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Nina stopped pacing, and then a small frown formed on her face. “I mean it, Jack. We’re not lying in bed together.”
I got up and began unbuttoning my shirt while looking at her. The crimson color formed on her cheeks as she watched me. Her gaze followed my finger’s movements till the shirt dropped to the ground, and I stood before her, my chest rising and falling with the force of my breathing.
Did she know what she was doing to me? Could she tell?
A slow hum started in my blood as I stared at her lips. I tried to tell myself to look away, but God, she was making it so difficult with the way her eyes held onto mine.
Something snapped in the air then, and I couldn’t tell who moved first, but the next thing I knew, I had crossed the distance between us and plastered my lips to hers for a soulful kiss I knew I wouldn’t recover from.
Chapter Seven
Nina
Hishandsswoopedaroundmy waist as he drew me to him, and I was mindless to stop him. All I wanted to do was feel the heat of his kiss and enjoy the pleasures that wracked through my whole body. His tongue found its way into my mouth and reminded me of all the pleasures I had forgotten.
I was lost in the heat of his kiss, and the warmth his embrace created around me. Jack also seemed mindlessly into the kiss. When my lids fluttered open, he slowly pulled away from me. I noticed his eyes were still closed, and he rubbed his nose against mine, drew in a deep breath, and sighed. “Nina,” he called.
His voice made me shiver. The hoarseness and the trembling undertone tore apart every restraint I prided myself on. At that moment, I wanted Jack and nothing else.
No one else.
I initiated the next kiss, snaked my hands around his neck, and lifted myself on tiptoe so I could meet his lips fully. Nothing else mattered from then on, because his larger palms pressed against my back and then slowly started to undress me.
He slid his hands under the nightgown, and his hands grazing the bare skin of my thighs and bottom made me shiver. Jack lifted me effortlessly into his arms and carried me to the bed.
Once my back sank into the mattress, he climbed in after me and parted my thighs so he could rock his hardness into me. The memories of our first night together came back with lightning speed, but the tingles racing through me and the pleasure curling my toes was more intense than that night.
I knew there was no holding back. I wanted Jack, and I could tell from his pants and the passion in his searing gaze when he looked at me that he felt the same way.
His lips hovered above mine, but he kissed my neck instead, then drew the nightgown to my neck, raised my body off the bed, and took it off completely.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he growled in a shaky voice. “You drive me insane.”
His words egged me on and made a small smile form on the side of my lip. I loved the way he looked at me. He took his time like he was feasting, and he stared at every inch of my body before he trailed his hands down from the swell of my breasts to the curve of my hips and my full thighs.
When he spread my legs apart again, I willingly parted for him. My fingers gripped the sheets as he began kissing my inner thighs and working his middle finger toward the folds of my most sensitive spot.
I cried out when his slow strokes became more intense. My hips moved up from the bed because I wanted to meet his thrusts and enjoy the sensations of his lips and tongue on me.
“Jack,” I cried out, moaned, and then nibbled on my lower lip.
“I’m going to take you slowly,” he whispered. His words felt more like a threat than anything. I shivered in anticipation of what he could do to me. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted. “I’m going to pleasure you tonight.”
His shuddery breath against my wet inner lips made my toes curl deeper into the sheets. Once he kissed up my abdomen and got to my breasts, my fingers worked their way up his muscular neck into his hair, and I ran my hands through his thick strands, loving his murmurs and the softness of his kisses around my nipples.
Every touch and stroke of his tongue around that spot made me grow wetter. His hardness bulged out of his pants and begged for my attention, so I stroked my right hand down the bulge, then unbuckled him and unzipped his fly.
Jack was harder than ever—he was hot and pulsating, ready. I wanted him buried deep inside me to the hilt, and as I stroked my hand down his length, his groans told me he wanted the same thing.
Jack grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head with one of his, then he kissed my lips deeply again, licked a path down to my navel, and toyed with it before he gently guided the tip of his male hardness into me.
I sighed and spread my thighs wider for him. The feel of his velvety hardness thrusting inside me was more than I could stand. I nibbled on my lower lip, closed my eyes, and gave in to the sensations rocking through me.
My thighs quivered and I cried out when he slid out to the hilt, paused, and then thrust fully into me without warning.
Our bodies started an old sensual dance of pleasure then, and I was his fiddle. He played with me, made me gasp and cry for him, then kissed me till I was breathless and drove me to the edge, only to start all over again.
Seconds flowed into minutes; our soft sighs and his murmurs filled the night. The sheets tangled between our bodies; Jack found my hands and linked our fingers, and he kept his thrusts deep and filling till I was moaning and shuddering over the edge of sanity and climaxing with intensity.
