Neither was coordination, she decided, when she went for it in an act of courage and leaped up on him. Her breasts slammed into his back, her hands grabbing at his shoulders, but the gravity of her big butt pulled her straight back down to the floor until she was just draped across his back like wet cotton.
“I think I’m too heavy for this.” Damn that Ben & Jerry’s. An embarrassed giggle escaped her as she realized her nipples were poking his firm, warm flesh.
“Try again,” he said over his naked shoulder.
“Are you crazy?”
“I think so.”
Which made her laugh. If he was going to be a nut, no reason she shouldn’t have fun. Anymore she felt like she was either counseling men or trying very hard to impress them. With Jack, she could just be herself and to hell with the rest. Tomorrow she was canceling all her subscriptions to women’s magazines with their advice columns on how to be sharp, sophisticated, elegant, and multiorgasmic.
Jack liked Jamie Lynn the way she was. And she had a feeling the multiorgasmic thing was a sure deal.
“Okay, I’ll give it a shot.” This time when she jumped up, he caught her legs and backside with his arms and jerked her up for better balance.
She let her legs dangle but kept them close to his waist. It was an impressive show of strength to keep her up there like that, and her mind shifted to the fact that her thighs were spread wide, wrapped all around him, her breasts brushing over his bare back in a little tease of touch. She hoped the bedroom wasn’t any farther than the swing of a cat, because she was ready and then some.
Jack must have felt the same urgency, because he started down the hall, pausing only to pretend to tip her backward once.
A shriek came out before she could stop it, and he laughed. Jamie took a gander at the living room and kitchen as they went past, and shivered. It was a big apartment, lots of light from the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sun was coming up and peeking through, sending streaks across the ebony wood floor.
But it was kind of austere, empty. There was no color, no warmth.
The master bedroom was small, but featured a big platform bed and a plasma TV hung like a painting over the dresser.
Jack paused in front of the bed, hands tightening on her thighs. “This is the end of the ride.”
Jamie slid off of his back before he could toss her on the bed like a sack of potatoes with breasts. She stuck her hands in her back pockets and tipped a little on her sandals, chewing her lip. Lots of white in this room. White walls, white sheets, white mirror, white sheets, white overstuffed chair, white sheets on a big, white bed.
Her gaze kept floating over to that bed. There wasn’t much else to look at. Just that big ol’ bed, all neat and tidy and waiting for someone to use it. Looking lonely, ready to be rumpled.
She suddenly realized Jack was staring at her. He stood about two feet in front of her, eyes running over the length of her. Under normal circumstances, meaning in front of any guy but Jack, that would have embarrassed the hell out of Jamie. After all, she was topless, wearing tight fitting jeans and platform sandals. A far cry from her usual tactics of cover-and-hide clothing.
But with Jack, she felt desirable. So much so that she tilted her head a little, ran her fingers through her hair, moved her one hip forward to show herself off to her best advantage.
“Wow,” he said, hands up as if he were framing a picture. “You are so incredibly beautiful.”
It was impossible not to blush when he said something like that. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He unsnapped the button on his jeans and winked. “It gets better.”
Oh, she could only imagine.
“And seeing you standing there like that has reminded me I’m supposed to be giving you raw, not comic relief.”
“Taking your pants off is comedy?”
He stopped unzipping and laughed. “No, that’s not what I meant. I was talking about the piggyback ride.”
Then he yanked his jeans off and came toward her in his boxer briefs, the laughter replaced by a cocky grin. “I’ll show you that taking my pants off is no laughing matter.”
Jamie chanced a glance south, but there was no time to see anything before he took her forearms and tumbled her onto the white duvet cover. Suddenly she was looking at the ceiling.
Whoa. Very efficient.
He kissed her with an intensity that had her breathing hard and easing her legs apart, wanting closer contact with him. His erection was along her thigh, thick and enticing, while his tongue moved with determined thrusts. The duvet was soft beneath her, the room cool and crisp from the air-conditioning.
