“So wet,” he said against her neck.
Slow and lazy was turning into hot and heavy pretty quick.
Unable to help himself, Jack watched, mesmerized as his hand moved lower until he slid his whole finger inside Brielle’s incredible, slick heat. Gasping, she threw her head back against his shoulder and gripped tight. The gorgeous woman was so damn responsive, his whole body throbbed. But his release was not important, yet. No. He wanted to take care of her first.
And he knew what she wanted. What she needed right now. He brushed his thumb over her center, slid another finger inside and adopted a rhythm that buckled her legs and had her panting in seconds.
“Jack…I’m not…”
“Yes, you are. Brielle. Look at me,” he commanded, and when she met his reflected gaze, he gave another order, “Come for me.”
Her whiskey-colored, desire-laden eyes blinked. “I don’t think I can stand much longer.”
“It’s okay. I got you,” he reassured, shoving a knee between her legs.
She leaned all her weight against him. And a thrill shot through him at her acquiescence. He had her right where he wanted her. One hand cupped her breast while holding her tight, the other was between her legs, fingers sliding in and out, taking her right to the edge. He was in control, and she seemed more than happy to let him have it. No way would he disappoint.
Fingers masterfully stroking her in the rhythm he somehow knew she needed, he used his thumb and forefinger to tug one of her mouthwatering, beaded nipples. Oh…hell yeah. She rode his hand, and when his thumb increased pressure on her center and he bit the curve of her neck, the sexy-as-hell woman burst.
It took all his self control not to follow. Slowing his strokes, Jack let her down slow, but she was still shuddering when he twisted her around and pressed her against the mirror for a hot, wet, frenzied kiss he could no longer resist.
“Damn, that was incredible,” he said against her mouth when they broke for air.
“I agree.” Her hand shot to his waist and quickly unhooked his belt, then pants.
Apparently, she wanted more. Much more.
“These need to go.”
He chuckled, lending a hand. “Yes, ma’am.” He pulled a packet from his pocket, tossed it on the bed, then quickly shucked the rest of his clothes. “Now, where were we?”
Her heated gaze fell to his erection. “I know where I’d like to be,” she replied, then reached out and grasped him.
“Jesus…Brielle.” His voice came out gruff as he closed his eyes and grit his teeth in an attempt to hang on to his control. Her touch was nearly his undoing.
When he opened his eyes, he noted hers were dark and burning fierce with need. He tugged her stroking hand free, and holding her gaze, pulled her backward to the bed where he sat down and slowly, very slowly proceeded to remove her thong.
“There,” he said, grinning up at her, scrap of lace hooked on his finger. “See? I can take them off without breaking them.”
She placed her hands on his shoulders and smiled down. “I’m proud of you. Such restraint.”
The sight of her gorgeous, naked body tripped his pulse. Smooth and curvy, she was perfect. Stacked, soft, sexy, all woman...and all his. A hot thrill surged through him.
“Restraint? I’ll show you restraint.” He grabbed her hips, twisted around and tossed her on the bed.
She laughed as she bounced. Damn she was built. He sucked in a breath as his eyes devoured her delicious, flowing form. Damn, he needed to get his mouth on her.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, Brielle,” he said, before he dipped to slowly kiss and caress each mile-long, supple, toned leg.
She moaned. Uncontrolled need flicked through him as he touched and explored at his leisure.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, tasting and teasing with his tongue.
She closed her eyes and breathed in sharply. “Jack…please.” She writhed beneath him.
A jolt of heat shot straight to his groin. He lifted his head and smiled. “Now who needs to work on their restraint?” Dipping his head, he kissed her just below her belly button and chuckled against her skin.
“Bastard,” she rasped.
Still smiling, he traveled north, and she seemed to forget to be mad as he touched and tweaked in a delectable investigation, whispering her name along with every damn, sinful thing he planned to do to her body.
Before he finished, she grabbed his head and dragged him the rest of the way to her mouth for a hot, frantic, spine-heating kiss, touching her tongue to his, showing him just how little restraint she had left.
