“I think so.” Two steps later he was straddling her, his muscular legs trapping her in position on the padded surface of the bench. “It seems you’ve gotten over your hesitation.”
“If you’d just told me you’d named your penis right off the bat…” Pepper squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth to stop laughing all over again.
He clicked his tongue. “Pepper, Pepper, Pepper. You are one hell of a woman.”
She took a final deep breath and looked up to see him hovering over her, no annoyance in his expression, just a contented grin and a whole lot of full-fledged one hundred percent American hero. Stark naked.
And carrying a fully engaged and loaded cock, and at that moment she didn’t care what he’d called it. She wanted it. Any way she could get it.
“You’re very talented.”
“I told you I was,” Jack gloated.
She made a rude noise. “I was talking about how fast you stripped.”
One of Jack’s brows went skyward as he leaned over, his abdomen tightening, emphasizing the to-die-for ridges of muscles she couldn’t wait to examine with her tongue. “You were laughing for quite a while. Trust me, I had time to do a lot of things.”
Her gaze dropped. “There are a few things left undone.”
“My cock?”
“Big Ja—” She swallowed hard. “Nope. Can’t say it.”
“Dammit, Pepper. I was just trying to make you feel more comfortable.”
She wrapped her hands around his naked hips, smoothing her fingertips over his rock-solid buttocks. His cock was right there between them, and she was all too aware of it. “I don’t need childish reassurances. I need you.”
Before he could speak, she slipped one hand forward and wrapped it around the base of the shaft, sliding her hand upward carefully as her eyes locked with his.
A couple of strokes later his jaw had tightened. She was getting to him in a whole new way. Or in an old way they could finally satisfy.
His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her lower lip. “I need you, too.”
She didn’t need a roadmap to know where they should go. She stuck out her tongue and licked his thumb, stealing the opportunity to wrap her lips around it and suck lightly.
The heat in his eyes flared, and he moved his hand, as if fucking his thumb into her mouth. “Oh yeah, that’s what I like to see. Gorgeous.”
He pulled back, escaping with a soft plop. He adjusted his stance, and Pepper leaned over, extending her tongue to greet the tip of his cock. The tortured moan of satisfaction that escaped his lips was all the reward she’d been looking for. She played, twirling her tongue over the smooth head for a second before closing her lips.
“Hell. It feels so good when you do that.” Jack tunneled his fingers into her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail and holding it with his hand. His gaze locked on her lips as she rocked over him, sucking and swirling and having a damn good time. “Stop, Pepper. This isn’t how we’re going to end things today.”
She pulled her head back, smacking her lips. “That’s right, you’re so old if I get you off now, you’ll never ever get it up again tonight.”
“Brat,” Jack snapped, but he was smiling. “It’s not a case of not being able, it’s that I’m dying to get inside you.”
Pepper shrugged, leaning back slightly on the workout bench. “You’re the one who put me here.”
“Just until you settled down.” His strong fingers crept past her cheek. “Get on the bed.”
“Assume the position?”
His eyes flashed. “You have no idea.”
Oh, really? “Well now, Jack. You have secrets I don’t know about? Should I check the bed frame for buckle straps and chains?”
She rose to her feet, and his gaze swept over her body. Lingered on her chest, where her breasts moved erratically as her breathing grew unsteady. That expression in his eyes—she’d taunted him for days in this same apartment, and she’d seen lust on his face before.
The man drawing her into his arms was just a wee bit more intense than she’d expected. She scrambled to find some kind of joke to make, but it was impossible. As he laid her on the bed and trapped her there with his body, it was as if all the laughter had escaped moments earlier. All that was left was dark, intense passion.
Jack wrapped his fingers around her wrists and pulled her arms over her head. He stared at her for one brief moment, just long enough to scald her with his eyes.
“Keep your arms there,” he commanded.
Pepper didn’t even think of disobeying. Her fingers moved as if triggered, fisting the sheets.
He slipped down her body, hands moving in a slow, mesmerizing caress. When he lowered his head to her breasts to tease and torment, Pepper let out a sigh of satisfaction, then focused on all the happy endorphins that were dancing all over again.