He frowned. “No, I didn’t.”
“Well, that can’t be it, then. Maybe it has something to do with the amulet,” I speculated.
“That’s as good an answer as any. We can’t exactly ask him now and I doubt he’d tell us the truth anyway.”
I sighed. There were still so many questions and it was doubtful we’d ever get all the answers. There was one question, though, that I knew he could answer.
“Jack?”
“Yeah?” He was still playing with my hair, letting silky red strands slip through his fingers.
“What did Darroch mean when he said you were in love with me?”
I felt him go deadly still and I held my breath. I wasn’t sure what answer I wanted to hear, but I knew it was important.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he turned me around in his arms so I was facing him, my legs straddling his muscular ones and his ocean blue eyes staring deep into my green ones. My heart was thumping so loudly in my chest I was sure he could hear it.
If he did, he didn’t mention it. Instead, he leaned over and kissed me with those gorgeous velvety lips of his. He hadn’t exactly answered my question, but for one minute I stopped breathing, stopped thinking. I just held on for dear life and kissed him back for all I was worth.
He pulled back a little and I nearly whimpered at the loss of him. He didn’t let me go though. “Morgan,” he voice was a little ragged which made me feel better. I wasn’t the only one affected by our kiss. “I’m over nine hundred years old. I’m not sure I know how to love anymore. It’s been so long. But I want to try … ” He hesitated.
I cut him off with a kiss. I didn’t want to hear any more than that. I wasn’t ready to talk about love or commitment. I was OK with here and now and seeing where this thing would take us. I didn’t need more. Not yet.
I wrapped myself around him and kissed him for all I was worth. My hands slipped under the soft fabric of his T-shirt to lose themselves in the feel of his hot, velvet skin underneath. His fingers were working their magic with the hooks on my bra.
His tongue slipped into my mouth as I squirmed in his lap, trying to get closer. He pushed me back a little and I made an irritated sound, but it was only so he could rip my shirt and bra off. The look in his eyes when he saw my naked breasts was enough to have me smirking. What was it with men and boobs?
He dipped his head so he could take first one nipple in his mouth, then the other. I could feel the hard length of his erection prodding my stomach. I couldn’t help myself; I rubbed against him until my panties were soaked and I was practically out of my mind with want.
Jack growled low in his throat and yanked down the zipper on my jeans. It took a bit of aerobics on my part, but we managed to get them off. He got rid of my panties, too. I tried to pull the tab down on his zipper, but there wasn’t enough give. Swearing, he managed to get the thing down and shrug his jeans off.
Oh, Lordy, he’d gone commando. My hand found the smooth hot length of him and I stroked. “Morgan,” he hissed. I just grinned against his lips then stuck my tongue in his mouth. Most effective.
Not to be outdone, Jack slipped his own hand down until he found my slick folds. His finger rubbed over my clitoris and I nearly came then and there. I couldn’t take it anymore. I jerked his hand away from me.
“I want you now. Inside me,” I breathed in his ear.
He hissed out a breath and grabbed me by the hips, lifting me a little. I positioned him at my entrance, the tip of him teasing me with pleasure. In one smooth move, I lowered myself on him until he was inside me. Filling me. I arched over him. Gods it felt so good. I thought I might burst with the sheer pleasure of it. “Jack.”
He nipped my ear then kissed me hard, his tongue tangling with mine even as I found my rhythm. The thrust of our tongues mimicked the thrust of our bodies, the pressure winding tighter and higher, building until in one moment, pleasure burst over me like a wave. My muscles contracted around him, milking him with my orgasm.
Jack groaned, his face taut as he flipped us over so I was on my back with him on top. I wrapped my legs around him as he thrust into me again and again, the tension twisting tighter and tighter. His last thrust sent another orgasm rippling through me, and this time he joined me.
For a while we just lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, limbs slick with sweat. I nuzzled his neck and slid my hand down to squeeze his delectable backside. I loved the salty taste of him, the feel of him against my skin. The man was simply too delicious for words.
And then the phone rang in the other room.
“Goddammit,” he hissed.
“Ignore it. Just ignore it,” I begged. I so didn’t want this moment to end. It felt too good.