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Her fingers moved, stroking around her clit as he watched, felt the sweat trickle down his neck, and knew he was losing control.
Holding her thighs, fighting to keep his fingers from bruising her, he gave in to the need to drive inside her, to fuck her like the man possessed that he was becoming.
He groaned, feeling her pussy rippling around him, clenching as he retreated as though to hold him inside her. Her smothered moans only made him hotter, impossibly harder.
And when he felt her arch, her entire body tightening, her pussy spasming around his dick, he lost it. He slammed inside her, the need for release ripping past his control, and filled her body with each hard, furious ejaculation of his seed. Feeling her orgasm, the way it locked her inner muscles tight around him and sucked at him with eager ripples, was like nothing he could have imagined.
He’d never taken a woman bare, never thought to.
Until Poppy.
And now, he’d never be able to take her any other way.
Lying over her, he let his lips wander over hers, gently now. He pushed her damp hair back from her face, eased her as ripples of aftershock caused her to tremble beneath him.
Goddamn, she burned him alive, made him crazy for her, made him resent every fucking second that he had to spend away from her.
He wasn’t going to have enough time with her. Not enough to sate himself, to walk away from her and not be tormented by the hunger for her.
He’d told her that he knew he’d break her heart when he left Barboursville. What he didn’t tell her was that he knew she’d break that part of him that he hadn’t even known he still possessed. She’d break his soul.
He’d never be the same after Poppy looked at him with hate in her eyes, and he knew it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The Porter house was just as he remembered it, Jack thought the next morning after he parked in the back lot and grabbed the large box of food Poppy had packed that morning.
Opening the wide gate into a yard protected by a privacy fence, Poppy stood back and held the gate open for him to step through. The box wasn’t that heavy, but he’d seen her try to lift it and had immediately taken it from her.
Lasagna, a couple of dozen yeast rolls, and a chicken stuffing casserole that had a good portion missing. Come to think of it, so did the lasagna. There were several rolls missing, too.
She’d been outraged before they left the house to learn he’d dug into the food after they’d gone to bed the night before. And she’d blushed so prettily when he told her it took food to fuel the energy needed to keep her orgasms coming through the night.
Which was exactly what he’d done. And still, he wanted her.
There had to be a point where a man sated his lust for a particular woman and finally had her out of his system, he’d told himself. But even as that thought had whispered through his mind, he’d known better. He’d wanted her when she was seventeen, and that need had only grown stronger over the years.
Even before Ian and Kira had come to him with this op, he’d known he’d be returning for her as soon as possible and that he was going to claim her. He hadn’t thought past getting into her bed, multiple times, so he hadn’t once thought about walking away from her.
“Mac, John David, and Evan are not going to be happy that you ate so much of the lasagna and casserole,” she warned him, breaking into his thoughts as they approached the porch. “That and Momma’s chicken and dumplings and fried chicken are their favorites.”
“Sucks to be them,” he grunted, not really caring how they reacted.
Was it possible to have a food orgasm? Jack wondered a little too seriously. He’d never tasted Mrs. Porter’s chicken and dumplings or fried chicken, but he’d sure as hell heard about them from the brothers’ friends—who were invited to the Porter house often for dinner.
He’d never been invited. The one time Poppy had forced him inside, it had been hot vegetable soup and homemade bread, but even that had been more of a meal than he usually had. School lunches were usually the best he could hope for during those years.
He followed her up the back porch, the food in the box almost forgotten at the thought of the delicacies that awaited him inside that house.
As they stepped into the large kitchen, chaos greeted them, but Poppy didn’t seem to mind it.
“Aunt Poppy!” a child’s voice cried out. “Aunt Poppy’s here and there’s a giant with her. A big giant.”
Two pint-sized little boys tore from another room and raced into Poppy’s arms as she bent down and wrapped her arms around both of them. On their heels, a little girl no more than two toddled behind them.
The little girl, her red curls surrounding her face, bright green eyes filled with excitement, sidestepped Poppy and made a beeline behind her to Jack.
Jack stared down at her as she raised her arms up to him, her chubby cheeks stretched wide in a grin.
