He pulled his hand back up to my chest.
I wanted to grab it and press it against where I needed it most. He kissed me again, slowly, deeply and pulled away, shifting off me slightly.
I opened my eyes to him watching me. He was flushed, his green eyes intense. It was a mesmerizing sight in the dimming red glow of the dwindling fire. Both of us were breathing hard. He ran a hand down slowly from my neck to my hip bone, and then dipped inside my pajama pants below my navel. I held my breath, but his fingers slid back out and up to my belly.
“Please ... I want ... I need ... ” I didn’t know how to ask, but I needed Jack not to stop.
I knew that every pause, every slowing down, and every hesitation was him making sure I was still doing this willingly, almost like he wouldn’t trust himself to stop if he wasn’t paying attention. The knowledge made my heart swell in my chest.
Jack squeezed his eyes shut tight and swallowed before his mouth came down to mine again, kissing me deeply and slowly like he was deliberately trying to hold back the pace.
But thank God, he wasn’t stopping. His hand slid back down my belly and inside the loose waistband of my pants.
My breath was shallow, my body tense, as he lightly ran his hand around my hip, cupping the bare sensitive skin of my buttock. Instinctively, I lifted a knee up.
I moaned a breath as his fingers trailed back around the top of my thigh and into the crease between my legs. Squirming against his hand, I tried to bring it to me, and he chuckled softly against my lips. I nipped at his mouth with my teeth in frustrated retaliation.
Everything moved pretty fast after that.
He growled against my mouth as his fingers found my wetness and slid down over my sensitive nub, plunging inside me.
I cried out and arched up.
“Fuck,” Jack gasped. His tongue plunged into my mouth too, mimicking his fingers as they slid out of me and back inside, his thumb rhythmically sliding over my hot button.
I whimpered and moaned and gasped into Jack’s mouth. My wrapped hands came down locking his head to me as we devoured each other, my hips thrusting against his hand shamelessly.
His breathing matched the quickened pace of his sliding fingers.
“Feels ... so ... good ... ” I panted out between kisses, and he groaned in response, sliding deeply into my mouth again. Suddenly it was too much. I was splintering apart on an explosion of sensation. I held tight to Jack’s head with my arms as he captured my cries into his mouth, my body shuddering and clenching against his hand, his palm pressed hard against me.
“Shhh,” Jack soothed. He gave small chaste kisses along my mouth and cheeks and neck. “Shhh,” he whispered into my ear as I still shuddered through my release.
I clamped my lips between my teeth to keep from crying out any further.
His fingers slid slowly in and out, drawing out the sensation as I clenched around him. Jack’s harsh breathing against my neck matched my own, before he leisurely withdrew his fingers and drew a trail of wetness up my belly.
My heart still thudding, my eyes flickered open as I watched him lean up and paint my moist arousal around one of my nipples. Then dropping his head, he drew it into his mouth. The shocking action punched another wave of heat through my belly.
There would be no going back from sleeping with Jack Eversea. If I hadn’t been clear on that before, I knew it now.
All the experience in the world wouldn’t have changed the fact I knew deep down to my soul the kind of heat created between Jack and me was stratospheric. It was the kind of energy women who read thousands of romance novels yearned for and rarely got and certainly nothing like the times I had touched myself. I wondered, fleetingly, if I would ever bother again. He felt it too, he had admitted as much. And that had been ... before.
I broke my wrists out of the bonds of my t-shirt and clutched him to me.
He laid his damp forehead down on my chest, and I could tell he was forcing his breathing to slow down.
I ran my hands down his back. He must be painfully turned on if what had happened to me was any indication. For a moment I felt nervous. I wanted to ... relieve him ... but didn’t know how to ask. And I wasn’t ready for him to be inside of me. Not yet. I wanted it, but I wanted to delay that point of no return just as fiercely. I would belong to him then. Body, heart, and soul, and I still wasn’t sure if he was fully mine in return. That thought terrified me and cooled the flow of lava coursing through me.
But Jack had asked me to take a chance on him. I tried to swallow my shadow of doubt.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking down at me, a small furrow appearing between his eyebrows.
I nodded and smiled gamely. “After that? Who knew you were so talented with your hands, Mr. Eversea.”