Bursting With Love

by Melissa Foster

She flushed, and he kissed the rosy blush on her cheek, then trailed kisses down her jaw to the spot just below her ear. He nibbled her earlobe, and she breathed heavier, held him tighter. When his lips found the gentle curve at the base of her neck and she arched her head back again—God, how he loved when she did that—pressing her breasts against him, every ounce of him wanted to rip off her clothes and take her right there and then. But Jack’s interest in Savannah ran deeper than sex, and he planned on showing her just how much deeper.

  He slipped his finger beneath the straps of her blouse and slid them down her arms to the crook of her elbow, exposing her firm, round breasts. He lifted her chin and kissed away the new flush that had risen.

  “You’re beautiful.” The rosy pink of her nipples teased him, and he had no choice but to lower his mouth to her breast and stroke her taut peak with his tongue. Her flesh pebbled beneath his tongue, and she let out a breathy sigh of pleasure. Jack had to have more of her. He cupped both of her breasts and brought them together, then ran his tongue from one to the other. Her fingers slid under the back of his shirt and dug into his back, spurring him on. There were so many things he wanted to do with her that he’d never done with anyone else. As he unbuttoned Savannah’s jeans, then pushed his hand down to her belly, he ran his finger over the Band-Aid sized patch. She had him completely losing his mind, and knowing she’d taken care of things for both of them made her all that much sweeter.

  “Birth control pat—” she whispered.

  “I know.” He settled his teeth on her neck and kissed her roughly, then pushed his hand lower to her bare pubic area. She licked her lower lip, and all sorts of sexual thoughts ran through his mind. Thoughts he’d never had with any other woman. He wanted to experience every inch of Savannah’s body in every way he could, and he wanted her to do the same with him.

  He took her in a deep, rough kiss and curled his finger against her wetness. She was so hot and ready that he had to stifle the urge to come undone. The friction of her jeans against his hand and the pulse of her insides urging him deeper set him in motion. In one swift move, he pulled her jeans down to her ankles and she stepped from them; then he ripped her shirt over her head, knowing that his hunger showed in his hard stare and in his raging cock, trapped beneath his jeans.

  Savannah fumbled with his belt, and again he held her wrist and shook his head. If he had any hopes of lasting, he had to take his fill in other ways first and bring her to the heights she deserved. He set her on the edge of the mattress and laid her down, then used his feet to spread her legs apart so he fit between as he came down upon her.

  “Let me cherish you.” The huskiness of his own voice surprised him, and he buried the surprise in another kiss. He could kiss her all night and never tire of it. She kissed him eagerly, plunging her tongue against his, then taking his lower lip in her teeth and pulling back gently. “You’re gonna make me come just by doing that.”

  Savannah licked her lips, and he groaned again. When had he become so greedy? He moved down her body, licking the crest of her breasts, groping the perfect dip of her waist, and finally, he grabbed the tender curve of her hips and slid her farther up on the bed. Go slow. Slow, slow, slow. She pushed his shoulders, urging him lower. She was so open to him that it filled his heart, and as he dragged his tongue in one slow swipe, tasting the sweetness between her thighs, he wanted nothing more than to make her feel good all over. She arched toward him. His body trembled with urgency as he licked her again, this time deeper, feeling her gentle pulses of excitement against his tongue. The throbbing in his jeans sent his heart racing faster and faster. Savannah dug her fingernails in his shoulders, pushing him against the arch of her hips, and every hope he had of going slow fell away. With one last swipe of his tongue, he settled his mouth over her and flicked her sensitive nub with his tongue, then thrust his tongue deep inside, feeling her thighs tighten against him and feeling her body tremble within his grasp. He used one finger to tease her as he lapped at her wetness, then thrust the index finger of his other hand inside of her, soaking it with her heat. She gasped and dug her nails deeper. Jack gritted his teeth against the sharp pain and slid the wet finger beneath her, searching for the only other place he could enter her. He lifted his eyes long enough to see Savannah’s eyes fluttering closed.

  “Okay?” His voice shook.

  “Yes. God, yes.”

