Jack and Ginger (Sacred Heart Coven Book 3) (17 page)

"Wow, you make it sound like a fairy tale." Ginger looked up at him, her eyes begging that the man shut up and kiss her. She never would have had the nerve to kiss him first or to tell him that she wanted him to, but by golly she wanted more than that man's lips on hers.
 

He trailed his hand along the side of her cheek before tracing his finger down her exposed neck.

His caress was addicting, like a drug.
 

"Your skin is softer than the finest silk."
 

She knew that she was extra soft from the salt and oil scrub. She watched his hand as it danced over her bare shoulder. His touch sent shivers down her spine, tickling at each and every vertebrae.
 

Ginger felt his desire; it burned through her like liquid fire. The only thing between their bodies was the heat, his tear stained shirt and a promise in his eyes that he could make her core melt from his touch.
 

She could hear him breathing. This was her first realization that the smoke alarm had stopped screaming. His breath was slow and it brought her awareness to her nearly non-existent inhalations. She was nervous. She didn't know what was going to happen next. She wondered if the respectable thing to do would be to back up and close her robe.

Her desire was not on that train of thought. She preferred the idea of her robe not being there at all.

Redford, Jack, this man, had the personality of an angel, a face of a god and a body that she was sure only the devil could have crafted. She hardly knew him at all, yet the temptation ran so deep, she couldn't deny it if she tried.

"I'm sorry about your shirt," she blurted out. She couldn't believe she said something so not in the moment and bit her bottom lip as she stroked the damp spot on his chest.
 

He looked down, his gaze meeting with hers as she looked up at him with her doe eyes.
 

"I can wash it for you, or put it in the dryer."
 

Yes, she really set the mood with that offer. She didn't remove her hand from his chest. She felt his heart pounding against his well-formed chest. She looked at her hands and watched them rise and fall with each breath he took.

 
"I'm not worried about the shirt," he said. Looking at her with his eyes slightly hooded. His voice was raspy and seductive. "But, if you insist, I can take it off."

His eyes questioned her. His smirk answered her.
 

Ginger let her hands slide down his chest to the hem of his concert tee. Her eyes stayed locked in on his again like they were connected with an invisible beam of light. She lifted the bottom of his shirt.
 

She knew that was it. She opened the door to her heart and all the possibilities that came along with removing his shirt, considering she was already near naked.
 

Boy was she glad she had decided to give the master bedroom a makeover. Yet another thing that just seemed to make cosmic sense.

He helped her lift his shirt over his head. Their bodies separated and what little bit of her robe that was held together by the pressure of their embrace fell off to the sides.
 

Ginger was too entranced in seeing the ripples of corded muscles on his bare chest to care.
 

He tossed his shirt on the floor behind him. His chest heaved and his eyes hungrily devoured ever inch of how much woman she was. It had been a long time since anyone had seen her naked and an even longer since anyone had looked at her like that.
 

"Shit," he said sucking in a quick breath. "Every inch of you is pure perfection."

Ginger stood there with her back slightly arched so that her breasts sat as full as they could on top of her ribs. Her legs were slightly crossed in a way that her hips curved out to the side creating a perfect hourglass figure.
 

"Come here," he said tucking his hand behind her back pulling her back into the close confines of his arms. She started to open her lips to start speaking. He gently put his finger over her lips dragging her bottom lip open.

The palm of his hand followed as he took the left side of her face in his hand. The pad of his thumb rubbed again over her bottom lip.
 

Ginger's legs started to weaken. Their eyes never parting until he tilted his head to the side. He cautiously leaned in toward her. His lips felt hot as they softly grabbed at her bottom lip.

She felt her shoulders drop back and let go of everything that existed outside of his kiss. He continued to kiss only her bottom lip. God how she wanted to kiss him back, but she couldn't move. She didn't want to move.
 

There was something so simple about his kisses, but she could feel the hunger and the restraint that he was forcing himself to have. His breath was sweet like apricots and lemons. She could almost taste it.

She closed her eyes and her head slightly tipped back as his kiss moved down to the tip of her chin. She felt the expanse of his hand as he let his widely spread fingers guide her head back before dragging them down so that his thumb moved over the center of her throat. His fingers were softly wrapped around the back of her neck before they moved in unison with his mouth down over her collar bone and across her shoulder.

She felt the pressure on her skin change as his tongue slowly swirled its way back up her neck. She nearly crumbled at his touch. The sound of his slight moan as his nose brushed against her ear made her feel like she had control over something, even if it was only his desire.
 

Ginger felt him remove the clip from her hair. The weight of her red mane fell down draping over her bare shoulders. Her robe hung low in the back, only held up by her bent elbows.
 

He laced his fingers into her hair and took control of the moment when his lips reunited with hers. She wasted no time opening up for him to kiss her deep and hard. It wasn't a forceful kiss, but one that expressed his immediate need for her.

Ginger's hands trembled with excitement and nervousness as she grabbed at his belt buckle. She used her other hand to hold his head in place as they kissed. She managed to unlatch his belt buckle with one hand. As she fumbled with the button she pulled him back toward the bedroom, but she misjudged the location of where she stood. Instead she found herself pressed against the wall.

Their kiss still entangled. Ginger felt the heat rising between them. Her face flushed with arousal. It was but an hour ago that Ginger lay in the tub fantasizing about this very minute. She felt the familiar throbbing begin to pulse between her legs.