Jack groaned into her mouth, his hips rocking against hers in uncontrolled need. “Keep that up, and I won’t be holding on much longer.”
“Good.” She rolled him onto his back and straddled his upper thighs.
Sprawled out, trapped beneath her, he watched her eyes smolder. She stole his breath. The beauty was sexy as hell, and he was more than ready for her. She shifted slightly forward and watched, fascinated as his erection jumped. God, she was killing him.
“Brielle.” His voice came out rough. No shit. He was at the end of his restraint. “I barely held on the last time you were on top of me.”
She gazed at him like he was the most important man in the world, and a hot, primal buzz rushed through his already heated body.
A slow, wicked smile curved her lips. “I’m not asking you to.”
Ah, hell. He swallowed and ran his hands down her waist, over the soft curve of her hip to cup her sweet bottom. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
“So you keep saying.” She kissed him deeply, meeting his tongue while her fingers closed around his throbbing erection.
A grunt strangled deep in his throat, and unable to hold back, he thrust into her hand. Restraint gone. She slayed him. He was done.
In a swift succession of moves, Brielle sat up, reached for the condom he’d tossed on the bed, ripped the packet open and struggled to roll it on his thick length. Ah, sweet mercy he’d never tire of her touch, but if she didn’t hurry… He clenched his teeth and the bedspread, and by the time she finished, his torso was damp with sweat.
Incredible. Holding his gaze, which no doubt matched the arousal blazing in her eyes, she guided his tip where she wanted and sank down, gasping as he filled her. Deep.
“Oh…hell yeah,” he breathed, gripping her hips, as inch by inch, he slipped into her silky heat.
Closing her eyes, she rocked slowly, and let out a sexy, throaty sound he felt in his bones. They weren’t kissing, they were barely touching, he just lay on his back watching ecstasy flush her skin as she took him in…all of him, right to the hilt. The oneness, the incredible connection was like nothing he’d ever known, and nearly more than he could bear. He had to take them there. To get them to the release that promised to be mind-blowing.
He began to move.
“Jack—”
“I know.” His voice was hoarse. “I’m right there with you.” He held her gaze, a pool of desire so dark, so hungry he might have drowned if it weren’t for his grip tightening on her hips, keeping her with him on their journey.
Moving in slow, torturous thrusts, he reveled in each glorious bounce of her beautiful breasts. And when she bent down and kissed him hard and deep and wet, then sat up and rocked her hips, he let out another rough groan from deep within. Yeah, she was fucking killing him… But what a way to go.
Breathing ragged, she placed her hands on his chest as heat spread like an inferno through his body. He could tell she was close, very close. And so was he.
Lifting his head off the bed, he glanced where they were joined, his whole being tightening at the erotic vision they created. He wasn’t going to last. Brushing his thumb over her center, he watched as she gasped and clutched his arms. He brushed her again, this time increasing the pressure, and enjoyed the sensual vision Brielle made when he sent her over the edge. Moaning, she came in a series of incredible spasms th
at drew her name from his lips as he lost control and joined her with one last, hard plunge.
Utterly boneless now, she collapsed onto him. Somehow he managed to wrapped his arms around her and hold her trembling body close for several minutes while they both worked to steady their breathing. As the frenzied beat of her heart slowed against his chest, he placed a kiss to the top of her head and tightened his hold.
She snuggled closer. “That sure beat wild monkey sex.”
He chuckled and squeezed her tight. “Hell yeah, but I’m certainly not knocking that either.”
“True.” She nodded. “Still, there’s something to be said about restraint.”
“Yeah…like what?”
“Like, good—”
“Good?” He shifted to his side, and she rolled onto his arm. “That was a hell of a lot better than good.”
She laughed up at him, lifting a finger to trace his jaw. “How about…great. Fantastic. Incredible.”
“That’s more like it. Good thing I brought more than one condom.” He captured her hand and kissed her palm. “Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll show you how incredible restraint can be.” And she would sure as hell enjoy it.
