by Miranda Lee
Damn you, Jack, get your act together!
He had no option but to kiss her again. But the feel of her bare breasts pressed against his chest threatened to unravel him. When she wound her arms up around his neck and melted against him, his battle for control looked in danger of being lost.
He wrenched his mouth away, his own breathing very ragged. He had to get her away from him for a while.
He sat her down on the side of the bed, keeping his eyes averted from her breasts—and the rest of her delicious body—whilst he removed her shoes. As a distancing ploy, it failed miserably. His hands would not obey him, sliding up her calves, caressing her knees then moving on to her by then quivering thighs.
A desire such as he’d never known gripped him, compelling him to tip her back onto the bed and remove her panties.
How he managed to ease them down her legs slowly instead of ripping them off her, he had no idea.
Just in time, he reefed his mind back from the brink, steeling himself to ignore his own increasingly desperate need and take his time with her.
But it was going to be difficult. More difficult than he’d ever imagined. She affected him, this girl, in ways he had yet to understand. If he didn’t know better, he might think he was falling in love with her.
The thought startled him. Jack didn’t fall in love. Henever fell in love. He was like Hal. Dead inside. And hard.
But not with this girl. She brought out the softness in him.
She stared up at him as he rose to his feet, her eyes wide yet trusting. She was waiting for him to make love to her.Make love , Jack. Not have sex.
Make love to her, then, man. And do it well.
Because she deserves it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
LISAswallowed as she watched his hands go to his bow-tie, flicking it undone whilst he kicked his shoes off. His jacket followed next. Then his socks.
He was going to take everything off, she realised dazedly. Going to get naked. As naked as she was.
Why wasn’t she embarrassed, lying there in front of Jack without any clothes on? Why wasn’t she trying to cover herself up? Why wasn’t she searching her mind for any excuse to cut and run?
She certainly had been earlier.
But that was before he’d kissed her a zillion times. And before she’d been consumed with the craving for more.
His kisses were no longer enough.
So she lay there, with a huge lump in her throat and the desperate hope that he was right and she was about to become the woman she’d always secretly wanted to be.
His shirt went the same way as his jacket and bow-tie, revealing the magnificent upper body Lisa already suspected he had. His skin was deeply tanned, a V of dark curls covering the area between his broad chest muscles, arrowing down past his washboard stomach into the waistband of his trousers…that waist band which he’d just snapped open.
Lisa found herself holding her breath as he reefed the zip down and pushed the trousers off his slim hips.
His legs were as muscular as his arms, his black briefs straining to contain his erection.
Lisa’s mouth dried when they hit the floor as well.
‘Let’s get that quilt off,’ he said with a warm smile as he walked towards the bed. ‘And you up onto the pillows.’
He scooped her up as if she were a feather, holding her against him with one arm whilst he flung back the black velvet quilt with the other.
Lisa could not help thinking how she’d made this very bed yesterday, never imagining that tonight she would be sleeping in it.
Yet here she was, being lowered into the crisp white sheets, naked as the day she was born.
She shivered when Jack stretched out beside her.
‘Not cold, are you?’ he enquired.
‘No,’ she choked out. Just shockingly nervous.
‘Methinks she needs some more kissing.’
His lips took a passionate possession of hers, his right hand cupping her chin and keeping her mouth captive beneath his.
Not that it needed to be kept captive. She was already addicted to Jack’s kisses, loving the way he dominated her with his mouth, and his tongue.
But this was the first time he’d kissed her lying down. And the first time they’d been naked together.
The feel of his bare body pressed up against hers was electrifying. She yearned for more contact, wanting his hands on other, more intimate places.
As though he sensed her need, his hand slid down from her chin to her breast, caressing the rock-like tip till she shuddered uncontrollably. He immediately stopped kissing her and bent down to put his mouth where his hand had been.
Lisa almost jackknifed from the bed when he sucked on her breast, the tugging sensation sending wildfrissons of pleasure rippling down her spine. He pressed her back down with his large hand splayed wide over her stomach, and kept on sucking her nipple.
Oh, yes, she thought. Yes!
When his hand moved lower and slid between her legs, her pleasure doubled. No,tripled!
Jack seemed to know just where to touch to make her squirm with delight. And all the while his mouth remained on her breast, sometimes sucking, sometimes licking, sometimes taking her sensitised nipple between his teeth and tugging it ever so gently.
Soon, she wanted still more. Not his fingers. Him. She wantedhim . How amazing! She’d never wanted a man like this before. Never wanted sex like this before. Never wanted to feel a man plunging deep into her.
