[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
he left the couch and then reached down to lift her into his arms. She gave a cry of
surprise and gratification. Jack headed toward the hallway, his strides certain and steady.
She closed her eyes and put her head on his shoulder. A man had never carried her
anywhere, never cradled her in his arms as if she was precious. She savored, with all her
senses, the scent of sex, their harsher breaths, the muscles in his body.
When he laid her on something soft, she realized they’d entered his bedroom. Light
filtered in from the hallway. The sight of him towering over her, all broad muscles and
strength, fired her libido once more. She wanted, incredibly, to feel him within her right
now.
Instead, he cuddled her to his side, their heads side by side on a pillow. They didn’t
speak, the silence a gentle, wonderful reminder of the lovemaking they’d shared. She
reached up to touch his face, and he rolled toward her. In the dim light, she couldn’t see
much of his face. When she touched him, the five o’clock shadow under her fingers
abraded her skin pleasantly.
He kissed her lightly, without hurry. She sank into his tenderness, content, and
before long fell asleep.
* * * *
Autumn woke lying on her right side, Jack spooned behind her. She opened her eyes
and realized morning encroached, sending soft rays of light under and around the shades
over the two windows in the bedroom. Day would intrude on the fantasy and reality
would come too soon. She sighed, content. Jack moved, his body sliding against hers, his
arms pulling her closer. Her heart picked up pace as one hand cupped her breast, his
fingers plucking gently at her nipple.
His fingers slipped over her mons, then between her legs and pushed into soft folds
already warm and moist. She moaned as one finger pumped and stroked, then he added
another finger. His fingers dipped inside and then swirled moisture over her clit. She
moaned and pushed her butt back into the cradle of his thighs. His hard cock nestled
between her butt cheeks.
“Jack,” she whispered.
Torture started this way, and she could tell he planned no mercy. He added a third
finger to her pussy, and she clenched on his fingers.
His breath puffed in her ear, and he licked along her lobe. “Mmm, God, I want to
fuck you.”
His blunt statement fired her desire, and she turned over onto her back. “That sounds
like an excellent plan.”
She reached up for him and he levered himself slowly, so slowly down upon her. His
hips lowered between her thighs, and as the cock head bumped her clit, she sucked in a
sharp breath. His mouth found hers, and as his fierce kiss sent her into meltdown, she
arched her hips against him in a wordless plea. Without pause, his hardness penetrated
her wet depths. She sucked in a breath of heady satisfaction. This man got her wet
instantly, something she’d never believed could happen to her. Full of him, surrounding
his cock, she drove her hips upward. He gasped, then started to move. As he undulated,
pushing with agonizingly slow thrusts that caressed a sensitive spot deep inside, she
closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride. Emotions burst inside her, and she felt the tears
coming before she could stop them. As they leaked from her eyes, he stopped.
“Jesus, Autumn. You all right? Am I hurting you?”
She opened her eyes, and as a soft sob left her throat, she cupped his face. “No. God,
no. I just feel… I’m overwhelmed. You feel so good and this is so right, and I don’t want
it to ever end.”
Scary words. Yet when he smiled and his hips started to move again, she saw a
dawning understanding glow in his eyes. “You just said the magic words.”
He dipped his head and licked her nipple, sucking hard as she raised her hips higher
to give him better access. She welcomed him, begged him with every sobbing breath. A
sharp, hard orgasm wrenched from her, fierce and sudden. She cried out.
Autumn felt Jack lose it, his hips hammering as he took her harder. He filled her with
agonizing pleasure that wouldn’t ease, the climax rising and falling, a never ending
ascent into her own perfect heaven. Suddenly he stiffened, a jagged cry leaving his throat.
A hot stream filled her, then another and another as he panted and groaned and shivered.
When he collapsed on top of her, he grunted. “I’m dead.”
She laughed, the giggle loud and definitely full of enjoyment. “And heavy.”
“Sorry.”
He rolled away, and when he gathered her into his arms, she felt a contentment so
solid and true, she wondered how it could be possible. Warm, powerful man surrounded
her, and the sensual feast she’d enjoyed for hours sank into her pores and refused to
release her.
“Jack?”
“Mmm?”
“I’ve never… That was…”
He chuckled softly. “Hey, I think I like that. I’ve never made a woman speechless
before.”
She grinned, then plucked at his nipple until he sucked in a breath. “What I was
trying to say is that I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”
He pulled back to look into her eyes, and the serious expression in his eyes looked
profound and important. “I think I like the sound of that, too.” He pressed a quick kiss to
her mouth. “You don’t have to explain anything to me.” He slipped his fingers into her
hair again. “Come with me to Billings.” His gaze remained filled with passion. With a
soft brush of his lips, he tasted her again. “And if, while we’re there, I manage to
convince you that we should get naked together again, it’ll be great.”
“Get naked. How romantic.”
He grinned. “It could be.”
“Are you a romantic kind of guy, Jack?”
“Very. I’ll prove it to you.”
“You’re so sweet.”
He rolled his gaze to the ceiling. “There you go again, revealing my deepest, darkest
secrets. Is that going to show up as a headline in the newspaper? Jack Dillon, sweetheart
firefighter?”
She laughed and wiped away one tear as it escaped. “Not hardly.”
Jack’s hair had the bed-head effect. It might be styling, but it didn’t fit him. She
smiled and ran her hand through it to smooth down the tousled curls. “You’re a mess. But
I like you anyway.”
He closed his eyes. “That feels great.”
She had to leave before the husky, sexual cadence in his voice turned her to mush
and she launched herself at him.
They finally left the bed, showered, and he offered her breakfast. But she knew she
needed distance to decipher the heavy-duty feelings battering her from moment to
moment. When she’d dressed and gathered her purse and coat, they stood at the front
door.
He gathered her into his arms for a hug. “You’re good for me.”
Deep sincerity filled his voice, and she knew he meant every word. If he didn’t stop
being so nice, great … incredible… No. She had to keep this whole thing in perspective.
Jack was a great friend. A great man to fulfill sexual needs.
She needed to keep reminding herself of that.
She pulled back from his embrace. “Thanks for listening to my tales of woe.”
He pressed a quick kiss to her nose. “And thanks for listening to mine.”
“I’ll let you know about Billings.”
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]