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I placed a hand to his cheek, felt the rasp of his stubble, the hard bone beneath. He turned his head and kissed my palm, took hold of my arm and kissed the pulse point at the inside of my wrist.
“Jack,” I said, my voice clogged with emotion. “Look at me.”
He turned his eyes to mine, but held my wrist to his mouth still. His breath fanned hot against my skin.
“You're a good man. No matter what you did, you're a good man. Your past doesn't dictate who you are. It's what you do in the here and now. You'll go and do the right thing.”
Jack laughed silently, but it didn't show in his eyes. There, beneath the desire, was a bleakness that made me ache for him.
“Am I doing the right thing now?” he asked, his voice rough with so many emotions.
I nodded against the pillow, my wet hair wild about me. I'd fought my desire since I first laid eyes on him again, sprawled unconscious on Violet's floor. The love had never gone away for me either. The need always lingered.
Even when he went back to Florida, he'd still be in my heart. But this night, this time together, was ours. The outside world—Violet, Crazy Lady Lorraine, lawsuits—was just that. Outside. Here, in my bedroom, it was finally, once and for all, just me and Jack.
“It's right. Everything between us is right,” I whispered, taking his hand and placing it on my breast. “I love you, Jack. Don't stop.”
Jack froze in place at my words, looked at me, searching maybe to see if I told the truth. He groaned and took a deep breath as if he still struggled, doubted. Then I saw something shift in his eyes. Worry and guilt were replaced by something else. I saw love. Lust, too. That combination, knowing he wanted me, body and soul, was the most amazing feeling ever. Knowing he felt it too made it even better.
Jack yanked at the zipper of his jacket, sliding it down and ripping the coat off. His sweater, shirt, pants, boxers, everything followed. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom, tossed it on the bed.
I stared at him, in all his naked glory. He was everything I'd ever imagined rolled into one, and then some. Hard muscles over tanned, smooth skin. A smattering of dark hair across his chest dipped lower, to a line that ran down to his magnificent cock. It was thick and long and everything Goldie's romancebooks talked about. But it wasn't fiction, it was pure, hard—very hard—fact pointed straight at me. And it was all mine.
“It's big,” I commented, staring at him.
“If you keep looking at it that way it's going to get bigger.”
17
Before I had a chance to think about that, he moved on top of me, one leg nudged between mine, spreading my thighs so he could settle between. He placed his forearms on either side of my head so our faces were close, so close I could feel his warm breath, see the dark flecks in his blue eyes.
I saw him clearly in that moment—his frustration with the person he'd become. The boy he used to be. The man I knew he really was.
I wanted it all. I ran my calf up and down his thigh. “Jack, please.”
He lowered his head to mine, kissed me and I forgot everything but the two of us in this moment. He plunged his tongue into my mouth. His hands roamed my body, never stopping as if he were afraid I might disappear. I all but melted into the bed, his body so hot above me, his touch setting little fires everywhere his hands moved. He nibbled at my ear, my neck, my shoulder, lower to lick one hard nipple, then the other. Opening his mouth, he sucked on one, pulling it taut. A zing of pleasure shot to my core, and I felt wetness coat my thighs.
“This isn't the girl's body you wanted at seventeen,” I said breathlessly, worried I might be lacking. My frayed robe and wet hair hadn't made me the alluring siren.
He looked up at me from my breast. He flicked his tongue over the tight tip once, smiled like a Cheshire Cat. “I know.” He moved his head lower pressing kisses to my abdomen, my hip bone, and then moving to the center, blew out a hot breath against me there. “I bet that girl wouldn't have let me do this.”
And then, spreading my thighs, cupping my butt with both hands, he pressed his mouth to me, his tongue darting out and circling me, up one side and down the other. Two fingers dipped in, moved in some magical way, and I exploded. Pleasure seeped into every cell of my body, hot fire racing through my veins. I cried out his name, my head thrown back against the pillow.
Jack kept his mouth on me as I kept falling, falling forever. He didn't stop until I lay limp and sweaty, replete.
I chuckled as he started kissing his way back up my sweat-slicked body. “You're right. That girl didn't even know what that was,” I said.
He grabbed my hips and rolled us so he was on the bottom, I, on top. I adjusted my legs to straddle his thighs, looked down at him. “Veronica, seeing you this way, you're my undoing.”
His hair was tousled, his skin hot under my palms. The crinkly hair on his chest was soft to the touch. “Ride me. I want to see your pleasure when you come again.”
I looked into his eyes, saw everything there.Us.
I reached down between us and took him in my hand. He was big, and oh so hot to the touch. Smooth and so hard. Stroking him once, twice, Jack groaned and bucked his hips.
“Miller,” he begged. I grabbed the condom and slid it on him. Jack placed his shaking hands on top of mine to guide me.
I lifted my hips, held him in one palm and directed him into me. Slowly, slowly I slid down until he was deep within me. “Reid,” I cried out. I felt so full, so complete. He did fit. Perfectly.
