right man came back for me…”
Stone pushed away his chair, stood slowly. He went to her and Lilley backed herself against the edge of the counter, sensing him fill the space, feeling him coming closer like an overwhelming force she wanted to consume her.
She felt her breath catch in her throat, and a sudden surge of adrenalin sent tingles all the way to her fingers and toes. She felt as though she might suffocate. Her skin was hot and sensitive. Every nerve seemed stretched to breaking point. The long sinews down the inside of her thighs were tight as whipcord.
“Lilley, I –”
“No, Jack. Don’t say anything right now.” She closed her eyes and her chin lifted, exposing the long smooth lines of her neck. Stone touched it with his lips and Lilley made a breathy noise like a purr in the back of her throat so he could feel the skin vibrating. She felt the softness of her own body crave the hardness of his and she flattened herself against him, and her fingers laced themselves into the hair at the back of his head.
Stone hooked his arm around her waist. Lilley felt the strength of him and she gasped aloud. He pulled her close, crushing her body to his and her head tilted further back. Then he pulled away and she opened her eyes and met his smoldering gaze.
He kissed her. Lilley’s lips wer e ripe and soft and moist and Stone covered her mouth with a long lingering kiss that seized the breath in her lungs and left her trembling within his arms. She could feel the sexy stubble of new beard, and sense the immense strength of the man. She gave herself over to every sensation; sight, sound and smell as Jack Stone kissed her like she had never been kissed before.
She had never known a man like this, he filled her with a sense of awe. It was not only the physical strength of him, nor was it the steady confidence of him. She broke the kiss at last, her eyes wide and fathomless as she explored the details of his face from the hard, uncompromising jaw line, to the tiny creases and marks of life that had chiseled into features around his eyes and the corners of his mouth that all seemed to heighten the effect of power and strength and determination; the face of a man who lived by his own rules, dictated his own terms to life.
Immense. That was the word for Jack Stone. Immense in every way imaginable – and in his arms she felt delicate and vulnerable and fragile, and yet somehow safe and secure.
“Do you want me to stop?” Stone asked.
She shook her head. “No ,” she said softly, her voice still ragged. “I want you to take me into the bedroom.”
Nineteen.
Stone followed Lilley down the hallway into her bedroom. There was a big bed set against the far wall, the headboard and footboard ornately shaped from black wrought iron. On one wall was a dark timber wardrobe similar to the one in the room he slept in, and beside it an antique-looking dressing table with an oval mirror mounted between drawers and shelves that were stacked with small jars and bottles of cosmetics.
The window was down and the blinds drawn. The room smelled of perfume and fresh linen.
Stone stepped into the room and seized Lilley from behind, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her back so she was pressed against him. She went willingly, a little gasp torn from her lips. She felt the press of his hard body against her own. Stone turned her around so they were facing and he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her fiercely.
Lilley Pond felt herself tu rning to putty. His kiss was like fire, masterful and skillful, and she found herself wondering who had taught him to do this to a woman, and then was consumed by jealousy at the thought. Her need for him was intense – like a flame that seemed to burn and glow brighter with ever second. She felt a wave of giddy vertigo overwhelm her and her legs began to tremble. Still Stone kissed her, and the flame began to consume the last shreds of her inhibition.
“Take me, Jack,”
Stone pushed away his chair, stood slowly. He went to her and Lilley backed herself against the edge of the counter, sensing him fill the space, feeling him coming closer like an overwhelming force she wanted to consume her.
She felt her breath catch in her throat, and a sudden surge of adrenalin sent tingles all the way to her fingers and toes. She felt as though she might suffocate. Her skin was hot and sensitive. Every nerve seemed stretched to breaking point. The long sinews down the inside of her thighs were tight as whipcord.
“Lilley, I –”
“No, Jack. Don’t say anything right now.” She closed her eyes and her chin lifted, exposing the long smooth lines of her neck. Stone touched it with his lips and Lilley made a breathy noise like a purr in the back of her throat so he could feel the skin vibrating. She felt the softness of her own body crave the hardness of his and she flattened herself against him, and her fingers laced themselves into the hair at the back of his head.
Stone hooked his arm around her waist. Lilley felt the strength of him and she gasped aloud. He pulled her close, crushing her body to his and her head tilted further back. Then he pulled away and she opened her eyes and met his smoldering gaze.
He kissed her. Lilley’s lips wer e ripe and soft and moist and Stone covered her mouth with a long lingering kiss that seized the breath in her lungs and left her trembling within his arms. She could feel the sexy stubble of new beard, and sense the immense strength of the man. She gave herself over to every sensation; sight, sound and smell as Jack Stone kissed her like she had never been kissed before.
She had never known a man like this, he filled her with a sense of awe. It was not only the physical strength of him, nor was it the steady confidence of him. She broke the kiss at last, her eyes wide and fathomless as she explored the details of his face from the hard, uncompromising jaw line, to the tiny creases and marks of life that had chiseled into features around his eyes and the corners of his mouth that all seemed to heighten the effect of power and strength and determination; the face of a man who lived by his own rules, dictated his own terms to life.
Immense. That was the word for Jack Stone. Immense in every way imaginable – and in his arms she felt delicate and vulnerable and fragile, and yet somehow safe and secure.
“Do you want me to stop?” Stone asked.
She shook her head. “No ,” she said softly, her voice still ragged. “I want you to take me into the bedroom.”
Nineteen.
Stone followed Lilley down the hallway into her bedroom. There was a big bed set against the far wall, the headboard and footboard ornately shaped from black wrought iron. On one wall was a dark timber wardrobe similar to the one in the room he slept in, and beside it an antique-looking dressing table with an oval mirror mounted between drawers and shelves that were stacked with small jars and bottles of cosmetics.
The window was down and the blinds drawn. The room smelled of perfume and fresh linen.
Stone stepped into the room and seized Lilley from behind, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her back so she was pressed against him. She went willingly, a little gasp torn from her lips. She felt the press of his hard body against her own. Stone turned her around so they were facing and he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her fiercely.
Lilley Pond felt herself tu rning to putty. His kiss was like fire, masterful and skillful, and she found herself wondering who had taught him to do this to a woman, and then was consumed by jealousy at the thought. Her need for him was intense – like a flame that seemed to burn and glow brighter with ever second. She felt a wave of giddy vertigo overwhelm her and her legs began to tremble. Still Stone kissed her, and the flame began to consume the last shreds of her inhibition.
“Take me, Jack,”
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