For Research Purposes Only

by Sahara Kelly

  “Pass me the Junior Mints, will you?” Jack squeezed her lightly.

  “Okay.”

  He popped one in his mouth. “C’mere.”

  The words were mumbled and Daphne blinked. He cupped her head and pulled her face to his.

  Ohmigod.

  He kissed her, a deep open-mouthed kiss that let her share the chocolate-mint taste melting on his tongue. It was…delicious. Mint crème, dark chocolate—and Jack.

  She pulled back, savoring the taste.

  “Good, huh?” His eyes gleamed wickedly in the flickering light from the screen.

  Voiceless, she nodded.

  Jack ate another candy. “Better make sure,” he mumbled.

  Once again his lips found hers. Ready this time, she eagerly opened her mouth and sought out his tongue, moving hers around and over and squirming to get closer. His arms held her tightly against his chest, and she let her own slide around his neck, angling her face to just the right position.

  There. Just there…she could barely breathe but it was…right. Who cared about stupid things like breathing anyway, when someone like Jack was darting his chocolate-minty tongue into her mouth and she was darting her own right back?

  Her breasts were beginning to ache from something as simple as a kiss. Although Daphne dimly realized there was nothing simple about Jack’s kisses. They were…intense.

  He put everything he had into them. His body moved against hers, his hands slid through her hair and around her neck, and he kissed her like there was nothing else in the world he’d rather do right at this moment.

  And she wholeheartedly agreed with that sentiment.

  Finally, their lips parted, and Daphne sucked in badly needed air, tasting the cool rush of mint as she did so.

  “I like mints.” Jack gazed at her.

  “Me too.” She stared back, unable to look away from his face. It was heated, his eyelids heavy and a little pulse thudded at the base of his neck. She knew her own pulse was thudding in a similar rhythm, and obeying some instinct she leaned forward and daringly pressed her lips to the quivering spot just inside his collar.

  His response was immediate.

  He grasped her and pulled her onto his lap, letting her legs dangle over the padded arm of the seat.

  “Jack…what are you…someone will see…”

  His chuckle sounded in her ear. “No they won’t. Remember where we are. In our own private bird’s nest. No one even knows we’re up here. As long as we’re quiet…”

  And he was right. Daphne darted a glance around her and could see nothing of the other theatergoers below them, just the darkened boxes jutting from the opposite wall.

  “So we just keep very quiet, right?” He slid his hands to her legs and proceeded to run one palm beneath her skirt to her knee.

  She gasped.

  “Sshhh.”

  Right. She had to sshhh when his hand was on her leg and moving upwards. Slowly. So darn slowly it was killing her.

  He wriggled her around so that one arm lay behind his neck and the rest of her was available to him. Well hell. Daphne moved her head and astounded herself by nipping his earlobe. Two can play at this game.

  Jack groaned.

  “Sshhh.” Daphne whispered the word with a great deal of satisfaction as she felt a rather nice hardness stir beneath her butt.

  But he got his own back by sliding further beneath her skirt and finding…

  “Daphne. You shock me. Stockings?” It was a harsh whisper in her ear, accompanied by the feel of his hot palm on her naked thigh.

  She’d tried to ignore the promptings of her newly discovered inner slut when dressing for this date with Jack, but the siren’s song of that wild lingerie buried in the back of her drawer had been too great. The silk hose had slid up her legs like a kiss, and the garter belt that went with them had made her feel…sensual.

  Now she was extraordinarily glad she’d listened to that inner woman. Who was sitting back, grinning, and thinking to herself… “Wait ‘til he discovers the matching thong.”

  Chapter Nine

  Jack swallowed down a moan of pleasure as his fingers found heated skin and lace. For a man who’d spent a good portion of his adult years watching women in miniscule amounts of lingerie, filming women removing that lingerie and then getting themselves solidly fucked, he was astounding himself with his reaction.

  His cock was harder than granite, threatening to bust through his fly at any moment, and all because of a sweet, warm armful of innocent librarian.

