Free Exposed by S Anders Page B

used her own fingers. Would Jack think her lacking if she didn't come? Should she fake it with him?
    She tried to let her body go where it wanted to go, into the blazing heat of passion that was so exciting it was making her wet with desire. But doubts kept picking at her.
    Finally, she pulled away from the hot press of their mouths. "I'm not very good at this," she panted.
    His lips were parted and wet from their kissing and his eyes were closed. It seemed a long time before he slowly opened his eyes. The passion banked in the brown depths of his irises stirred an answering call deep inside her.
    "I'm not sure I am either," he said with a rough voice. He took a deep breath that expanded his muscular chest into her breasts. "So, I’m hearing we need to slow down and talk about this?"
    She shook her head, then immediately contradicted that by nodding. "Yes," she said, torn. She wanted to fall into him and their spontaneous passion. She should just fake it.
    "I don't want plain vanilla marriage sex anymore," he said. "I want long, passionate, and adventurous lovemaking that lasts for days." Each word, one after the other, that Jack spoke, so close to her mouth, built excitement, multiplying through her as if he’d intimately stroked her. "But I haven't done any kind of sex for a very long time."
    Her brow furrowed as she tried to understand, with the heated sensations curling through her, what Jack’s last sentence meant. While his hand gently groped her bottom and his thick erection pulsed against her. He didn't have sex? Oh? Oh!
    "That's not right," she blurted. "While mine was uninspired, I never say no."
    "Uninspired, huh?" His lips grazed her jaw, then the corner of her mouth. "You are very inspiring, Nia."
    "I never have orgasms," she blurted, with an embarrassed, whispering hiss. Her body stiffened as she awaited his reaction. She was so flawed.
    Jack's body stilled and his hand stopped fondling her bottom. She was certain she'd shocked him.
    "With intercourse?" he asked. Nia shook her head. "Never by a man's hand?" Another shake of her head. "Your hand?" She dipped her gaze and nodded. She felt his chest sighing. "Oral?" She didn't move. "You've never had a man's mouth on you, have you?"
    Her fingernails curled into his muscle and she started trying to push away from him. He let her go just a bit, but held her from leaving completely. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, that was just too graphic, when things should be more romantic."
    She peeked at him. It was hard ... very hard to talk about those things. But she wanted to, needed to, and he wasn’t being judgmental. At all.
    "No, Jack, it's okay. I started it. Killed the mood." She brushed back a strand of her hair. "I just thought you should know. It's not like I don't love sex. Because I do."
    "So we’re both rusty and unsure," he said, with his gaze, deep with intensity, looking straight into hers. "But hot and bothered too."
    She really liked how he put things. She nodded, holding his gaze. "Definitely the hot and bothered part," she murmured, then she added, "I like that adventurous part too."
    " Jack ! I'm home, Jack ! And I'm not leaving!"
    Nia gasped at the shout coming from farther in the house. She should have leaped away from Jack, but she was so startled that she leaped toward him, grabbing him around the neck.
    "What the hell?" Jack growled.
    " What is she doing here?" Sadie's voice screeched somewhere behind where Nia knelt embracing Jack.
    It was just registering in Nia’s brain that it was Sadie as Jack lifted them both to their feet while demanding, " How did you get in here, Sadie?"
    "Through the front door!" Sadie shouted. "What in the hell are you doing embracing my damn husband? Let him go!"
    Nia wasn't turned to face Sadie yet, but she immediately tried to disengage her stranglehold on Jack while guilt and embarrassment shuffled through her body. But Jack held her against him.
    "I'm not your husband anymore," Jack growled back at Sadie. "The front door