All Jacked Up(38)
“Are you afraid it’s more than just sex?”
She shook her head. If she didn’t speak, technically, she wasn’t lying.
“What do you see as my motivation?” he asked, his voice barely a throaty rumble.
“You’ve got something to prove. To me. To yourself. Because of what happened three years ago.”
Jack laughed softly. “How insightful you are, cowgirl. It’s a little scary.” He took another drink. “But that’s not the only reason. When I saw you today? In that pretty dress that showed off every goddamn curve I’ve been trying like hell not to notice for the last eleven years? My dick got so hard it freakin’ hurt.”
Her pulse spiked.
“During the party, all I could think about was peeling the silky fabric down your body. Taking my time to enjoy every inch of your warm, beautiful skin.”
“But now?”
“Now I want to rip the fucking thing off and gorge myself on you.”
Keely took three steps closer to read his eyes. Oh damn. Heat and passion and hunger. For her. “So do it.”
Jack was on her before she inhaled another breath. His hands tearing at the zipper on her dress. His mouth devouring hers with hot, wet, sucking kisses. They fumbled with buttons and snaps in their frenzy to get naked.
And it was still too slow.
Her dress fell to the floor, leaving her in an itsy bitsy black thong and matching demi-bra. Keely jerked his shirt down his arms and ran her hands all over his chest. Firm muscles covered with just the perfect amount of dark hair. God. He was amazing. When she hit the waistband of his suit pants, she groaned disapproval that he still wore the damn things. She tried to unhook his belt. Repeatedly.
Jack broke the kiss. “Let me.”
“Tell me you have a condom.”
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He reached in his front pocket and handed her one. Keely ripped it open with her teeth. When his pants pooled around his ankles, followed by his briefs, she zeroed in on his cock.
Holy shit. She didn’t remember it being that big. Keely dropped to her knees. She placed the condom in her mouth, circled her hand around the base of his thick cock and rolled it down the length.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Keely. Warn a guy next time.”
She peered up at him. “You didn’t like it?”
He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her onto her back on the carpet. Then he joined her on the floor. He hung on all fours above her, pure male animal, his knees bracketing her hips. “I didn’t say that. Lose the panties.”
Somehow she shimmied the stretchy lace off.
Jack’s eyes never left hers as he moved between her thighs. He levered himself over her, matching them groin-to-groin. Lining up his cock, he shoved himself into her in one hard thrust.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jack. Warn a girl next time.”
He smiled. He was still smiling as he kissed her. And kissed her until she could barely remember how her mouth felt without his all over hers.
The heat from his body sent prickles of pleasure dancing across her skin. The ends of his hair tickled her neck as he kissed her. Her entire being was primed to blow sky high and Jack wasn’t moving. At all.
Keely traced the sides of his torso, circling around to squeeze his buttocks, hoping to urge him on.
He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. “Put your hands above your head and keep your legs right where they are.”
“Bossy much?”
“Do it.”
She arched, forcing her lace-covered breasts against his hot chest as she slowly swept her arms up.
Jack threaded their fingers together, pressing their joined hands into the carpet and let his full weight rest on her.
Oh man, that felt good. Really, really good.
Then he began to move. A shallow stroke followed by a deep thrust. He studied her face, gauging whether he was pleasing her.
Boy-howdy he was definitely pleasing her.
His hips picked up speed. She marveled at the sheer strength of his body yet the tight control he maintained over it.
The continual friction of his pelvis rubbing over hers made her clitoris throb. Made her moan. Why wouldn’t he intensify the friction and send her screaming to that elusive point of ecstasy? Whenever she attempted to arch her lower body to increase the contact, he wouldn’t allow it.
“Jack. Please.”
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He lowered his face to hers. “No.” He kissed her again, in the deceptively lazy way she was beginning to crave. His mouth seduced. His body controlled.
Keely thought she’d lose her mind. The scrape of the carpet on her backside. The damp heat of Jack on her front side. The coiling sensation inside her womb as he rocked into her. The single-minded way Jack kissed her, as if sex was just a byproduct of those deliciously addicting kisses.