  In sexy underwear.

  His hand traveled on and found—oh sweet Jesus—naked buttock. His daring Daphne was wearing a thong.

  He closed his eyes, letting his sense of touch tell him what his eyes could not see. He discovered a garter belt, edged with some soft stuff, lace probably, and the elastic garters were locked onto the tops of her stockings. The small thin strip of silk that comprised her thong nestled between her buttocks, and he drove himself quietly insane by slipping his hand between the fabric and her flesh.

  She gasped with pleasure as his fingers ran the length of her cleft and found her juices soaking the silk.

  “What color?” His voice barely worked and he cleared his throat to try again. “What color is this stuff?”

  Daphne licked his jawline, making him shiver. “White.”

  “Oh yeah…” He kissed her again, more passionately this time, letting his tongue match the movements of his fingers against her pussy. “White is good.”

  This time it was Daphne’s turn to moan, and he hushed her with another kiss.

  She moved sinuously against him as he played with her and gently eased the thong away from her body. She reached for his shirt.

  “Not this time,” he growled. He pulled her hand away from his body. “Touch me and I’m finished. This is for you, babe.”

  She blinked at him, obviously trying to make sense of his words. “Don’t you want…”

  “Oh yeah I do. Make no mistake. I want to, real bad.” He grabbed her hand and pulled it to his crotch, shifting her off his lap for a few blessed moments and letting her feel his arousal.

  Fucking hell. It was bad enough having her ass heating it, but the touch of her hand was even worse. “This will tell you how much I want to.”

  It would probably tell half a city block if it gets any bigger. Just hang a sign from it. Guy about to lose it in his jeans. Please leave towels at the zipper.

  “So why…?” Her question hung in the air between them.

  “Because…because I want to make love to you, Daphne. I want to bury this…” He shifted slightly into her hand. “…deep inside your body. Feel you coming around me like there’s no tomorrow.”

  Her fingers tightened around his cock and he clenched his teeth. “But I’m not going to do it here.”

  “No?”

  Goddamn it to hell. She sounded disappointed.

  “No. You deserve better.” Jack stuck to his guns and wondered how much it would cost him to get his back molars recapped after he cracked them. “You deserve soft sheets, a warm room and at least several hours.”

  “Oh…if you say so…” The words came out on a sigh.

  “I do.” And I’m so fucking nuts I should have myself committed. “So right now, you’re just going to let me play.”

  “I am?”

  “Yep.” Well, his fillings had held out so far. Perhaps dental surgery wouldn’t be necessary after all.

  “And I suppose you didn’t think to bring any protection with you…” Her voice sounded thoughtful.

  “Uh…well…I…” Jack’s mind flew to the condom in his back pocket. “Just let me play for a while, okay?”

  An odd smile crossed her face. “Okay. I like it when you play with me, Jack.”

  He was going to die. No two ways about it.

  She leaned back against him and slipped one arm around his waist, letting her legs fall apart slightly. It was an invitation he couldn’t refuse, and he tugged at her thong,
freeing it and pulling it slowly down and away from her body.

  She wriggled and kicked her way free, as his imagination blinded him with a vision of her pussy framed by her garter belt, stockings…and nothing else.

  There were advantages to being in the darkness of a movie theater, Jack realized. He had to rely on other senses to fill his mind, and for once he let his fingers do the walking. Used to relying on his vision for so many things, it was a unique experience for him to “fly blind”.

  “You feel so good…so soft…and wet…” He whispered the words, knowing they were turning her on. He could feel her moisture slicking over his fingers. “You know what I’d like, Daph?”

  “Whaaat?” She choked as he found her swollen clit and softly flicked it.

  “Shhh.” He grinned, painfully. Christ, this was turning him on as much as it was her.

  “I’d like to have my mouth on you right now. Here.” He cupped her mound and she gasped, her thighs jerking together.

  “What?”

