truly is a masterpiece. Yes, I’ve seen him shirtless before, but never allowed myself to really take it all in. But now I can not only look my fill, I can actually touch. So I did just that.
I started at his waist, skimming my fingers over the sexy indents in his hips before moving them up his six pack abs, tracing every dip and ridge until I reached firm pecs.
Jack hissed, then grabbed my hands, removing them from his chest. Pushing them over my head, he arched me backward until I rested flat on the bed with my legs dangling over the edge. Standing, he unbuttoned my pants and dragged the zipper down. His hands slipped into my waistband then around and down my ass to my thighs, dragging my pants with them until he pulled them all the way off.
“You are just full of surprises.” He squeezed my bare ass. “Never, in a million years, would I have pegged you for a thong girl.” Dragging his hands up my stomach, he toyed with the edge of my bra. “The matching set isn’t surprising though. You’re always so put together.” He slid the blouse off my shoulders then down one arm and off the other, before reaching around and unhooking my bra with one hand. Tossing it on the floor, he rested his knee on the bed next to my thigh and leaned forward, taking my mouth in a searing kiss.
His hands slid against mine until our fingers intertwined. Squeezing tight, he pulled my arms over my head, dragging his chest against my nipples. I moaned into the kiss and Jack moved against me again, seeming to understand its source.
The kiss went on and on as he tortured me, rubbing his body against mine without touching what was begging to be touched. I have to admit, being tortured by Jack Reagan is better than being pleasured by
anybody else.
His hands circled my waist and he shifted me up the bed, until my legs no longer dangled. I started to move my arms to wrap around his back, but he grabbed my wrists and put them back over my head.
“No, keep them up there,” he said and kissed the curve of my breast. “It keeps these right where I want them, front and center.”
By slow degrees, he taunted me. He palmed and plucked first one breast, then the other, his warm mouth licking and sucking. Every touch, every stroke of tongue zinged right to my core and I moved my hips, seeking relief. His hand skimmed down my stomach, followed by a trail of goosebumps.
I held my breath as his fingers slipped into the waistband of my panties and slowly moved down. Just before he got to the good parts, he ended our kiss and pulled back just enough to look me in the eye.
“Breathe Hannah, I don’t want you passing out on me,” he said, then chuckled. “Not for that reason anyway.”
My deep inhale made my tight nipples brush against his chest and I let it out on a long moan.
“Take a couple more,” he said, watching me intently.
I took in two more deep breaths and the buzzing in my ears subsided.
Resting his chin on my chest, he said, “Okay now?” I nodded. “Good because we’re not nearly done here.”
His fingers slipped the rest of the way down and slid right over my clit. I grabbed the blanket behind me and squeezed until my hands hurt. My needy whimpers echoed through the room as I moved my hips, trying to ease the unbearable ache.
“Relax,” Jack whispered. “I’ve got you.” He placed a gentle kiss at the corner of my mouth, then met my gaze, his eyes looking more brown than green. “I’ll take care of you, Hannah. I promise.”
I don’t doubt his words. We’ve barely gotten past second base and I’m ready to go off.
He watched me for several heartbeats then smiled. I thought I’d seen the spectrum of Jack’s smiles...from the sexy to the sarcastic...but this one is different. It’s sweet and intimate, but still hot as hell. Just like the man.
Before I could get too lost in that thought, Jack moved his finger back and forth, just a fraction, but it was enough to put me on edge again. It wouldn’t take more than a few small strokes to tip me right over. Seeming to sense that, he slid his hand down and dipped a finger inside me.
“Mmm, you feel so good,” he said. “So wet.” Adding a second finger, he curled them slightly and pulsed his hand up and down. He shifted his leg over my thigh and moved closer. His thumb brushed my clit once, then again, before settling into place and moving in slow circles. “Come for me, Hannah,” he said, keeping up his ministrations. “Please, I want to watch you come.”
As if his magic fingers weren’t enough to push me over the edge, he says that. My body bowed against his as the waves pulsed through my body and my nipples tightened into painful peaks. Jack stayed with me, his hands moving in a slow rhythm, drawing out my pleasure. I dropped back onto the bed with an exhausted groan, feeling every muscle in my body relax.
Jack kissed my shoulder then my collarbone, without taking his eyes off my face. My inner walls clenched with tiny aftershocks as he removed his fingers.
“You’re so beautiful, Hannah,” he said. “That was amazing.” His hot mouth skimmed down my stomach and nibbled at my navel, dipping his tongue inside, making me squirm. “Think you can do it again?”
“I probably could,” I said, through panting breaths. “It might kill me, though.”
He smiled up at me, flashing that dimple, then settled between my thighs.
“You may die, but that is a sacrifice I am willing to make,” he said, mimicking Lord Farquaad from Shrek as he removed my thong.
I was still laughing then nearly choked when he placed an open-mouthed kiss at my core, then dragged his tongue up my folds before circling it around my clit.
“Oh God.” I didn’t recognize my own voice. It sounded hoarse, sultry, and needy. It’s been a long time since anyone’s done that to me and it feels so amazing I could cry.
