“Jack, I’m sorry but it didn’t seem that way to me. You weren’t exactly making me the centre of your world at that stage.”
That vulnerability was back in her voice and I gritted my teeth. She would trust me. I’d prove to her that she could.
Chapter 12
A little OTT
Urvi
“So I should probably go back to my room,” I said, looking up at Jack’s shadowed face in the dark corridor.
“Er, yeah,” he murmured, staring at my mouth. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, showing just a hint of the body beneath and a light dusting of hair. Stubble darkened his jaw and his hair had been ruffled by the wind and my hands. Turns out I was quite handsy where Jack was concerned – not normally a problem with my other boyfriends. “You probably should.”
Neither of us moved. He just kept staring at my mouth and his eyes flared with a look so possessive, filled with so muchlongingthat my control snapped.
“Okay, so maybe I am easy,” I said as I launched myself at him, hopping up so that my arms went around his neck my legs circled his hips. “So sue me.”
“Urvi,” he breathed as his mouth closed over mine and he pushed me back against the wall of the corridor, holding me up against him. “God, I’ve wanted you for so long.” His words were growled low and full of such acute need that I felt the hairs on the back of my arms stand up. As his mouth moved down my neck and his hands pulled up my shirt, mine went into his thick, gorgeous hair. When his hand met the bare skin of my back I let out a small moan and he pulled away enough to look at my face.
“Are you sure?” he asked and I nodded. The hand that wasn’t on my back moved down to my hip and then slid under to lift me up higher against him. My breath caught as he pressed into my core, before pulling me away from the wall and shouldering his way into the bedroom with me wrapped around him. He carried me to the bed and lowered me down, holding himself above me. For a moment he was perfectly still as he searched my face. “Urvi, I need to hear the words. I need to know you want this. That I’m not . . . that I’m not taking advantage.”
“You’re not taking advantage,” I mumbled, heat hitting my cheeks. Why wasn’t he getting on with it? What did he want? A signed, sworn declaration that I was up for boat sexcapades? I’d launched myself at him for God’s sake. He clenched his jaw and I reached up to the side of his face to sweep over the tight muscle ticking there. He was too far away. My hand went to the back of his neck and pulled him down as my hips shifted against his in an attempt to relieve some pent-up tension. His eyes flared and he gave a deep, low groan at the back of his throat, then he lowered his body to mine so that I was taking more of his delicious weight and his mouth fell to my neck. He kissed from above my collarbone, and as his lips trailed up to my ear I shivered.
My hands moved from his hair down to his back, but there was too much fabric between us. As if he’d read my mind he rose up, grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. His gaze swept over my white lace bra down to my stomach. His pupils were so dilated there was only a tiny ring of blue around the edge. Before I even knew what was happening my shorts were on the floor and my bra followed. The speed at which he was able to undress a woman would have intimidated me had my mind not been completely addled with need. I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, my hand forcing its way underneath to feel the warm skin of his back and he pulled it over his head without bothering with the buttons.
Finally our bodies were skin on skin - his muscled chest and hard, ridged abdomen against my softer form. Then his mouth started making its way from my neck down my body. When he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth I arched off the bed and let out a low feral moan that I’d never heard from myself before. One of his hands trailed down from my other breast to my stomach then under the waistband of my knickers and I felt my body tighten with anticipation. Then he was there, right there, right where I needed him to be, and exerting the perfect pressure.One of my hands went from the warm skin covering the tense muscles of his back into his thick hair. From then onit seemed like he was everywhere, his hands and his mouth working together to push me higher until finally the dam burst and my vision exploded with stars. As I was coming down I was vaguely aware of his boxers being shed and the faint rustle of a condom. Then the delicious weight of his body was on top of me again. He hovered above me and both his hands came up to smooth my hair back at the sides of my face. He searched my expression as I felt him pressing against me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice strained and that muscle ticking in his jaw again as he held himself back from me.
I nodded and regained enough motor function to start tugging at my knickers to pull them down. “Please,” I begged, shifting myself again as I felt the pressure of him, and with a low growl he filled me. For a moment he stilled, and it was just the sound of our heavy breathing filling the cabin, before he kissed me as he started moving and I felt myself climbing again.
I’d never normally been very loud during sex, but this was another deal altogether. I no longer had full control over my vocal chords, between deep throaty moans and little cries I was actuallyspeaking. Okay, so it wasn’t Shakespeare: more along the lines of “yes”, “more”, “don’t stop” and so on, but it was totally out of character for me. When he started moving faster, deeper and harder and he’d tilted me to get just the right angle I needed to fall off the cliff again I actually cried out. It was nearly a full-on scream. As I was coming down he let out his own long, deep groan and stiffened above me so that I could feel all the incredible muscles in his back and buttocks go rock solid. It was the sexiest moment of my life.
“Bloody hell,” he breathed as the tension in his muscles finally loosened and he collapsed on top of me, letting me take his weight for a few moments before he rolled to the side, taking me with him. “That was . . . Christ, that wasintense.” He pulled me against him, tucking my head into his neck and I breathed in his scent, smiling against his chest.
“Hmm,” was all the speech I seemed capable of at that moment, my hand moved over his chest to settle around his ribs and I gave him a squeeze. I nearly leapt off the bed when a loud rapping came at the door. Jack swore and knifed up, naked, dealing swiftly with the condom before pulling on his boxers. He turned back and drew the covers up to my chin before going for the door - in his boxers! I opened my mouth to protest but was too late.
“About bloody time,” he muttered to whomever was responsible for the obnoxious knocking.
“Oh, I’msosorry it took me a day and a half instead of just one to source a highly specialised –” Jack cut off the mystery man’s voice by slamming the door in his face. Then, carrying his package, he slid back into the bed to sit beside me and pulled me up so I was sitting too, but again tucked into his side.
“Er, do you have to open that now?” I asked as he started ripping off the brown outer layer. Talk about impatient to get your mitts on your Amazon orders. But then I fell silent as a saw what was inside.
Freestyle Libra.
“Why do you have . . . ?” I trailed off as he unwrapped a set of ten sensors then started reading the instructions.
“Seems pretty simple,” he muttered as he turned the reader over in his hands.
“Did you get this forme?” I asked. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow with a small smile.
“Er, no I got it for the other diabetic woman I’m seeing on the boat who needed this exact type of monitoring device.”
“How did you evenknowabout Freestyle Libra?”
He put the reader down and eyed me with a wary look. “Okay, so this is going to come across a little OTT. Maybe.”
“Er . . . what?”