  “Oh yeah. I want to taste you, Daph. I want to lick you and eat you and stick my tongue into these soft pussy folds of yours…”

  “Jaaaaack…”

  “Has anybody ever done that to you, sweetheart?”

  She shook her head, and Jack saw wide-eyed wonder in her brown gaze as the lights flickered across her face.

  “I think you’d enjoy it, honey. I know I would. There’s nothing like it.” His hand continued to soothe and stroke and fondle her. She was soaking wet now. He was getting to her but good.

  A sharp pain reminded him he was getting to himself too. He shifted his hips slightly to ease the pressure of his fly on the telephone pole that had replaced his cock sometime during the movie.

  “I…don’t know…it sounds…”

  “Like fun? Like heaven? Resting your thighs on my shoulders as I lift your ass in my hands and find this little spot…right here…with my tongue?” He found her clit again and pressed gently next to it, letting her indrawn breath tell him of her delight.

  “I’d stroke this with my tongue…fast at first…then slowly…just teasing you, you know?”

  “Uhhh…” Daphne was boneless in his arms as he continued his assault on her senses. Her moisture flooded his hands and her breasts were rising and falling rapidly as she panted on his lap.

  He leaned forward and lightly sucked one taut nipple into his mouth through the thin cotton of her shirt, feeling the delicate lace of her bra yield to his touch.

  And let two fingers slide into her cunt.

  “Aaahhh…God…Jaaaack…”

  He loved the way she breathed his name. The long, drawn-out “a” that sounded like a woman on the verge of orgasm. He moved his fingers, learning her, feeling the folds of flesh surrounding him, sucking him inside her, begging for his touch.

  He lost himself in the pleasure of giving…pleasure.

  It was a unique moment of sheer bliss for Jack, and it almost stunned him with its intensity. His body seemed to come alive to each and every little shudder Daphne made. His focus was on her, her breathing, her scent, the softness of the skin between her thighs and the heat of her juices scalding his hand. It was, for one of the few times Jack could remember, all about giving. Freely, without restraint, no questions asked, nothing expected in return. Just giving.

  And it was almost unbearably wonderful.

  * * * * *

  Daphne felt her body opening to accept Jack’s touch like the proverbial rosebud opening after a rainstorm.

  That she was producing the rainstorm herself didn’t go unnoticed, as she could feel her own juices slicking her skin and Jack’s fingers. Dear heavens, he could turn her on.

  The fact that Rick and Ilsa were negotiating the tricky waters of occupied Casablanca went over her head.

  The fact that they were in a darkened movie theater box went unnoticed.

  Daphne’s world had narrowed down to that extra-sensitive place between her legs, and the myriad of incredible sensations caused by a man’s hand right there.

  She was torn.

  Torn by the urge to scream—which she knew she couldn’t—and torn by the urge to do something…anything…to let him know her pleasure.

  She reached up to his face and pulled it down to hers, daringly letting her tongue run over his lips.

  He groaned and opened his mouth, pressing it into hers and thrusting his tongue deep. He still tasted divine—all chocolate-minty and Jack—and her senses swam as his movements mimicked those of his fingers. The ones he’d buried inside her wet heat.

  Oh good Lord above. What the man could do with his hands.

  Slowly at first, then more rapidly, Jack learned her body, teasing with light flickers and pressing with just the right amount of force on places Daphne never knew existed. Let alone could send her into orbit when touched just—so.

  “Jack…I’m…you’re…oh Jaaaack…”

  He kissed her again, hard, capturing her moans and swallowing her breaths. She felt lightheaded, dizzy and electrified as her body began tingling all over.

  He slipped a hand inside her shirt and cradled her breast, lacy bra and all, gently rubbing his thumb over her hard nipple and making her gasp all over again. The dual assault on her senses was too much to withstand. He was pushing her inexorably over the edge.

  And she wanted to fall.

  “Let it happen, Daph. I’m here. I’m holding you…” His voice rasped softly in her ear. “I want to feel you come in my arms. Around my hand. To know that I’m doing this to you. Just me. With my touch.”