  He pushed his fingers into her, rubbing her with his other hand, and continued stroking her with his tongue.

  “Jack. Jack. Jack.” Her words came out in long, heady pants.

  “Come for me, angel,” he urged. He licked her faster, harder, thrusting his finger in and out as the orgasm enveloped her and she bucked against him. She flung her head from side to side, breathing hard and clenching the sheets in one fist while clawing his shoulder with the other.

  “OhGodohGodohGod,” she cried.

  Jack wanted to rip off his jeans and thrust himself into her, but she was so beautiful when she came. Her breasts heaved up and down as she rode the crest of her release. A gratified smile lifted her lips as the tension in her legs eased. Jack knew she’d be ten times as sensitive at that very second. He lowered his tongue to her once again, teasing her before grazing her with his teeth.

  “Oh God, Jack.” She writhed beneath him, and he felt like the luckiest guy in the world to have been the one to bring her such pleasure as her body convulsed again in another rush of pulses.

  A high-pitched cry escaped her lips, and he had to capture it. He pulled his finger out slowly, and as she gasped her disappointment, he was on top of her, his mouth over hers, and she was licking her own juices from his tongue, thrusting her tongue into his mouth with such fervor it made his body shake. Jesus, every sensation with Savannah was heightened, more erotic. Jack wondered what he’d experienced before and realized that whatever it was, it had made him happy at the time. What he had before was good. What he had with Savannah was magnificent.

  She grabbed his cheeks. Her eyes flashed open, dark and impassioned. “Take me, Jack. I want you.”

  He knew once he started he wouldn’t be able to stop. Every kiss made him want her more. He wanted every tender touch, every taste, and every moment to last forever. None of it was enough. He pushed himself from the bed and unbuckled his belt, then stepped from his jeans and briefs. His formidable erection sprang free, and as he closed his eyes and drew his shirt over his head, he felt Savannah’s slim fingers wrap around him. She stroked him with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Jack threw his shirt on the floor and looked down at her before his eyes closed against the pleasure of her wet mouth on his hard length. He tangled his hands in her thick hair and let her lead the dance as she took him deeply into her mouth and then drew him out slowly. God, she was killing him, a slow torturous death. He didn’t want to come in her mouth. He wanted to be inside of her. He wanted to be gentle and loving, but every fiber of him ached for release.

  She grabbed his hand and pressed it harder against her head, helping him move her forward and back. Jack threw his head back and drew in a deep breath, turned on by her aggression. He did as she urged, and with both hands, he moved her faster. He drove deeper into her mouth, until he could feel the back of her throat against the tip.

  “Savannah, no. Not like this.”

  She looked up at him, her lips still wrapped around him, and he just about lost it. She released him slowly.

  “I want to do everything with you, Jack.”

  Her eyes were wide, innocent, but in the next second, darkness stole the innocence and translated as pure, sexual lust. He wrestled with his next move. God, he wanted to be inside her, but how could he turn down such a desirous plea?

  “Explore with me. I’ve never explored my sexuality like this with anyone, Jack.” She rose to her feet. “I want you in ways I have never wanted anyone before.”

  “Jesus, Savannah.” He took her mouth in a rough kiss, their teeth clashing, their tongues digging deep, hard. All hope of restrain
t shattered. He lowered her to the bed and climbed on top of her, pressing her into the mattress as he straddled her, his knees pinning her arms out to the side.

  “Yes, Jack,” she urged, lifting her head so she could lick his balls.

  His head fell back and his groin tightened. He’d do anything for her. With her. To her. Whatever she wanted, but this felt so good and so wrong at the same time. He wanted her to know how much he’d begun to care for her. He wasn’t brought up to believe that you treated the person you cared for this roughly—even if it was what she wanted. Even if it spiked all the dirty thoughts he’d ever conjured up. He couldn’t do it. He set her arms free, and as he lowered his body on top of hers, he saw disappointment in her eyes.

  “I want more with you, Jack. I want to experience everything with you—sexually and otherwise,” Savannah said. “I don’t know why, but I do.”

  He kissed her again. “So do I. But I want you to know how I feel about you. It’s not just sex for me.”

