Free Jack & Jilted by Cathy Yardley Page B

didn’t even take off his clothes, unwilling to court disaster again. When he nudged her onto his bed, he could see her surprise. He kissed her thoroughly, feasting on her supple mouth, until he felt her hands roaming restlessly over him, tugging at his T-shirt. He removed it, but when she reached for his pants, he inched back.
    “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice full of concern.
    “This is for you, remember?” he said and then kissed her throat, moving lower, between her breasts. He pressed kisses against each inside curve, relishing her small gasps.
    “You don’t have to….”
    “Hush,” he whispered against her stomach, enjoying the tremors that his breath produced. He’d wanted her like this when he’d massaged her, he remembered, his body going rigid at the simple memory.
    “Jack…” Her voice was uncertain, but her fingers curled into his hair.
    “It’s okay,” he reassured her, tickling a trail past her belly button with the tip of his tongue and then pressing small, heated kisses against her inner thighs. “Trust me,” he said, taking one last look at her and winking at her.
    He dipped between her legs, tasting her, reveling in her. She hadn’t done this before, he could tell. Her gasps and jerky, reflexive movements revealed that much. However, she also enjoyed it. She was breathing in short, uneven gasps, and her hips began to move beneath him, pressing up to meet him before withdrawing. He focused on her clit while he inched a finger inside her, pressing up on her secret spot.
    She cried out, a noise of pure pleasure, and he smiled against her, continuing. She was panting now, murmuring incoherent words of encouragement until finally she exploded, letting out a rippling shriek of happiness.
    He leaned back, smiling, sure that it looked smug but not meaning to be. She looked overwhelmed, shocked by what had just happened.
    Now you know how I felt, lady. He was so happy he was almost giddy with it—and he wasn’t the type to be giddy over anything.
    “Oh, my God,” she said after breathing hard for several minutes. “I never…that was…”
    “You’re welcome,” he said. Now that was smug. He stretched out next to her, propping his head up with one arm.
    “But you didn’t…” she said belatedly, pointing to his pants, which he was still wearing. There was a noticeable tent-pole effect, thanks to his body’s hardness.
    “No, I didn’t,” he said.
    “But…that’s not fair.”
    “Now you know how I felt last night,” he said, pushing a strand of hair away from her face.
    She nodded. “It’s better if it’s both of us,” she said. And her eyes were warm.
    He smiled. A woman after his own heart. This time when she reached for his belt, he let her, helping her by easing off his pants and boxers. He got another condom, rolling it on hastily. She reached for him, welcoming as the ocean, and he slid into her. She was already wet and ready, but she still moaned appreciatively. He could feel her snug passage closing around him, and it was all he could do to breathe.
    Slow, go slow, he counseled himself, easing back and then pressing in, trembling at the sheer sensual overload of the feel of her, the smell of her. She angled her hips, taking more of him in, wrapping her legs around his waist. She did this little twist with her hips, driving him crazy, making him speed up. Go slow!
    “Oh, Jack,” she breathed into his ear, and her hands clutched at his shoulders. Her hips were moving in the same rhythm as they had been earlier. “Jack, I think I’m going to…”
    He felt her tighten around him, and it was suddenly impossible to go slow. He let his body take control, moving faster and harder into her, her hips meeting his every thrust, her breathing matching his.
    “Jack!” she cried out, and he lost it. He felt the release hit him like a freight train and he shuddered against her helplessly, his body pumping furiously as she clung to him.
    Now he collapsed, rolling to one