Brielle cocked her head and smiled. “You sure you need twenty?” Tugging her hand free, she brushed her fingers over his pecks, down his abs, smiling as they quivered under her touch.
The wench.
He nuzzled her neck. “Maybe ten.”
“Mmm….”
She grazed his groin, lightly stroking, and he grew hard with each pass.
“Well, what do you know?” He leaned over her, once again, all hard and hot for the tempting woman. “Seems I’m ready now.”
The next morning, Jack entered the dining room feeling better than, well, ever. After the amazing night he’d spent with Brielle, how could he feel anything else?
“What are you smiling about?” Matthew asked, studying him from head to toe as Jack approached. A sudden grin appeared. “Or should I ask, who?”
He glanced around. They were the only occupants, except for Matthew’s ever-present cameraman. “I’ll give you three guesses, and the first two don’t count.” He headed for the coffee pot in the corner, his own smile broadening.
“Ah, I see.” Laughing, Matthew grabbed his cup and rose from the table.
Jack sipped his brew, enjoying the strong, bitter taste while he watched his brother pour himself a refill.
“So, I take it you’ve straightened things out, then?”
Hot liquid hit the back of Jack’s throat as he choked on his brother’s rather astute choice of words.
Matthew chuckled, slapping Jack’s back. “I guess that’s an affirmative.”
Yes. He and Brielle had straightened things out several times during the night. The last time nearly shattered him. Making love to her in the Jacuzzi had robbed him of his strength. Even now, heat sliced through his body just thinking about how amazing it had felt buried deep inside Brielle, her glorious legs wrapped around his waist, warm, bubbling water lapping around them.
He grinned before taking another sip, savoring the hot liquid as he savored the hot memory. Afterwards, they’d practically crawled to the bed where he’d fallen into the most deep, contented sleep of his life—with her curled in his arms, delectable curves pressed against him tight.
Somewhere between The Limelight and last night, he’d fallen in love with Brielle Bennett.
Jack paused, cup in mid-air, as that revelation ricocheted through him, placing a name to the unknown emotion that had been stirring inside for some time now.
“Are you all right, Jack? What’s wrong?” Matthew frowned.
He snapped out of his shock and focused on his brother. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine. I’m just fine.” Lips twitching into another full smile, he refilled his cup. And he was fine. Better than fine.
It’d taken all his willpower to leave Brielle at dawn, but he knew he had to get back to his room unseen. He hadn’t wanted anyone to catch him leaving—not the contestants, not his brother, not his men...and especially not the cameras. He’d deliberately pulled Rodriguez from hall duty last night, sending him up one deck to guard the stairway. Guilt flashed through him, but Jack washed it away with a sip of black coffee. His men had slept in worse conditions.
“I can see that.” Matthew chuckled as he walked back to his chair and sat. “It looks good on you.”
Jack frowned. “What does?”
“Happy.” Matthew winked.
“Yes, we are,” Danni said as she and Mandy breezed into the room.
Jack searched beyond them, hoping, waiting…yearning to see Brielle again. That woman had become more than a distraction. She’d become all-consuming—every thought, every movement, every nerve ending needed her. It was as if she’d awakened him—like he’d never really lived until they’d touched.
Jack winced. Ah hell. I’ve turned into my sentimental brother.
He glanced at Matthew, who grinned knowingly at him. It was official. Brielle had turned him into a romantic...but he didn’t mind. Their shared feelings had opened up new doors to him, and Jack planned to explore every single one with the sexy, leggy brunette.
“Good morning.” Though Brielle greeted the group, her gaze met his, stealing his breath as she neared.
His body hummed to life, screaming for her touch. He did his best to keep his hands to himself and not lean into her when she brushed him to grab a cup.
“How’s the coffee?” Her eyes smiled into his, warm, affectionate and just little hot.
He grinned back. “Perfect.” A small thrill shot through him at the sight of the blush creeping into her face. No one was near, not even a cameraman, so he leaned close for only her to hear. “Sleep well?”