Jamie held on to his smooth back, loving the way he felt, the way he touched her with determination, reverence, desire.
Jack pulled back. “These have got to go.” His finger moved around on the button of her jeans, brushing between the waistband and her skin until she thought she might scream with impatience.
“Good idea.”
The button came unsnapped, the zipper went down, and Jack’s hand slipped inside, gliding over her and coming to rest precisely where she had hoped he would. She fought the urge to squirm, but couldn’t contain a groan when his thumb started to move up and down, stroking through the lace of her panties.
Her eyes rolled back, and she gave a heartfelt moan of encouragement.
Jack removed his hand and yanked hard on her jeans, obviously intending to pull them down and off.
They didn’t move an inch.
She opened her eyes and found Jack over top of her, frowning, as he tried to make the jeans budge. He was pulling so hard that she was bouncing up and down on the bed. A giggle escaped her mouth.
“I thought they were a little tight when I put them on.”
He stopped tugging and smiled at her, the same smile that was responsible for her pants being pulled off in the first place.
“I’ll get them.”
Jack stuck his fingers on either side of the waistband and yanked. They gave as far as her hip bones, then resisted again.
She bit her lip and giggled once more. “I can do it.”
“No, no, I’ve got them.” He gave a few more futile tugs.
“Jack, I think I’m going to have to sit up and do it.” That was better than the alternative, which was sticking her butt up in the air and shoving for all she was worth.
This was what she got for trying to be sexy.
Jack looked like he wanted to keep at it until he succeeded, but he lifted his hands. “Okay, you do it.”
By the time Jamie was up on the bed on her knees, Jack had sat down and eased his boxer briefs off. She paused with her hands on her waistband and gaped at him.
Mercy.
She had never seen anything like that before.
Maybe the men she had been dating were short on more than cash.
Trying not to drool, Jamie started working her jeans down, wiggling and rocking back and forth.
Jack groaned. “You have no idea what you look like, do you?”
Startled, she stopped with her pants at the knees. She had been so busy gawking at him, she hadn’t thought about how all that movement would look from his point of view. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He clenched his fists. “I’ve just had a fantasy come true.”
While she finished the job, and hastily undid her sandals and let them fall to the floor, Jack opened the dresser drawer and came back with a condom.
“Next time, just leave the shoes on,” he said, bending over to give her a kiss.
Jamie was just reacting to it, sighing with pleasure, when he was already pulling back. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, and he dropped to his knees on the rug, between her legs, face level with her breasts. She shivered, from cold, from anticipation, from embarrassment, she wasn’t sure. There was a definite blush crawling up her neck, flooding her face with heat and making her shift a little uneasily.
It was seven in the morning and she was naked with an eq
ually naked man between her legs. Not her usual Saturday wake-up routine. Trying not to hunch her shoulders over, she touched his shoulders to have something to do with her hands as he stared at her, inspected every visible inch of her body. Feeling exposed, yet desperately excited, she let him see her, study her, knowing that there would be only one first time between them.
Let him draw it out as long as he wanted.
Chapter 6
Hands on her knees, Jack finished off the few inches between them and flicked his tongue across Jamie’s nipple. He honestly felt speechless when faced with the grandeur of her breasts. Works of art. Tantalizing toys. They were both, and he could not believe his luck that he got to hang out with them. Touch them.
Mouth around her nipple, he closed his eyes. Taste them. Oh, hell yeah, he was one lucky guy. The nipple beaded in his mouth, firmed and ripened for him as he rolled his tongue over the taut surface. Jamie’s fingers dug farther into his shoulders, her hair brushing over his face, getting between him and her flesh until he twitched it to the side.
Her skin was pale, translucent, with a dusting of freckles across her chest and shoulders. She had a lush, curvy shape, and when his hand brushed down over her stomach, it curved slightly out instead of in. He liked the way she felt, soft and feminine, like he could pet and touch and stroke and never find one spot on her body that was like his, would never find anything hard and inflexible about Jamie.