Jack placed a restraining hand on my belly as his gaze met mine over the expanse of my body.
“You doing okay?”
I nodded, panting.
He dipped his head and continued to lick and nip until I didn’t think I could take anymore. I tangled my fingers in his hair and squeezed. Jack slipped his finger inside me again then placed his mouth over my clit, alternately licking and sucking until spasms rocked my body again, this orgasm stronger than the last. Once again, he stayed with me, until every last quiver stopped.
Reaching up, he removed my fingers from his scalp and placed kisses in the center of each palm before resting them down on the bed. I felt him shift away. Cool air replaced his hot skin against my body. Opening drowsy eyes, I saw Jack back off the bed and stand. He turned and opened the top drawer of the nightstand, reached inside, then closed it and turned back toward the bed, tossing a square packet next to my hip.
I watched as he slid his thumbs into the waistbands of both his shorts and underwear, then pushed them down his thighs, leaving him naked in front of me. The man is perfect. Absolutely perfect.
He climbed onto the bed and knelt between my widespread thighs, his long, thick penis bobbing with the movement. Reaching out, I touched him, tentative at first, then with a firmer grip. Jack closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath. His fingers wrapped around my wrist and pulled my hand away.
“You can play next time, I promise. But right now, I can’t…” He shook his head and took in a deep breath then slowly let it out. “I want this to be good for you and if you keep touching me right now, I can’t promise it won’t be over before it starts.”
Letting go of my hand, he picked up the packet and ripped it open. I watched, fascinated, as he pinched the tip, then rolled the condom down his entire length. Task complete, he looked up and met my gaze, then shifted between my thighs. Resting his weight on his forearms, his hands cupped my face as he proceeded to kiss me senseless...even more senseless than two orgasms and seeing him naked have left me.
He slowly ended the kiss, nibbling at the corner of my mouth before pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. Shifting slightly, he reached down and lined himself up at my entrance before pushing forward and sinking into me in one, long thrust. I gasped at the same time he groaned. He stood still for a minute, his breath rough against my ear.
“Damn, you’re tight.”
“Maybe you’re just really big.”
Our fit got even tighter and he chuckled.
“Compliments will get you everywhere, Ms. Adams.”
I’d just adjusted to his size when he pulled back and slowly thrust forward then started to pump...in and out, in and out, in and out...keeping it slow and steady. My inner muscles clenched along with his perfect rhythm, grabbing for him at every retreat.
He picked up the pace and I pulled my legs further back, bracing my feet flat against the bed, seeking leverage against his thrusts. With every forward motion, he nudged against my clit and I wrapped my left leg around his waist, wanting more. He sank further inside and hit that spot. Letting out a long, low groan, my inner muscles spasmed with such intensity, I could barely breathe. His hands on my hips, Jack slammed into me three more times before letting out a growl and collapsing on my chest.
Jack
I slowly caught my breath and rested my cheek against Hannah’s temple, enjoying the clean scent of her hair. Her chest rose and fell under mine, eventually slowing to a normal rhythm. I pulled back and she squeezed my shoulders, holding me in place.
Kissing her forehead, I said, “Let me take care of this and I’ll be right back.” Holding the base of the condom, I moved away from her and stepped out of bed, walking to the bathroom. I quickly disposed of the condom and wiped myself clean so I could get back to Hannah. Her eyes devoured me as I walked back to the bed, then widened when my body reacted.
Pulling the covers down, I ignored both her reaction and mine
. “Here, scoot back.”
Looking dazed and sleepy, she slipped between the sheets and settled against the pillows. I moved next to her, sliding my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. There’s so much I want to say, but that can wait. Right now, I just want to relax and enjoy the feel of this amazing woman in my arms. She let out a low hum and rested her arm against my stomach. I closed my eyes and listened to her breathe.
I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but one minute I was enjoying the feel of Hannah in my arms and the next she was jolting me awake with an elbow in my ribs.
“Shit!” I sat up quickly, knocking Hannah back against the pillows. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
She shimmied to a sitting position then scurried off the bed, yanking at the sheet and wrapping it around her, toga style. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. She could cover herself in suit of armor, but it wouldn’t stop me from mentally picturing her every delicious dip and curve.
“I can’t believe I fell asleep,” she said.
Struggling to retrieve her clothes from the floor and keep the sheet in place, Hannah looked flustered and totally unHannahlike. It’s adorable.
Sliding across the bed, I touched her arm, halting her frantic movements.
“Hannah? Slow down.”
She looked at me, over at the clock, then back at me again. “It’s almost two o’clock. I have to go.”
Her gaze skittered away again and I squeezed her wrist to bring it back to me. Those chocolate depths held so many emotions, I struggled to name them all. In the forefront was embarrassment, followed by regret.
“Sit.” Her eyes widened. “Please,” I added, rubbing my thumb against the base of her palm. She turned, flipping the tail of the sheet behind her, wrapped it tighter, and sat a foot away from me, pulling her hand out of my grasp.
That just won’t do.
I shifted toward her, closing the distance between us.
She eyed me warily, her gaze shifting down my naked form then back up to my face.
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