orally stroked her.
His body was so close to her now she could feel his heat on her bare back; the slight brush of his shirt against her skin was almost unbearably sensitizing.
“Yet, I can’t figure you out,” he went on relentlessly, his voice even deeper now. “Something has forced you to hide your responsive nature. You maintain such a careful distance. And yet you respond to me. Totally. Why, April?”
She didn’t answer, unwilling to say the words he wanted to hear, needed to hear. She wished he’d keep talking. But he remained damnably silent.
On a choked whisper, she finally said, “Because I can’t
not
respond to you.”
She felt him withdraw from her and fought the urge to cry out and beg him to return. She wanted him to bury himself deep inside her, not make her face the reasons she wanted him. She dropped her head forward against the blinds.
“Not good enough, April.” His gentle tone belied a controlled anger. “I want you. Here. Now. On the desk. On the floor. Up against the damn wall. But it’s you I want. Specifically, totally, and without regret. I think you want all that, too. Except for that last part.”
He abruptly moved up behind her until his body came into contact with the back of her body—enough contact to make his desire for her an absolute certainty. “I need that last part. No regrets.”
April had already come to the conclusion that they would make love, when she’d kissed him under the jacaranda tree. But she now knew it wouldn’t just be a physical joining, slaking only desire. No. He knew her too well. Yet, there was so much he didn’t know. This wouldn’t be simple or easy.
He would leave in a few weeks, but in that moment she knew she’d be the richer for having given her all to him—and, in return, having received all he would give to her. “No regrets,” she said softly, honestly. Her spine remained straight, though, still not giving in to the need to lean into him, to let him take the last of her control away.
“I know something, someone made you doubt yourself. I just don’t want any doubt between you and me, okay?” He punctuated his question by pressing a heartbreakingly gentle kiss on the sensitive skin at her nape.
He understood. Beyond reason he understood, and April knew he would care for her—body, mind, and soul—as no one else ever had. Or ever could. His intuitiveness was as powerful a stimulant as his body and his words. She melted.
Jack groaned. “Don’t come undone on me yet, sweetheart. I’m so hungry for you it will take a while to work it all off.” He pulled the ebony stick holding up her hair, letting the shiny waves caresshis face as he buried his lips under her ear. “I need to see you.” He pulled her pliant body back against his chest and reached for the cords that operated the blinds. He pulled them all the way up, bathing them in the glow of the three-quarter moon.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he nuzzled her neck, willing himself to slow his need to take her immediately. He wanted to revel in her every breath, her every sigh. God, he wanted to pull her underneath him on the cold, hard floor. He took another deep breath of her sweet scent, the hint of muskiness rising from her skin burning his senses. Using everything he had in him he pulled the remainder of his control together, only to have her wrench it away completely with two words.
“Touch me.”
He bit his inner cheek. Hard. “If I do, I won’t stop. Not until every inch of your skin knows the feel of me.”
“Yes.”
No longer trusting speech, Jack moved trembling fingers up the length of her arms to her shoulders, then slid them slowly down along the sides of her halter dress. The high neckline, tight at the throat, covered her completely, yet provided the tantalizing freedom to slip his fingers in at the sides and across her breasts. She inhaled swiftly ashe cupped her fullness and whispered softly in her ears. “So soft and sweet.”
Still
His body was so close to her now she could feel his heat on her bare back; the slight brush of his shirt against her skin was almost unbearably sensitizing.
“Yet, I can’t figure you out,” he went on relentlessly, his voice even deeper now. “Something has forced you to hide your responsive nature. You maintain such a careful distance. And yet you respond to me. Totally. Why, April?”
She didn’t answer, unwilling to say the words he wanted to hear, needed to hear. She wished he’d keep talking. But he remained damnably silent.
On a choked whisper, she finally said, “Because I can’t
not
respond to you.”
She felt him withdraw from her and fought the urge to cry out and beg him to return. She wanted him to bury himself deep inside her, not make her face the reasons she wanted him. She dropped her head forward against the blinds.
“Not good enough, April.” His gentle tone belied a controlled anger. “I want you. Here. Now. On the desk. On the floor. Up against the damn wall. But it’s you I want. Specifically, totally, and without regret. I think you want all that, too. Except for that last part.”
He abruptly moved up behind her until his body came into contact with the back of her body—enough contact to make his desire for her an absolute certainty. “I need that last part. No regrets.”
April had already come to the conclusion that they would make love, when she’d kissed him under the jacaranda tree. But she now knew it wouldn’t just be a physical joining, slaking only desire. No. He knew her too well. Yet, there was so much he didn’t know. This wouldn’t be simple or easy.
He would leave in a few weeks, but in that moment she knew she’d be the richer for having given her all to him—and, in return, having received all he would give to her. “No regrets,” she said softly, honestly. Her spine remained straight, though, still not giving in to the need to lean into him, to let him take the last of her control away.
“I know something, someone made you doubt yourself. I just don’t want any doubt between you and me, okay?” He punctuated his question by pressing a heartbreakingly gentle kiss on the sensitive skin at her nape.
He understood. Beyond reason he understood, and April knew he would care for her—body, mind, and soul—as no one else ever had. Or ever could. His intuitiveness was as powerful a stimulant as his body and his words. She melted.
Jack groaned. “Don’t come undone on me yet, sweetheart. I’m so hungry for you it will take a while to work it all off.” He pulled the ebony stick holding up her hair, letting the shiny waves caresshis face as he buried his lips under her ear. “I need to see you.” He pulled her pliant body back against his chest and reached for the cords that operated the blinds. He pulled them all the way up, bathing them in the glow of the three-quarter moon.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he nuzzled her neck, willing himself to slow his need to take her immediately. He wanted to revel in her every breath, her every sigh. God, he wanted to pull her underneath him on the cold, hard floor. He took another deep breath of her sweet scent, the hint of muskiness rising from her skin burning his senses. Using everything he had in him he pulled the remainder of his control together, only to have her wrench it away completely with two words.
“Touch me.”
He bit his inner cheek. Hard. “If I do, I won’t stop. Not until every inch of your skin knows the feel of me.”
“Yes.”
No longer trusting speech, Jack moved trembling fingers up the length of her arms to her shoulders, then slid them slowly down along the sides of her halter dress. The high neckline, tight at the throat, covered her completely, yet provided the tantalizing freedom to slip his fingers in at the sides and across her breasts. She inhaled swiftly ashe cupped her fullness and whispered softly in her ears. “So soft and sweet.”
Still
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