Chapter Twenty-Two
One of Those Moments
Bonnie
Jack looked down at his own sandwich but didn’t take a bite. Then he scanned up and down the beach.
Bringing his eyes back to mine, he reached out, plucked my sandwich from my hands, and dropped it back into the picnic basket beside his uneaten one.
“I wasn’t finished with—”
Ignoring my protest, Jack rolled forward and slid a hand into my hair, curling it around the back of my head and pulling my face to his. He pressed a hard, hungry kiss to my lips.
My sandwich was instantly forgotten along with every other rational thought in my mind.
Who needed a brain anyway when you had a galloping heart and a bucketful of raging hormones to run the show?
Mine were certainly doing their part. My heart pumped wildly, sending electrical sparks of awareness to every extremity while my hormones did the ecstatic happy dance they always did when Jack kissed me.
As the kiss deepened, his magical fingers moved to my neck then around to the front where they coasted down over my collarbone to the edge of my bikini top.
Jack delicately traced the eyelet-trimmed demi-cups, causing a spray of goosebumps to emerge all over my chest, neck and shoulders. I thought my nipples might climb out on their own trying to get to him.
“I want you so much,” he whispered between kisses. “All I can think about is you—your smile—your laugh—yourbody. You are...” Another fervent kiss. “...the sexiest,” Kiss. “...most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Having spent far too much time studying internet photos of Jack and his ex-girlfriend, I found that hard to believe. But then, sometimes getting to know someone made them better looking, didn’t it?
Sometimes it was stupidly obvious at first site, as was the case with my attraction to him.
My mind ricocheted back to the book signing two years ago, when, overwhelmed by the IRL version of him, I’d blurted the same two words in a bookstore in front of a crowd.
You’re beautiful.
At that time, I would never have predicted in a million years what was happening today.
What exactlywashappening, anyway?
Besides me legitimately considering begging Jack to finish what we’d started several nights ago and take me right here and now in broad daylight on a public beach.
I gasped as he lowered his head and kissed my chest, working those wicked lips down toward the innocent white lace. My fingers tangled in Jack’s thick hair, and he lifted his head to kiss my mouth again, longer and deeper this time, until I could barely breathe or think.
When he slipped a hand behind one of my knees and tugged it across his hip, shifting me so I straddled his lap, I stopped thinking altogether.
Oh my God.He was rock hard and rearing.
The feel of his scorching erection directly beneath my wet bikini bottoms was mind-scrambling. Instinct and the insanity of extreme arousal took over.
Digging my hands into the sand on either side of his head, I lowered my mouth to his, bringing us chest to chest, and began a slow, deliberate slide. Down. Then up. Down again.
With each purposeful glide against the ridge of his hard-on, delicious hot ripples of pleasure vibrated between my legs.
Jack groaned and gripped my waist then my hips, sinking his fingers into the pliant flesh. His mouth absorbed the pleasure sounds I was making as his tongue moved in deep, indecent strokes that reminded me of what he’d done to me while on his knees in the hallway last night.
His muscles tensed, then in one rapid move, he flipped our positions, rolling on top of me.
Oh wow.
This was even better. Now I could feel every contour of his magnificent body, his weight, his length, the vast imbalance of our physical power—his over mine—as well as the emotional and sexual power I had over him.
