He didn’t know how much time had passed when her eyelashes fluttered and two beautiful, sleepy eyes peered at him. A slow, brilliant smile spread across her face. A second later, she bit her lip and buried her face against his chest in a rush of shyness. But she stilled against him and ran the tip of her nose against his bare skin in languid, luxurious sweeps, then planted a kiss in the hollow of his throat. A shiver ran through him.
“I forgot you were naked,” she mumbled.
“Just so you know, so are you,” he said with a grin. He ran his hand down her side to illustrate.
“But you look so good naked.” Her hands roamed his chest,and the morning wood he’d gotten under control rushed back with a vengeance.
“And you don’t?” he asked, his jaws going slack with shock. Did she just really imply that she didn’t look good naked?
“Not as good as you,” she said.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He flipped back the cover with a quick tug so her glorious nudity lay resplendent before his eyes.
“Eek,” she squeaked, and grabbed for the sheets.
“No you don’t.” He grabbed her hands and trapped them above her head with one hand. “I want to look at you. I never want to stop looking at you. You are so beautiful, I want to weep.”
“Crybaby,” she teased, even as a blush spread across her cheeks.
“I guess I didn’t do a proper job of showing you how beautiful you are last night.” He lowered his head to kiss a trail down her neck. “And this morning.”
“Yeah, that must be it.” She tugged half-heartedly at her hands. “I assume you plan to remedy that.”
“Immediately.” He took a hardened peak of her breast into his mouth and suckled gently. She gasped and arched her torso off the bed. He rolled on top of her, pressing his hard length against her stomach. “Do you believe that you’re beautiful?”
“I mean… I guess I’m kind of okay.” Her eyes were sparkling with mischief… and raw heat.
With a low chuckle, he released her hands and made his way down her body. Her breathtaking, naked body. He lowered his head between her legs and murmured against her, “So beautiful.”
He kissed her center and tasted her like he’d been dying to. She moaned and writhed against him, her hands buried in her hair. She didn’t need to hold him in place because hehad nowhere else he would rather be. He licked and laved her with his tongue, urged on by her sharp gasps and pleas until her hips arched off the bed and she shouted his name in a husky cry.
“Are you beautiful?” He made his way back up her body and looked down at her flushed face.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “I’m a beautiful fucking goddess.”
“That’s more like it.” Jack nibbled at her lips.
“And like many goddesses, I’m quite demanding.” She reached down between them and took him in her hand.
“God, Lizzy,” he groaned as she slid her fist up and down his length. “You’re killing me.”
“What? This?” she said coyly, squeezing her hand tightly around him until he growled. “But I plan to do so much more.”
“Do it.” Not his most eloquent moment, but he was proud of himself for stringing two words together.
With a wicked little smile, she carried out her plans with passion and generosity that wrecked him. His body was slick with sweat and heavy with satisfaction when she was done with him. Goddesses were indeed very demanding.
“We missed our morning run,” Lizzy said around a yawn, nuzzling against his neck.
“I think it’s safe to say that we got plenty of exercise between last night and this morning.” He trailed his fingers down her spine and smiled when she shivered against him. He loved how responsive she was to his touch.
“We must’ve burned a lot of calories because I’m starving.” Her stomach growled as though to bolster her statement.
“Why don’t you go take a shower while I make us some breakfast?” He planted a kiss on the top of her head. She slipped off the covers and got to her feet, not at all self-conscious abouther nudity. He must’ve done a good job of convincing her that she looked stunning naked. Lucky him.
“How about this?” she said. “Why don’tyougo take a shower whileImake us some breakfast? I don’t want to risk you starting a kitchen fire.”
“Hey,” he said, only a little hurt. “I can make toast without setting anything on fire. Or pour milk over cereal.”
