Free Intoxicated by Jeana E. Mann Page B

heels.
    “Wait! Will you just wait a minute?” He grabbed her hand and forced her to turn and face him. “I’m not making fun of you. I’m just curious how a girl like you has never got her rocks off.”
    “I didn’t say I never had one,” she retorted. “Just not with a guy.”
    “Wow,” Jack said. “Have you had one with a chick?” His tone was so boyishly hopeful that she had to smile. He grinned and took her hand in his. “Wow.”
    “I wish you would quit saying that.” She tried to pull her hand back, but he tightened his grip, and pulled her toward him until her breasts brushed his chest. The proximity forced her to tilt her head up to see his face.
    “I can help you with that,” he whispered, twisting her hand behind her back, and resting their clasped hands on the curve of her spine, forcing her breasts against his bare chest. His other hand tucked a wayward strand of hair back behind her ear with a whisper of a touch that lit all of her nerve endings on fire at once. “Let me do that for you. I want to do that.”
    He bent and pressed his lips against hers. They were warm and moist. This was a long, leisurely kiss, not like the frenzied passion in the hallway of Felony. He caressed her lips with his and she returned the favor, savoring his mouth, intoxicated by the taste of wine on his tongue. The kiss lasted long enough that she forgot to count the seconds until it ended. When he finally pulled back from her, they were both breathing hard. The frantic beat of his heart against her breast made her insides clench.
    “Damn,” he whispered and lowered his mouth to hers for another kiss. His free hand wandered down her back to gather a handful of her bottom, pressing her into him so that she could feel every hard muscled curve of his chest and the hardness inside his jeans. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t lay you down on that blanket and make love to you right now.”
    Those whispered words triggered a shiver down her spine even though it had to be at least ninety degrees outside. She couldn’t think of one good reason to protest. She couldn’t think at all. For the first time in a long time, she felt — felt the muscled hardness of his bare chest beneath her palms, felt the rough curly hairs that trailed downward and disappeared into the waistband of his jeans, felt the swirl and eddy of her hormones as she drowned in attraction for this man. For the first time in a long time, she wanted to act on impulse without regard for consequences or implications or reputation. They were alone, miles from anywhere and anyone. She could be herself out here with no one watching. No one would ever know.
    She rose on her toes to kiss him. The full lips curved in a surprised smile beneath hers. He picked her up with ease and carried her to the blanket, laid her down on the soft wool, and stretched out beside her. Without thought or care, she let him worship her with his mouth while her fingers tangled in the thick glossy strands of his hair. He trailed kisses down her neck and across the tops of her breasts. Everything was perfect.
    The cell phone in Jack’s front pocket vibrated between them.  
    “God damn it.”
    “Do you need to get that?” she asked, relieved and disappointed at the reprieve.
    Jack blew out a heavy sigh but didn’t release her. “It can wait.” He took the phone from his pocket and turned it off without looking at it. “Right now I don’t give a shit about anything but you and me.”  
    “Don’t you want to see who it is?” Ally asked, not wanting to know but still curious.
    “I know who it is,” Jack replied.
     
    Jack looked down into Ally’s face and felt a sudden rush of tenderness. Always before, when faced with a half-naked female in his arms, he’d felt nothing but animal lust and the selfish need to claim her body for his pleasure. He’d always been able to shut down his emotions like flicking off a light switch and focus on the physical sensations