There is no fear of getting caught or thoughts of making it quick. He takes his time, stroking his tongue along my lips until I open to him.
He tilts my head, taking my mouth in a kiss that I feel through my whole body. He pulls back gruffly. “Bed?”
I try to pry myself out of his arms, but he’s not letting me go. I laugh. “Are you planning on carrying me?”
He nuzzles his beard along my neck. “Yes.”
“Ahh,” I moan. “Through the living room. Down the hall. Second door on the right.”
He’s on the move before I get it all out. He kicks my bedroom door open with his boot and steps into the room. He doesn’t look anywhere but at me as he sets me an arm’s length away from him. I’m unsteady on my feet, and he holds on to me until I’m balanced and then lets me go.
“Are you scared of me?” he asks.
I put a hand on my hip. “If I was, you wouldn’t have been invited into my house, Jack.”
He lifts his hands and then lowers them. “And you’re sure about this? I don’t have anything to offer you, Emily. No tomorrows.”
I want to beg, plead, and convince him that we can be together, but he’s not going to listen, and right now, I just need to know what it feels like to be with him. I can worry about the future later.
Without second-guessing myself, I lift my shirt over my head and toss it across the room to the chair. His eyes go round as he watches me put my hand in each side of my waistband and then pull my dress pants down my hips. As I step out of them, Jack takes a step toward me.
His hands go to my waist, and his fingers grip me tightly. “No regrets.”
I let my hands trail up his chest, and then I loop them around his neck. “No regrets.”
He pulls me to him, flush against his body.
His hands are everywhere, and when he undoes my bra, I suck in a breath. As soon as he exposes me, he cups me with his big hands. I arch my body, needing to be closer to him.
He leans over me, kissing my neck, and when he sucks my erect nipple into his mouth, I almost come apart. He moves to my other breast, kneading and suckling me, and I know that after tonight, I’m not ever going to be the same.
His hands dip into the front of my panties, and he cups me. My hips jerk as he works his finger between my wet, swollen folds.
I’m gripping his shirt. “Jack, please,” I beg him.
He releases me long enough so he can remove his shirt, and then his hands are back on me, and he pulls me against him.
My hands go to his waist, and I undo the button and then unzip him. He groans and then pulls down his pants and underwear while kicking off his boots, all in one swoop.
His movements are rushed, and the moment we’re skin to skin, his manhood pressing against my belly, I groan, barely able to hold back. There’s no turning back now. I want this more than ever.
CHAPTER 9
FELON
I turn her until the backs of her knees are against the bed, and then I gently lay her onto it. Everything inside me is screaming to take her, here and now. There’s nothing I want more than to make her mine, but she’s different. I know I should take it slow for her.
I’m hovering over her, looking down into her beautiful eyes. She looks happy, but I have to ask. “You okay?”
She nods, and I kiss down her body.
She moans, whimpers, and jerks as my lips touch her skin.
As I kiss her belly, she jerks her head up. “Jack… what are you…”
I kiss her mound and press an arm over her hips to hold her down. I raise my head to look at her. “Honey, I’ve dreamt of having you since the first day I met you. If you’re giving yourself to me, I want all of you.”
“But…” she starts. “You don’t have to, you know, I mean…”
