Not one centimeter.
I’d found a good spot, and I was no dummy. I would stay there forever and pass out from carpal tunnel tongue before I budged.
A minute or two later, Elise saved me from a hospital visit by grabbing my hair and crying out her release.
I moved up, kissing her as I went, while her breathing returned to normal.
The dazed look in her eyes cleared. “My turn.”
ChapterThirty-Two
Elise
The nightof our one-night stand had never been crystal clear, because for so long I’d been trying to forget the emotions it had brought out. Plus, it had been dark and more about feel than anything else. But some things were memorable—like the orgasm Jack had given me.
Tonight’s orgasm was even more powerful. Did the man have a magic tongue? He hadn’t used that tongue the last time, and I realized how much I’d missed out.
“My turn,” I said and urged him onto his back before climbing on top until I was straddling his waist.
Jack reached for the drawer in the nightstand, cursed when it didn’t open, then grabbed a condom and quickly put it on.
He gripped my ass, and I shifted until he nearly entered me. And then I adjusted slightly and he did, slowly at first, his head tipped back while his hands gripped my hips in a way that suggested he was holding back. But I didn’t want him to hold back.
I leaned forward and rocked my hips, setting a pace that had sweat breaking out on his forehead. “Is this too much, Jackson?”
“Don’t tease me, Hot Stuff. I’ve got a lot of pent-up sexual energy for you.” He flipped us so that he was on top and drove into me.
I squeaked in surprise, and he stopped.
“You okay? Was I too rough?”
I smacked his ass. “Keep going.”
He grinned and thrust forward, kissing me gently and touching my face. I’d wanted to be in control of his release, but he was back in charge and ramping me up for another orgasm.
He reached between us and touched me while he thrust, hitting two spots at once.
I flung my head back on a climax so powerful I felt like my spirit had left my body. By the time I could focus, Jack was holding me, his cheek pressed against my forehead in the throes of his own release.
A low groan escaped his chest as he peppered my forehead with kisses I didn’t think he knew he was giving. The kisses grew less sporadic, more targeted, until his body stilled and his lips found my mouth.
But he was still inside me. And he was still hard. “I see you don’t have a refractory period.”
“Told you, I have a lot of suppressed desire where you’re concerned. I’ve wanted you from the moment you walked in the door.”
I stretched experimentally beneath him, making sure my limbs still functioned. “The day I moved in?”
“No. When you came over to visit your sister after she moved into my apartment.”
Wait—what?I tried to sit up, but he was heavy. “That was more than six months ago.”
He brushed a lock of hair off my cheek. “Exactly. Half a year of built-up sexual desire. Let me know when you’re ready for round two.” His expression was calm but focused.
The man was serious.
I tried to sit up again, and this time, Jack rolled to the side, but he kept his arm possessively wrapped around my torso. “You haven’t actually been celibate since we hooked up…have you?”
He didn’t answer. Just stared.