Yet she wanted Jack. And she wanted him now.
‘Jack,’ she cried out in a voice she did not recognise.
His head lifted and their eyes met.
‘Please,’ she begged him. ‘Please…’
‘I have to get a condom, Lisa.’
‘No, no, don’t leave me. It’s safe. I promise you it’s safe.’ She hadn’t long finished her period. ‘I can’t possibly get pregnant.’
Jack would have loved to just keep going. But he hadn’t exercised an iron will over his own control to lose his head now.
The fact she was so turned on pleased him no end. Hell, he couldn’t have felt more thrilled. But she would hate herself afterwards if he did what she thought she wanted. She would worry about other things. She was a Virgo, after all.
Still, he could understand her desperation. There were times, especially with women, when any delay could be disastrous. She needed a climax and she needed it now.
‘Close your eyes and don’t think,’ he ordered her brusquely.
Lisa gasped with shock when Jack slid even further down her body, once again putting his mouth where his hands had been.
Never had she allowed Greg such an intimacy with her. Never ever!
For a split-second her mind revolted, but then his lips and tongue found the right spot and she was lost to sensations which could only be described as deliciously decadent. Her body wallowed in the most primal pleasure whilst her prudish mind tried to get around all that he was doing to her down there. One part of her wanted to push him away. But the overriding part refused to obey. His mouth kept her in thrall whilst his fingers entered her, filling her, stretching her.Tormenting her.
Her head threshed from side to side, her mouth gaping wide as the cruellest tension gripped her body. Her chest felt like a vice around her heart, her belly tightening in a way she had never felt before. Her inner muscles followed suit, gripping Jack’s fingers.
‘Oh!’ she cried out when the first spasm hit. Then, ‘Ooooh,’ as more spasms followed, exquisitely pleasurable contractions which released her from wanting anything but that they go on forever.
Unfortunately, they didn’t, slowly declining in intensity till they stopped altogether.
‘Oooooh,’ she moaned, then went all limp and languid.
Lisa was lying there with heavy eyes and much slower breathing when Jack’s face materialised above hers, his hard grey eyes quite smug.
‘Good?’ he said.
For a moment, embarrassment threatened to raise i
ts spoiling head. He’d just been down there, after all, seeing and invading her with stunning intimacy.
But she refused to go back to being the woman she’d been before meeting Jack. That frigid failure of a female was about to be banished. Forever.
At the same time, Lisa could not seem to stop a hot blush from invading her cheeks.
‘Now, none of that, madam,’ Jack chided. ‘You’ve done nothing to feel ashamed of. You’re a normal, healthy woman who deserves a normal, healthy sex life. You’ve wasted too many years thinking you don’t like making love. You do. You just needed the right lover. Now, don’t go away, beautiful. And don’t start worrying. I’ll be back in a moment.’
Lisa barely had time to think before he came back. And this time, he was wearing a condom.
That Jack hadn’t yet been sexually satisfied had slipped Lisa’s mind. Which just showed how inexperienced she was when it came to matters in the bedroom.
‘So what did you think of your first orgasm?’ he asked after he’d rejoined her on the bed, startling her when he immediately began caressing her body, his fingertips running up and down her sides with long, feathery strokes.
‘What? Oh…yes. It was…incredible.’
‘The next one will be better.’
‘The next one?’
‘I did say you were in for a long night.’
‘But…’
He rolled over and braced himself on his elbows above her, his erection resting high on her stomach.
‘Lift your knees,’ he ordered her.
She didn’t even think about disobeying him. He was that sort of man.
‘This should feel better than my fingers,’ he said as he reached down and directed himself slowly into her.
Lisa swallowed. He was right. It felt much better than his fingers.
‘Now, wrap your legs around my waist. No, higher. You know, you’re amazingly tight for a woman who’s had a child.’
Lisa frowned at this last statement, which showed an intimate and expert knowledge of the female body.
You’re having sex with a playboy, she reminded herself, a man who’s been with a lot of women in his life. Don’t forget that he doesn’t fall in love with them, or keep them. You’re just a plaything, his latest penthouse pet. Don’t ever imagine you’ll be anything else.
But she still did as she was told, and he slid in even deeper, making her gasp.
‘I’m not hurting you, am I?’
‘No no, it’s…lovely.’ An understatement. It was…amazing.
He smiled. ‘That’s my girl.’
No, I’m not, she thought with a jolt to her potentially vulnerable heart. I’m just someone you fancy. For the moment. I’m disposable. And replaceable.
Always remember that, Lisa. Don’t let him con you. Or use you.