“Like a satisfied kitten,” she replied in a low, breathless purr while reaching for the sugar. “You?”
His lips twitched. “Like a log.”
“I wish we could break away for…more.”
His ears picked up her soft sigh, and all too soon, she blinked the longing from her eyes, then turned and joined the group.
After a statement like that, it took Jack a moment to find his legs. Damn, but she was potent. He followed her to the table and dropped into the chair next to her as the cook entered with breakfast.
“So, what are we doing today?” Mandy asked, spreading a white linen napkin on her lap.
“Well,” Matthew said, smiling at the girls. “I thought we’d get in a little more swimming and things before we head back at two.”
An image of Brielle in her bikini flashed through Jack’s mind. Ah hell. He was in for another afternoon of sweet torture. But today would be worse…much worse. Today, he had more memories and knowledge of all her hidden treasures.
While his gut twisted, he ate breakfast and plotted new and exciting things to do to her once they were alone.
Warm fingers stroked his thigh, and he clenched his jaw against the heat rapidly gripping his insides. Christ, he was already hard and throbbing, consumed with the need to take Brielle. If ever restraint was required, it was now. Not restraint like last night. A different kind. Her hand moved, and a wicked finger outlined his groin. Fuck restraint. He needed willpower, that’s what he needed. Or ten minutes alone with her in the nearest closet.
He glanced sideways at her and swallowed a groan as she bit into a strawberry and slowly licked the juices from her lower lip. The memory of those lips around him had the erection her fingers had started flaring to full tilt. Make that five minutes alone. Jesus, he wasn’t going to last. Could they sneak more time on this yacht? No, it would be more feasible to steal away tonight at the mansion. Of course, how the hell he’d do that hadn’t come to him yet, but it would.
The rest of breakfast went by in a blur. Jack’s hand made its way under the table to deploy some maneuvers of his own. Caressing Brielle’s silky skin afforded him by her sundress, he inched upward, following the curves of her inner leg, to her quivering upper thighs. Ah hell…s
he was wet. If her hand hadn’t stopped him, there’s no telling what his hunger might’ve driven him to do.
“Well, what do you say we play a game of pool before we hit the water?” Matthew’s question gained Jack’s attention, and when he noted the others chorus in agreement, he reluctantly removed his hand.
Thank Christ his shirt was untucked. With luck, it would hide the result of Brielle’s ministrations. It was going to take him several minutes he didn’t have before his pants would loosen to a bearable fit. Taking his brother’s cue, he stood, zipper not quite digging into him as painfully as he’d expected.
“Jack,” Brielle whispered as she rose. “We need to talk.”
“Yes,” he replied just as low. “I’ve got a few things I need to say to you, too.” His mouth watered at the thought. Oh yeah. She was going to pay for her teasing with a lot of panting and calling of his name.
“Not about that.” Her gaze was troubled and serious as they followed the others out of the room, falling several paces behind.
He sobered fast, heart kicking the hell out of his ribs. “Is something wrong?”
“No, yes…I mean, no.” She shook her head, eyes clouding with uncertainty. She stopped him just inside the recreation room. “There’s something I’ve been trying to tell you—that I need to tell you, Jack.”
“Go ahead. I’m all yours.” He smiled, hoping to encourage her past the apprehension he saw flicker through her eyes.
“I’m not—”
“Jack,” Rodriguez interrupted on the radio. “You’re needed in the salon. Now.”
“Damn.” He glared at the device before returning his gaze to Brielle. “I’m sorry. Can it wait?” His heart contracted at the disappointment and fear in her eyes.
She opened her mouth, then nodded. “It’ll have to. I understand. You go ahead.”
He hesitated, until she smiled. “Okay. Give me fifteen minutes. I promise. We’ll talk then.”
“Hey, Brielle, come on.” Danni waved from across the room. “You get to be on my team.”
“Okay,” she answered them both, her gaze dropping to his mouth before she turned and walked toward the pool table.
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