  “For me either,” she whispered. “Love me, Jack. I know it’s crazy. We’ve only known each other a few days, but I can’t pretend I don’t feel it, and if you run the other way, you do. I want whatever I can have. A day, an hour.”

  She said everything he felt and had been hiding from. “A lifetime.” The words came out before he could check them, and when he realized what he’d said, he knew he meant it. “I’m broken, Savannah, but I’m fixable. I know I am.”

  She pushed him onto his back and ran her hands along his chest. He closed his eyes, drinking in her loving touch. Her lips found his nipples, and she stroked them with her tongue, caressing his chest with her small hands. Jack could barely breathe. His empty world was becoming full once again, and when she straddled him and lowered herself onto him, taking in every inch of his hard length, he opened his eyes and met her gaze. She pressed her palms on his chest as she moved in a quick rhythm against him. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her down to him so he could taste her lips once again. Her mouth was heaven—warm, wet, needy. Her slim hips moved in perfect time to his efforts, stringing his nerves into tight cords. She drew away and arched her back, moving faster, growing tighter around him.

  “Jack,” she cried.

  “Savannah.” He got the word out just before every muscle tightened, and he gritted his teeth against his powerful release.

  Savannah moaned, loud and high-pitched.

  Jack’s groans were deep and growly as pleasure tore through his chest, stealing his breath and flexing every muscle until they ached. He thrust hard as he filled her with his love, meeting her quick throbs with his own strong thrusts until blissful shivers replaced the urgency and she came to rest on his chest.

  Savannah moved beside him, her hand on his chest, her head in the crook of his shoulder. He drew her closer, loving the feel of her bare legs over his and her breasts against his side.

  She touched his cheek and turned his face toward her. His heart swelled with emotions he had ignored for so long that he’d wondered if he would ever feel them again. Instead of scaring him, it reassured him. He was going to be okay. His soul hadn’t died with Linda after all.

  Savannah’s lips brushed his. “Any weird thoughts creeping into your head?” she asked.

  “Not the kind I was worried about.” He rolled toward her and kissed her again, surprised when he became hard once again.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  SAVANNAH PROPPED HERSELF up on her elbow and watched Jack sleep. If only every Wednesday morning could look this good. She’d noticed when they were on the mountain that he hadn’t slept much, and now his chest rose and fell in a peaceful cadence. His entire beautiful body was relaxed. There were no bulging veins or tense muscles, just six foot four inches of perfectly sculpted sleeping man. She thought about the scars she’d felt on his back and wondered how he’d gotten them. Jack was plowing through so many changes that she didn’t feel pressure to know all of his secrets at once. She had a feeling that there were some things Jack had to reveal when he felt comfortable and safe. For him, she could be patient.

  She had the urge to run her finger along the sexy tufts of hair on his chest. Hell, she had the urge to put her lips on his and feel his desire lengthen against her again, but it was only five thirty in the morning and they hadn’t blown out the candles until three thirty. She lay back and stared at the ceiling, thinking about the hours they’d spent caressing every inch of each other’s bodies. A shiver ran through her. She could practically feel him inside of her again. A string of worry sifted through her mind. Will he think I’m slutty because of the things we did? Was I too aggressive? Oh God. He said I was not at all like Linda. What if he wants someone just like her? She closed her eyes. Will Linda always be with us?

  She felt the mattress move, and Jack’s large hand covered her bare stomach. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered.

  Please don’t think I’m a slut. She opened her eyes, and he smiled. Sleepiness hovered in his deep blue eyes, and just beyond, a spark flickered. A hungry spark.

  “Morning.”

  “What time is it?” He ran his hand down her ribs, over the arc of her hip, and squeezed her thigh.

  Jack’s touch, his voice, his kisses—Oh God, his kisses!—nourished her in ways she’d never known she was missing.

  “Five thirty,” she answered.

  He sighed and lay back down. The comforter covered him from the hips down, and there was no mistaking what caused the tented fabric.

  “I have to be somewhere at nine.” He rolled onto his side again and pressed himself against her.

