But he had to take the next step. And he knew it because he was still staring at her, his chest rising and falling heavily, and then…
“Fuck it,” he growled, then pulled her up onto her tiptoes and took her mouth with his. He kissed her as if he were starving, as if he was throwing his principles overboard, and wanting it to be worth it.
She didn’t care what his reasons were as long as he didn’t stop. She buried her hands in his hair, opened her lips under his, and became lost. Jack tasted of whiskey and temptation, his touch rough and coarse, his kisses long and deep, and his muscles hard under her fingers.
It felt like they had been sexually charging for the last twelve hours only to now release all that energy.
Jack pressed her against the door, pushed one of his muscular thighs between hers, and ran the flat of his hands up her body over her small breasts, making her gasp. His tongue hit hers, sending hot bolts surging through her center as she clung to his shoulders, rubbing his hard thigh to keep from collapsing on the floor in desire.
This was hot chaos. Hands everywhere. Biting, tongues, raw desire. It was so easy to let go – to do everything she would then deny herself for the next few weeks. And how the hell did Jack manage to get the door open without her noticing?
She didn’t know, but the next moment, she stumbled backward. She dropped the jute bag and bumped her hip against a shelf that shook menacingly before she heard loud clinking.
Breathing heavily, she paused and pulled away from Jack before peering into his eyes. It was dark, but light from a streetlamp filtered in from the next room. His pupils were huge, only heat and desire…because of her.
She swallowed, digging her fingers deeper into his shoulders.
“Statistically, the USA is number one in one-night stands,” she whispered. “With Germany and Cyprus following. Sixty-six percent of Americans have had one. So, this is nothing special at all, it…”
“It’s going to be special,” he interrupted, kicking her door shut and lowering his mouth to hers again.
Her heart fluttered. Itwasalready special. She hadn’t had sex in years. Hadn’t been touched like this in eons. His kisses were greedy, making her dizzy. Moisture gathered between her legs as he cupped her ass and pulled her pelvis against his rock-hard erection, which she could feel through his jeans.
Oh God, he felt big. It was amazing, just… Shit, how long had it been since she’d had sex? And he seemed so experienced, what if…
“Did we break something? Something tinkled over there, didn’t it?” she whispered, and Jack paused again.
He slowly pulled away. His breathing was shallow, and she could feel his heart pounding violently under her palm.
“Do you always talk when you’re making out?” he asked, sounding amused rather than annoyed.
She swallowed. “Only when I’m nervous.”
“Why are you nervous, Penny?” he asked gently, running his hands down her neck, stroking her rapidly pounding pulse with his index finger.
Everything inside her tightened sweetly. “I know it was practically my idea, but…it’s been a long time for me.”
He nodded. “Would you rather we stop? I…”
“No,” she interrupted, licking her lips, “that’s the last thing I want. I want you…to make me stop thinking. Touch me until my past and future are nothing but a gray mass and colors explode around me.”
Jack gave her a crooked smile and leaned down to her. He kissed her gently on the mouth and behind her ear before trailing moist streaks down her neck while his hands wandered up her hips and under her thin t-shirt.
“Let’s try this,” he whispered and traced her ribcage with his fingers. He slid up her back and down her sides again, slowly and tenderly as if she were something precious.
Penny was actually slim and flat. Everywhere. But, with his hands on her body, she felt like the curviest, most beautiful woman in the whole world. And when he cupped her bare breasts and pinched her nipples with his index finger and thumb, a moan escaped her lips that echoed off the ceiling in the strange apartment hallway.
“Fuck. You’re not wearing a bra,” he whispered against her lips.
She shook her head, stars in front of her eyes. “My breasts don’t really need one.”
A throaty gasp came from his mouth. “That wasn’t a criticism, merely an observation.”
He pulled the shirt over her head, tossed it carelessly on the floor, and kissed her neck, peppering little bites along her collarbone, running his hand back to her pants, under her waistband…and rubbing her roughly through her panties with his knuckles.
She whimpered and would have collapsed if he hadn’t held her upright with one leg between hers. The heat between her thighs was unbearable and there was his thumb, now slipping under her panties, pressing against her clit, rubbing back and forth while Jack kissed her deeply, his tongue pushing against hers at the same moment he slowly slid a finger into her and bent it upward.
Her head fell back as desire swirled in a colorful mass in her abdomen.
