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He wasn’t prepared for this. Jack had worked hard enough to be confident about his body, but the effect of kneeling before her, naked as the day he was born and offering himself to Cass, was extraordinary. When her smile told him that she liked what she saw, he felt his limbs begin to tremble. She ran one finger over his deltoid muscle and Jack felt his shoulders flex in response.
‘Look carefully.’ Her gaze was running across his skin like electricity and he didn’t want this to end any time soon.
She shot him a smile, targeting his chest next, and then his abs. Then she moved behind him and Jack caught his breath as he felt her warm hands on his back. Cass leaned over, bending to brush her lips against his ear and he groaned.
‘Very nice. Exceptional, in fact.’
His heart thumped in his chest as she circled him again, stopping to face him. He caught her hand, kissing her fingers. ‘All at your service.’
‘That I like. Very much.’
‘I’ll take good care of you, Cass.’ He wanted her to know that. Wanted beyond anything for her to believe it.
‘I know.’ She pulled her sweater over her head and Jack instinctively dropped his gaze to the ground. He’d never much thought about the seductive quality of listening to a woman undress, but this was beyond anything he could have dreamed. The soft scrape of material against skin. When he heard her unzip her jeans, his head began to swim and he gasped for breath.
‘Jack...’ Her fingers stroked his jaw and he raised his head. The picture of Cass, standing in front of him, naked, proud and strong, her red hair gleaming in the firelight, burned itself into his consciousness like a brand. Jack knew he would never forget this moment.
* * *
He was beautiful. Shadows contoured the honed muscles of his shoulders, slipping downwards towards slim hips and
strong thighs. Like a fine sculpture of a man, every inch of which had been fashioned by a master craftsman, in perfect form and proportion.
A man less confident about his body might have objected to this. But Jack’s strength allowed them to go places she’d never been before. Allowed them to act out the fantasy without the possibility of bruising his ego.
He wasn’t just some abstract being, though. This gorgeous body would be nothing without Jack’s warm eyes. The tenderness of his touch as he reached out, sliding his fingers along her curves.
‘You are exquisite.’ His hands moved to her waist and he drew her in, kissing her hip. Cass’s legs began to shake and then gave way altogether, and his grip tightened, holding her as she fell to her knees. Then he pulled her against him in a movement of unashamed power.
Her gaze met his and he kissed her. The ache of wanting him so much was almost unbearable now and she clung to his neck as he picked her up, a tangle of trembling limbs, and laid her down in front of the fire.
Settling himself over her, one arm curled around her back, the other hand moving towards her breast. A bright shiver of anticipation and suddenly Jack stilled, his fingers just a moment away from her skin. Before he’d even touched her nipple it was tight and hard.
Just a breath, a brush of his lips, and then he turned his face up to her. ‘Crazy for me?’
‘You know I am, Jack.’
‘Yeah. I’m crazy for you too, princess.’ His hand trailed down, caressing, learning her body. Each time she caught her breath his fingers responded, lingering a little until he tore a cry from her lips. Caught in his gaze, she could hide nothing from him.
* * *
Jack didn’t know how much more of this he could stand. He felt as if he was melting. So very hard, and so very soft, both at the same time.
She tightened the muscles which cradled him inside her and he gasped.
‘You like that...?’
‘Yes would be an understatement. Do it again.’
‘Your wish...’ She did it again, grinning as he cried out. ‘Is my command.’
‘And yours...’ He cupped her breast, stroking the nipple with his thumb, and felt her jolt against him. ‘Is mine.’
They’d tested each other and broken every limit that Jack thought he had. Balanced together on the edge of a precipice, one false move would send them over the edge. Jack staved off the inevitable for as long as he could.
His sweet Cassandra. The words echoed in his head for a moment as he saw her break, coming apart at the seams so completely that she took him with her. And, when he came, the sudden violence of each sensation robbed Jack of everything. He belonged to her now.
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