As he sucked her nipple, licked the underswell of her breast, and moved to the other, Jack wedged closer between her legs, forcing her thighs apart, until his ribs came in contact with her soft down hair brushing over him. She made a sound in the back of her throat, a quick inhalation of air, that had his body throbbing in anticipation.
Yet he wasn’t ready, wasn’t done tasting and teasing, and as he continued to suck and pull on her dusky rose nipple, he ran his thumbs along the outside of her naked thighs. Down around to the tip of her backside, dangling over the edge of his bed. He stroked over her cheeks, skirting forward, back, forward again, avoiding the juncture of her thighs, desire thick in his mouth.
Her legs started to shift restlessly, her nails sinking even farther into the muscle in his back. Both their breathing quickened, and her head went left and right, tipped back when he glanced up at her. The creamy expanse of her neck, the sight of her teeth buried in her bottom lip, sent a jolt through him, and he let his own teeth sink into her nipple. Jamie moaned, and Jack squeezed her ass, gripping it hard as he fought the urge to stand up and plunge into her.
He wanted more than that. He wanted her body, yes, here and now, but he wanted her, too. All of her. He wanted her open and desperate, aggressive and as turned on as he was. He wanted her eyes to roll back in her head, and he wanted her to stay all damn day in his bed, naked, hot, and willing.
With that in mind, hands still on her ass, he abandoned her breasts, leaving them shiny and wet and Jamie whimpering. He squatted down farther, lifted her thighs a little, and checked out her sex. He’d never dated a redhead before, and the fiery contrast of reddish gold curls against her milky white skin was sexy as hell. There was a coffee-and-cream color beauty mark on her right inner thigh, and when he licked it, sucked it, the flesh around it turned red in the shape of his mouth.
A little shiver went through her, and she shifted, trying to move back onto the bed, away from him. Jack held her tight, abandoning his intention to spread her folds with his fingers and take a nice, long look. He didn’t want her bolting, or going shy. So still maintaining a firm grip on her tight ass, he bent over and buried his tongue in her curls, exploring a little until he found the tight bud of her clit.
Jamie went still, hot little pants escaping her mouth. “Oh, oh, oh,” she said in a half whisper.
Jack sucked, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils and making him hard enough to penetrate steel. When his tongue ventured farther south, he found she was slick, sweet and wet, her folds swollen with want. And when he licked up and down that swollen flesh, she went wetter still. Losing the edge of his control, he dipped his tongue into her hard and fast.
Oh, man, he was dying. He was fucking gone. He’d give up his ten million and then some to have Jamie like this, permanently, saying his name with soft, heated, anguished cries of ecstasy.
Her legs surrounded him, and when she dropped back onto the bed, clutching at the sheets, Jack pressed forward, farther into her. The position spread her even more, and he pulled back to take a look, his thumbs pressing her apart.
“Jack.” She tried to bring her knees together, though she stayed slack on the bed.
“Shh.” He blew on her clit, cool air over her hot flesh. “I’m almost done.”
“Doing what?” Her foot kicked his forearm as she shifted uneasily.
“Appreciating you.” He wanted to stretch the moment out, make this day, this minute last, make Jamie understand that he wanted more. That he saw how far she was from Meredith and how much he respected that.
If Jack did any more appreciating, Jamie was going to flip right off the bed. As it was, she felt like a single flick of his tongue might send her sliding into an orgasm. She was so aroused, so close to the edge, so flustered with all the touching and sucking and licking, that it was only now occurring to her that she’d yet to lay a finger on anything other than his shoulders.
Yet he didn’t seem to mind. He hadn’t been waving it in her face, or doing that arrogant head push toward his crotch thing that Jamie just couldn’t stand. Jack seemed perfectly content to just look at her, to just pleasure her for now.