  “I…” The words seized in her throat.

  “Come for me babe. Here. In the darkness. Let me share it…press your breasts against my hand. Open your legs wide…don’t hide it, don’t stop it…don’t fight it. Come for me. It’s okay…”

  Well, darn it. How could she refuse a request like that?

  His arms tightened around her as her breathing faltered and shivers of arousal trailed over her body. She was there. She was ready.

  And she let go.

  The music from the screen blared and obliterated her squeak of release as Jack held her snug against him, his mouth plastered to hers, his fingers moving deep inside. She came, rattling herself from her shinbones to her back teeth, and clenching around Jack’s touch with a ferocity that amazed her.

  She shook and shuddered in his arms, gasping for air and biting back sobs of pleasure. It was a blindingly intense orgasm, and one like Daphne could never have imagined in her wildest dreams.

  Until now. Until Jack.

  And it went on—and on. Just when she thought it was over, Jack moved a little, stroked another place and sent her ricocheting off into the ether again—and again.

  Holy multiple orgasms.

  He was making her body do things she’d thought were strictly reserved for the fervid imaginations of sexual counselors, or overheated romance writers. Certainly not relatively down-to-earth librarians.

  And he was with her, all the way. She could sense him as she rolled the waves of her climax, breathing with her, holding her tightly, sharing the intensity with her and knowing—somehow—exactly how to prolong the moment and bring her the maximum pleasure.

  And that only added to her ecstasy.

  Knowing that her every whimper, every little twitch and gasp, was being shared and observed by a man solely focused on her, Daphne, was the most arousing thing of all.

  She had no idea that a man could do such a thing. It was…overwhelming in its implications.

  The ability to consider those implications vanished as she subsided into a boneless heap of contentment in Jack’s arms.

  “Oh God.”

  “Oh Daph…” He sounded—moved.

  “Jack…I don’t know what to say.”

  His lips feathered little kisses over her jawline and up to her ear, making her shiver with delight. “Don’t say anything. That was amazing, Daph.”

  She managed a tired giggle. “Easy for you to say. I’d prefe
r the word ‘earth-shattering’ myself.”

  She felt his mouth curve into that grin she loved. “See? I told you date night at the movies could be fun.”

  He slid his fingers from her body and she sighed at the loss. He’d felt so…so…right with his hand between her legs. Dear God, she’d become a wanton slut. And she loved every minute of it.

  “Fun? Jack…this isn’t fun. This is…” She sought for words.

  None came to mind. She simply reached for his cheek and ran her hand softly over its smooth surface, letting her fingers brush his mouth. “Thank you.”

  She leaned forward and kissed him gently, letting her lips say all the things that her heart felt and her mind couldn’t find the words to express.

  His own kiss told her he understood. Little brushes of his skin against hers, light licks of his tongue around her mouth…he petted her with his touch, calmed and soothed her, and sent her into a warm place she never wanted to leave.

  It was heaven. Sheer, unadulterated, post-orgasmic bliss.

  And Daphne’s heart nearly thudded to a halt at the implications.

  Oh…crap.

  She was falling in love with Jack Foster.

  No. Check that statement. She’d gone and done it. She was already in love with Jack Foster.

  He confirmed it when the light from the movie screen touched his face and she saw the grin she adored curve his lips. “You know something, Daph?”

  She shook her head, happy just to look at him.

  “I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”

  His timing was perfect. The final words of “Casablanca” echoed through the theater and into her heart.

  Oh hell. She was lost, for sure.

  Chapter Ten

  “Please?”

  Daphne looked shocked. “But Jack, for goodness sake…”

  Jack grinned. “I swear by…by Humphrey Bogart…I’ve never asked a woman this before. Honest, Daph. Please? Be my first?”

  She blushed. Fuck, she blushed like a schoolgirl and Jack loved making those pinks and reds flood her cheeks. “I don’t know…”

  “Aw, c’mon babe. Is it so much to ask?”