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He smiled but didn’t answer, instead hooking both index fingers around her suit straps and pulling them off her shoulders and down. His eyes fixated as her breasts were revealed, and his breath became louder in the silent room.
Sara stood tall, her confidence rising as he pulled the suit over her full hips, and it fell to the floor. He returned his gaze to hers, breathing, “Wow.” Then he rushed forward, holding her face with both hands as he crushed his mouth to hers. Sara ran her hands over the broad planes of his back, grinding into him as he devoured her mouth.
Jack moved both hands to her breasts, circling with his thumbs, and a loud groan escaped him. All remaining traces of her insecurity fled. She was only conscious of Jack kissing her like she was the oasis at the end of his desert journey. And that only fueled her response more, desire throbbing up and down her body now.
Sara quickly untied his swim trunks and they fell to the ground. Grasping him firmly, she moved her hand up and down as he pushed against her.
“Oh my God. Don’t stop that, please.” Almost panting, he stroked one hand over her side and to her hip, tracing two fingers over her skin. He moved his fingers along the front of her thigh and slowly up the inside. He barely touched her, and her entire body shivered.
Then at last, Jack slipped his hand between her legs and her shiver became a weak-kneed shudder. She gasped, and withdrawing his tongue from her mouth, he gave her a smile that didn’t diminish the shudder at all. He led her to his king-size bed. As she slid across the mattress, he removed a box of condoms from his nightstand and tossed it on top of it before crawling in next to her. The box was unopened, and Sara smiled slightly. Jack didn’t strike her as the promiscuous type, but the evidence was still reassuring.
They melted together again. His naked body was warm, and water beaded over his back from their swim. She hardly noticed. She pulled him back to her mouth for a long, very wet kiss, and ran her hands firmly across his shoulders. The muscle was firm underneath his heated skin.
“What do you like, Sara? This?” He moved his hand back between her legs and she arched, crying out. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He kissed along her cheek, finally breathing in her ear. “Would you like it more if I used my mouth?” Her eyes flew open, but he pressed his tongue in her ear, making her groan. This was an awkward issue for her—something she definitely enjoyed but was self-conscious about.
He wouldn’t ask if he didn’t want to, would he? Sara took the plunge. “Yes, I would like that.”
He moved down her neck and pressed both her breasts together, moving his mouth back and forth between them. “God, Sara. You’re incredible. I want you so bad.” Then he slowly kissed his way down her abdomen.
She parted her legs, and for once let herself go, completely comfortable with him. He began rhythmically moving his tongue, and she grasped his head with both hands. Her sensitivity was so intense it didn’t take long for her climax to roll over her, then through her. Eventually, her cries slowly diminished, and she let go of his hair. He was watching her with a smile, and she smiled back, still twitching at the strength of it.
Jack climbed to the nightstand, opening the box of condoms. Sara grabbed his arm. “Wait. What about you?”
He held up the foil-wrapped packet. “We’re not done yet.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“I know.” His eyes softened, then he tore open the packet, rolling the condom on. He stretched out next to her, pressing his body against hers. “Right now, I want to be inside you. More than anything else in the world.”
She grabbed the back of his head and kissed him. Their tongues danced together as she rolled onto her back, and he went with her. He entered her slowly, moaning softly as he pushed his full length into her.
As she wrapped her arms around his waist, they began moving together. She ran both hands over his back and cupped his ass, eager to learn every inch of him. Every inch. Leaning on one elbow, he fanned her hair over her breast. It was wet and cold, raising goosebumps on her inflamed skin. But his heat quickly replaced the coolness as he lowered, chest to chest with her.
Their movements escalated, and he began calling out, pounding into her. Sara held him tightly, urging him ever closer, ever deeper, until finally he stiffened. This time he whispered her name, his mouth pressed to her ear.
Eyes closed tightly, she held him even tighter.
CHAPTER 14
Dim morning light filtered through the blinds as Jack lay in bed, watching Sara sleep. She faced him, relaxed, and her long hair was now completely dry, though very tousled. The sheet had slipped, revealing one spectacular breast. She took his breath away, all soft curves, though tempered with a sharp tongue. A smile rose on his face. I wasn’t complaining about her tongue last night, was I? Especially the second time.
But the smile fell as the implications of their night hit him. That was completely unexpected. Where do we go from here? There was something about this woman that stopped all logical thought in him. He couldn’t resist her searing flame but was acutely aware she could scorch him to the bone.
Jack slowly rolled over and slid out of bed, quickly dressing before heading to the kitchen to make coffee. He stared at the carafe as it brewed, not really seeing it. Last night was the first time he’d made love since his wife. He wasn’t good at casual relationships and had gotten completely caught up in the moment.
So, what do I want?
He poured a cup of coffee and glanced at the closed bedroom door, raising a corner of his lips. That was easy. He wanted to go back in there and screw her brains out. But he pushed that thought firmly away. First, he needed to know how Sara felt about this. The flashes of vulnerability she sometimes displayed shot straight to his heart. The more he got to know her, the more he wanted to know. Right now, whether she regretted last night was what he wanted to know most.
He was standing at the sliding glass door, watching the dawn break, when Sara’s voice called out, “Jack!”
He moved to the door and swung it open to reveal Sara sitting against his headboard, the sheet loosely draped over her. One breast was almost revealed, and he tried not to stare.
“Jack...”
He lifted his gaze to hers, swallowing down an enormous ball of anxiety. She’s going to say this was a huge mistake. It should never have happened, and she can’t stand me. He searched for a clever remark, but that had never been his strong suit. “Good morning... is something wrong?”
A mischievous grin lit her face, and the ball in his stomach deflated—much better than regret. Or anger. “Um, yes. I don’t have anything to wear, and I really don’t want to put on a wet swimsuit. Do you have a shirt I could borrow?”
