Recipe for Satisfacton(62)

The awkward silence was killing her.

“I was just getting ready for bed,” she lied. She couldn’t exactly tell him she was making him a present.

“I’m sorry. I should go. I wasn’t thinking.” He made for the door.

“Hold it. I didn’t say you had to leave. But you should be out celebrating.”

“I…” He turned to face her. “I wanted to celebrate with you.”

Her heart skipped. When she’d gone on that yacht she never thought she’d fall so hard. Especially not with Jack Vaughn, the socialite’s bad-boy son. But he wasn’t a bad boy after all. The man was sweet, kind, generous, and driven. So much more than what she expected.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

She tensed. Did her eyes betray her emotion? Because she definitely couldn’t come out and tell him she’d fallen in love with him. But before she had a chance to answer, he rushed toward her and scooped her into his arms.

A squeak escaped her lips with the rough squeeze of his arms around her body. “Jack?”

He brushed his lips against hers. That excitement she felt rumble in her stomach quickly morphed into desire. And when he kissed her it wasn’t slow or sweet. It wasn’t gentle. No, this kiss rocked her very being. A tangling of tongues that left her weak.

He ripped his mouth away, shaking his head. They both panted from the intensity of their kiss.

“I should go.” Pressing his forehead against hers, he whispered, “I don’t know what to do.” He turned his head, but his forehead still clung to hers.

“About what, Jack?” What the hell was he talking about? “Talk to me.”

As he tried to step away, she jerked him back. Like hell he was leaving. This man had spent the last three weeks making sure every one of her desires was sated. The least she could do was reciprocate. He needed her strength, because for some reason he had gone from ecstatic to guilt-ridden in a matter of seconds. It was probably your silly puppy-dog gawking. Way to turn off a man.

Grabbing both sides of his face, she brushed her thumbs against his cheeks. “You don’t have to tell me. Just don’t leave.”

Sterling wrapped her arms around him, snaking her hands up his back to rest on his shoulders. She dipped her head, pressing her lips against his, nipping, sucking, trying desperately to engage him. Flicking out her tongue, she traced the seam of his mouth and finally, he opened for her, allowed her the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

His hands were rough with her body, his lips hard and demanding. But for a second time he jerked away. One hand clasped the back of her neck and fisted her hair. “I want you so bad.”

There was no mistaking the desire in his eyes.

“I won’t be gentle.”

Rough sex? Dirty sex? Where did she sign up?

He stared her down, his lips thinned into a straight line, and his eyes pinned her in place as if daring her. “Do you want me to leave?”

That would be a hell, no.

“I want you to take me to bed.”

He looked deep into her eyes. So deep, his stare touched her soul.

But the intimacy was short-lived when he grabbed her bottom and lifted. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He didn’t need directions, he knew exactly where the bedroom was, and with a brisk pace he took them to the bed.

He let go and she bounced on the mattress. They both scrambled to strip her bare, her clothes like heat-seeking missiles with only one destination: the floor.

When she was completely naked, he positioned her in the middle of the bed and straddled her body. He made his way from her forehead to her toes, licking and kissing every inch of her skin, his five o’clock shadow rubbing her raw. He returned to her mouth, and when she lifted her head, their lips connected. His tongue swiped across just before he invaded her mouth, staking his claim.

A low growl filled the room as she gripped his head, her hands threading through his hair, guiding him down between her legs.

He licked up the inside of her thigh, stopping at the edge of her sex. His hand flattened against her mound, and he snaked his tongue across her clit. She gasped. The pleasure was so intense; she was only a few licks away from release.

“I love how wet you get for me. With barely even a touch.” His moans of appreciation vibrated against her, ramping up the pleasure, coiling tightly in her womb. He licked, more furiously this time, spreading her legs, giving himself better access to her core.

“You’ve ruined me,” she moaned, pushing his face harder against her body. He circled her clit with his tongue as his free hand found the folds of her sex. He penetrated with one finger, swiping up and down, then using the tip to rub against her clit.