Jack broke the kiss to catch his breath, his forehead touching hers. “Are we being stupid, Victoria?”
She stared him back, silent for a moment, before she said, “Yes, we’re stupid.”
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Tori was right. They were being stupid. Not what he wanted to hear or admit, but neither one of them ran the other way and he couldn’t will himself to walk away. He turned her around and pressed her against the travertine. Just one more night with her was all he asked.
Parting her legs, he placed a hand above her head for support and positioned his cock at her entrance. “Victoria, tell me to stop,” he whispered in her ear.
“I don’t want you to.”
Jack held her by the waist with one hand and plunged into her. He could get so lost in her if he continued to see her. Fuck. He’d been dreaming of her for years. First for revenge—a revenge he never imagined would come true. Now she occupied his dreams with something else altogether. He didn’t care for love; he didn’t recall ever being in love. Everything had changed with Tori. Jack feared what would happen if he spent any more time with her. He didn’t want to fall in love. Not with her.
He dropped his hand to her pussy, his fingers finding her bud. He rocked his hips against her, lunging into her. He was so close. His balls were heavy and he’d been aching since he’d kissed her at the beach. Jack thrust harder, faster, increasing the pressure on her clit. “You feel so good, Tori,” he whispered. His body vibrated and he emptied himself in her.
She moaned, clamping her muscles around his cock, riding her own wave of ecstasy again.
They stood pressed against the wall for some time, catching their breaths. Jack kissed the top of her head as his shaft softened, finally sliding out of her. They soaped each other’s body with long caresses, letting the water run between them, washing down the soap. Her sweet actions made him forget how much he’d always thought he hated her.
“Will you stay the night?” Asking her to spend the night with him was the worst thing he could do, but the best thing he could think of. If this was the last time he’d see her, he wanted to spend every last minute of it with her.
“I should go home.”
No. Not tonight. “Your clothes are wet,” he said.
“You could be a good guy and let me borrow a T-shirt and a pair of pants so I can go home.”
He leaned forward, backing her against the wall to turn off the knob. “Then, I’m a bad guy because I won’t let you use any of my clothes,” he said in a low voice.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m not liking you much right now.”
“Now, you know that’s a lie.” Jack opened the glass door and stepped out to grab a couple of towels. “Spend the night, won’t you?” He covered her in a towel and drew her to him. “I’ll take you home tomorrow morning.”
She looked up at him. “Hmm… I don’t know. Will you feed me?”
He let out a soft laugh. “Sure. You tell me what you want. I’ll press the number on my auto-dial.”
“You can’t cook?”
“Sweetheart, I love food too much to mess with it. What are you in the mood for tonight? I’ll call it in.” Jack kissed the tip of her nose. He’d make every minute of their night together count. Tomorrow would be another day and the time to say goodbye. Tonight he’d enjoy her company.
Chapter Fourteen
She’d been seeing Jack for almost three months now. What had started as a game of revenge was a game no more. Oh, there wasn’t anything serious between them. Well, she preferred to think there wasn’t because she didn’t know what—if anything—existed. For all she knew, Jack could stop calling her, stop showing up to take her out to lunch whenever he had a chance, stop asking her out to dinner, stop taking her for a ride on the weekends, or stop asking her to spend the night at his place more often than not. Come to think of it, she’d been gradually staying more nights at his place than at her own condo.
Tori glanced around the elegant room and ran her hand down the length of her short black dress while she waited for the bartender to pour her a drink. Jack asked her to accompany him to his company’s cocktail party in celebration of a new account they’d acquired. She watched as he held an animated conversation with his friend Ethan and other company executives he’d introduced her to earlier.
His good looks didn’t compare to how ridiculously smart he was. To top it all off, he had a great sense of humor, which she’d never known until now. The more time she spent with him, the farther she fell into his web. She lost track of time, basking in the safe haven of his arms, in his sometimes harsh yet sweet lovemaking.