Jack’s a charming and very sexy man. But he’s a practised womaniser.
The thought distressed her to a degree.
Till she got hold of her silly self again.
‘Jack…’
‘What?’
‘Why do I like this with you? Why didn’t I like it with my husband? He really wasn’t that bad a lover.’
He shrugged his broad shoulders. ‘Who knows? Maybe you were too young. Some women mature late, sexually. And like I said, you weren’t in love with him.’
‘But I’m not in love with you, either.’
‘Thanks a bunch.’
‘You know what I mean. I don’t even know you. We only met yesterday.’
‘Falling in love has nothing to do with knowing each other, Lisa. It’s a physical thing, a chemistry. That’s where the sayinglove at first sight comes from. Still, maybe it should be called falling in lust, not love.’
‘I see. And did you fall in lust with me at first sight?’ she asked, intrigued by the concept.
‘Undoubtedly. Now, why don’t you shut up and let me show you how much.’
His moving inside her very definitely shut her up. She wrapped her arms and ankles around his back. Soon, she felt compelled to move with him, her hips lifting. Her hands dropped back down to grab his buttocks, her nails digging in as she pulled him even deeper into her.
‘If there’s anything I hate,’ Jack said with a raw groan, ‘it’s a quick learner.’
‘I’m going to come, Jack,’ she blurted out.
‘The heavens be praised!’
If she’d thought her first climax was fabulous, this one was beyond that. It wasn’t a shattering apart so much as a coming together. They cried out together, shuddered together, then found peace together, wrapped in each other’s arms.
This was what making love should always be like, Lisa thought rapturously.
Her yawn came out of the blue.
‘Time for a little nap, perhaps,’ Jack said softly, easing himself out of her and pulling a sheet up over her shoulders.
‘But I don’t want to sleep,’ she protested, even as she yawned again.
‘Don’t worry. I won’t let you sleep for long.’
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
JACKwatched her go to sleep, waiting till her eyelids stopped fluttering and her breathing was deep before he left her to go to the bathroom.
He just stood there, staring in the mirror, having a silent conversation with himself.
She’s a very special girl, Jack. Don’t you hurt her.
Of course I won’t. I’ll be good to her. And for her. She needed liberating from the prison of her imagined frigidity. She needs a man who can make her relax and have some fun for a change. But most of all, she needs a lot of great sex!
Jack’s next mission was to show her that making love did not always have to take place in the bedroom.
But first, he’d let her sleep for a while. He might even have a reviving nap himself. Make sure he was on top of his game for the next round.
Lisa stirred to the lightest touch on her shoulder.
For a split-second, she thought it was Cory, waking her after having a bad dream. But it wasn’t her son leaning over her. It was Jack.
He was sitting on the side of the bed and smiling down at her.
‘Feeling refreshed?’ he asked.
‘What…what time is it?’
‘Two-ish. You’ve been asleep for a couple of hours.’
‘Oh,’ Lisa said weakly as a whole rush of memories and emotions bombarded her.
There was still amazement over what had happened. But more than a dampening suspicion that her champagne consumption during dinnerhad played a role in making her more receptive to Jack’s lovemaking. A dull thudding in her temples indicated a hangover. Even worse was the shame that she’d been so easy to seduce, after all she’d said to him.
Her only solace was that she was at his place, and not her own.
At least Cory wasn’t around to witness his mother’s downfall.
‘Oh, no,’ Jack said, wagging his finger at her. ‘There’ll be none of that.’
‘None of what?’
‘Regrets and recriminations.’
‘But Iwas drunk, Jack,’ she insisted, clutching the sheet up over her breasts. ‘I have a splitting headache to prove it.’ It was an exaggeration, she knew. But she had to find some excuse for her behaviour.
‘You were not drunk. Not by the time we arrived here.’
‘Then why have I got a hangover?’
‘Sex can sometimes give people headaches. It’s the rise in blood pressure, then the sudden relaxing. I have some painkillers in the bathroom. Stay where you are. I’ll get you some.’
It wasn’t till he rose from the bed and began striding over to the bathroom that she realised he was still as naked as she was.
She stared at his bare bottom, shocked by the red scratch marks on his untanned buttocks.
Did I do that?
I must have.
It was a startling realisation, evidence of a wild passion which was already becoming a hazy memory. So were her climaxes. Had they really been so mind-blowing?
Jack wasn�
�t gone more than thirty seconds, returning with a glass of water and two tablets in his hand.
Not that she overly noticed either till he practically shoved them in her face. She’d been staring at his naked front this time. Didn’t he get embarrassed, walking around like that?