She was feeling pretty damn pleasured. But a small, insecure part of her couldn’t help but ask, “Do you appreciate me in a social worker kind of way?” She wasn’t even sure what she meant by that, and it surely wasn’t fair to ask him what amounted to a trick question when they were naked.
But Jack just brushed a kiss over her clitoris, causing her to shiver, and the deep ache in her body to spike.
“I appreciate you as a woman, Jamie Lynn. With all your facets and quirks and exquisite dimensions.”
Oh, good God. No man had ever said anything quite like that to her before. Her heart did a trapeze artist flip in her chest. Three somersaults and a free fall.
Before she could think of anything to say in return, Jack kissed her belly, kissed the bottom of her ribs, kissed the tip of each breast.
“I need a condom,” he said softly, pushing up onto his feet and moving to the dresser where he had dropped the foil wrapper on top.
Modesty urged her to close her legs, but the need to see desire on his face warred and won. She liked seeing his eyes rake over her, like she was a juicy treat, worth licking his lips for.
He didn’t disappoint. When he turned, his blue eyes went dark as he rolled the condom on. He made a low growling sound as he studied her. Jamie stared right back, watching his fist palm his penis as the condom sheathed it. He held tighter and longer than was necessary, and she spread her legs farther and wider than the situation called for.
“Come here, Jack,” she said in a husky whisper that pleased the hell out of her. Dang if she didn’t sound sultry.
He crossed the tiny room in two big steps, leaned over her, and gave her a hard kiss that stole her breath.
“I can’t wait, Jamie Lynn.” Already the tip of his erection was aligned with her, teasing and pressing.
Fighting to keep her eyes open, she wrapped her arms around his back, wanting him closer. “I don’t want you to wait.”
“Good.”
Then without warning he was inside her, and the ability to speak left her. Thoughts fled as he filled her, big and hard, covering her body with his everywhere, overwhelming her.
She didn’t even have the breath to groan, but just closed her eyes and swallowed hard as his solid flesh pulsed inside her, sliding along her sensitive and aching body.
“Damn,” he said through gritted teeth.
Forcing her eyes back open, she saw his arms were bulging, his jaw
clenched with the strain of holding back. While he held perfectly still, she wiggled. She was so close to climax, on the edge from all that tongue touching he’d done, that she couldn’t lie immobile. She wanted more.
“Jack.” Lifting her heels, she wrapped them around his waist, raised her hips to encourage him to push deeper. “More,” she moaned.
The corner of his lip turned up, and he moved inside her with breathtaking slowness.
“Ahhh,” she said, as her skin tingled and the heat inside built quickly. “More.”
“More,” he agreed, and picked up the pace, slamming into her hard and fast.
Yep, that was good. That was it. There was no holding back, no wish to, nothing but freedom and pleasure, and the promise that this was only the beginning.
As if he could read her thoughts, Jack said fiercely, “This is just getting started, Jamie. Remember that.”
She wasn’t sure if he meant making love, this morning together, or the future, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was right then and there she was with Jack, he was hers, and she was feeling like she never had before.
His chest pressed against her with each thrust, and she squeezed her legs around him, so close to skittering off the edge that she could only lie still and gasp, her eyes half closed, waiting for it to rip over her.
“Look at me,” Jack commanded.
She forced herself to focus on his face, a thin sheen of sweat glistening over his forehead, his breath hot and fast on her cheek. Reflected in his eyes was the same wonder, passion, and exhilaration that she knew was in hers. “Jack?”
“Jamie.” Jack crashed to a halt, his erection throbbing inside her. After a quick pause, he pulled back and said, “Come with me.”
She tried to answer, tried to force a yes past her lips, but he took her breath away when he pushed deep inside her with a move that she felt all the way to her toes. Her inner muscles contracted in a happy dance, and nothing came out of her mouth but a deep moan as she gave up and let herself be dragged away.
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