  She wanted to climb right back on top of him and forget about work and whatever he had to do altogether. She put her hand on his cheek, and the rough stubble added another wanton thought to her already horny mind.

  “I have to be at work at eight,” she managed.

  He kissed her lightly, then ran the pad of his thumb along her cheekbone, following the line of her jaw to her chin, and placed a kiss in the center of it. She loved when he touched her like that—like he was memorizing everything about her.

  “About last night,” he whispered.

  Savannah closed her eyes. Don’t say it. If it was a mistake, please don’t tell me. Send me a text. Leave me a message. Just let me live in this amazing fantasy for a few more minutes, please. She opened her eyes, readying herself for the kick to her heart that she feared.

  “I meant every word I said.” Jack leaned his forehead against hers. “Every word, Savannah. I know it’s fast and maybe even crazy.”

  She couldn’t breathe.

  He brushed her hair from her forehead and kissed her there. “But what I feel for you runs so deep. All those things we did together…”

  Embarrassment clenched her chest and squeezed. OhGodohGod.

  Jack shook his head. His touch was so tender as he drew his hand up along her rib cage, and his thumb brushed the underside of her breast. Savannah gasped a quiet breath.

  “I want to crawl beneath your skin and become one with you.” His gaze was a sensual caress, his voice a tether to her heart.

  She put her hand behind his neck and pulled him to her, and she kissed him as she had so many times the night before. She’d memorized the way he stroked her tongue with a rhythm that was all his own, and when his hand found her breast, the weight of it had already become familiar, and she pressed in to him. She believed his words because every confession came with a touch of proof. Jack Remington was no longer hiding behind anger and guilt, and that was clear in his eyes, his words, his touch.

  Savannah put her cheek against his and whispered, “Why did it take so long for us to find each other?”

  His eyes narrowed as his hand slipped between her legs. “Fate. I wouldn’t have been ready before now.”

  He stroked her lightly, teasing her until she swelled and became slick against his fingers. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be spoiled by his touch. When she was w
ith Connor, she’d always felt pressure to perform, and with Jack it was just the opposite. She wanted to touch him, to please him, and she wanted to be loved by him—but there was no rush, no feeling of mandatory reciprocation.

  Jack kissed her lips, then licked a slow trail down her neck and dragged his teeth along the sharp edge of her collarbone. Savannah sucked in a quick breath, her insides tugging for him, needing him. His fingers moved in slow erotic strokes, never once entering her. She arched her neck back, then grabbed his wrist, urging him to enter her. Then his mouth was on hers, kissing her with such intensity that it spurred a rush of fire through her center. His fingers moved faster, his tongue devoured her mouth, and his erection pressed against her leg. She breathed in deeply through her nose, inhaling his masculine scent. His eyes blinked open, and the veracity in them sent her spiraling toward the edge. The muscles in her legs flexed, and her insides squeezed tight.

  “Jack.”

  In the next breath, he was inside her, loving her fast and hard.

  “Ah,” she cried, grabbing his hips.

  He slowed, and she knew he thought he’d hurt her. She pulled him toward her, urging him deeper.

  “More,” was all she could say.

  He groaned, and she knew by the tension in his body, as she’d learned the night before, he was just as close to coming undone as she was. She arched her hips to meet his thrusts and spread her knees as wide as they would go, allowing him to penetrate her deeper. His eyes widened and his breaths came harder, faster, as he quickened his pace.

  She clenched the silky sheets in her fists and curled her toes under as the sensations heightened. She needed to come so badly—but she wanted to do it with him.

  “Jack,” she urged. “Come with me.”

  He thrust harder. Savannah dug her heels into the mattress to keep from inching up the slippery sheets. Sweat beaded their bodies, and Jack brushed his lips over hers. “Now, Savannah.”

  With his next thrust, Savannah cried out his name, rocking her hips against his, turned on by the masculine grunts that sifted into her ears and clutched her heart. She felt herself falling for everything about him, from the muscles rippling beneath her fingers to the softness of his midnight confessions. The way he asked if it was okay to touch her in certain places and the way he forced control in others. Her body shook beneath him with the last sensual constriction of her climax.