She had brought herself nearly over the edge when she was interrupted by his knock at the door. Not even in her wildest dreams did she think her fantasies could come true so fast.
 

Ginger finally realized that his pants were snaps and not buttons making the chore less daunting. She tugged hard this time, swiftly breaking apart all the snaps at once. She was pleasantly surprised to find him not wearing any underwear. She slid her hand between the denim and his skin until his pants fell to the ground. She was more than impressed with what he had packed inside.
 

She let her fingers explore his smooth shaft. Had her lips not been locked in a kiss they would have curled up at his matched grooming style. There was nothing to stand in the way of her sliding her hand all the way to the base. She marveled at both the length and girth of his erection.
 

As she stroked him, he leaned back breaking the kiss. "Oh, mmm," he mewled. "Mmm, Ginger."

Jack's hand grazed along the inside of her thigh working its way up to her hot center. She stepped a half a step out allowing room for his hand to find her.

He teased along her smooth outer lips. His touch was so gentle so sweet. The intensity of his strokes increased as he searched for the perfect spot to plunge his fingers. He eased one in just enough to draw her moisture out rubbing it between her folds.

"Oh my God, Ginger, you are so fucking wet." He slid his two center fingers in hooking them forward stroking her inside walls. Her knees started to buckle. "I bet you taste as sweet as you smell."

He trailed his hot kisses down between her breasts and over her soft flat belly. Jack put his knee up and lifted Ginger's leg placing her foot on his knee. She felt his hot moist tongue glide over her smooth mound until he reached her hooded bud. He licked her in a circular motion while he worked his fingers in and out firing off every one of her nerve endings pushing her pleasure higher and higher.
 

Ginger wasn't sure how much more she could stand without completely exploding like a wet bomb on his face. She wanted more. She was greedy to feel more of him, all of him. She stroked her fingers through his silver streaks.

Her pulse was quick and her throaty moans heightened the experience. She had never felt so sexy. So ravished. Her shoulders pressed back into the wall as her hips lifted meeting his kisses.
 

Jack reached up, cradling the lower curve of her breast. At the same time he trailed his other hand down her thigh followed by his slow salacious kisses.
 

He reversed the motion working his soft lips back up over the top of her thigh and around her waist as he rose up in front of her. Taking a brief pause to suckle the erect tips of her breast. He held her close so that she felt his taunt skin glide over her.
 

She felt how aroused he was by his hard rod that rested between her legs. He softly kissed her neck holding her head in the palm of his hand. "You taste like fresh honeysuckle on a hot summer day."
 

His husky voice vibrated over the invisible hairs on her ear. She grabbed at the back of his hair pulling his kiss back to her lips. She kissed him with the passion that she had been bottling up for years.
 

She could taste her own sweet juices in the kiss. The smell of lemon and honeysuckle mixed with the spicy sent of her sex. His hands were all over her, stroking her soft skin feeling her where ever his hands could manage to reach.

"Your body is perfect. The way you feel in my hands and in my mouth...you are so fucking hot and with such grace." He spoke into their kiss. "I want to feel our bodies dance as one."

Ginger had no words, she didn't need any. She wanted him, she had been thinking about having him for herself all day. She let her lips do the talking for her and reached her hand down between her legs taking a hold of his shaft.

She rubbed it between her wet folds and lifted her right leg enough so she could allow him entry. He slid in nice and slow, holding her by the waist helping her glide on to him. They both moaned out at the same time.

Jack helped Ginger keep her leg elevated as he slowly worked his hips up and down. His icy blue eyes met her gaze. The intensity of his dark pupils against his almost crystal clear irises nearly took her breath away.
 

She braced herself by clinging to his strong shoulders. She knew even though she could feel the pressure of him in her abdomen that he was holding back. There was an aching inside of her that had been there since she saw him first walk into Jasinda's bar.
 

She felt it now burning inside of her. Building as his rhythm increased. Ginger's nipples grazed against his chest sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body.

"Come here," he instructed lifting her other leg so that they could wrap around him. "Where is your bed?"

"What...behind us." Her voice rasped against his neck. "Don't stop though."

Jack laughed, "We are just getting started."
 

He carried her the short distance down the rest of the hallway to the master bedroom. He lifted her off of him and helped her to her feet.

"I want to taste you," Ginger said. "I want to taste me on you."
 

Ginger stood in front of him, glad the candles were all still burning in her room. It was too perfect. She couldn't have planned it out any better.

"Look at you," she said, "You are gorgeous. From your head all the way down...sculpted to perfection." She dragged her hands down over his pectoral muscles down over his washboard abs. Jack may have had silver hair but he had the body of a twenty year old.

Her hands grazed down until they found her mark. His cock was still glistening with her own juices. She gently stroked the sides of him with her finger tips. He was standing at enough of attention that she didn't need to hold him up to access where she wanted her mouth to be.

She licked him from the base of his balls all the way up to the shaft until her tongue found its way over the slight indentation until she reached the tip. She whirled her tongue around the rim before filling her mouth with a mixture of his and hers, salty and sweet.
 

Ginger looked up at Jack as he looked down on her with hungry eyes. She watched him watching her suck on him like an ice pop on a hot day. He held her hair back away from her face so he had the perfect view. It only made her ache more for him.
 

"Oh... Ginger... Fuck..." he moaned between breaths.
 

Pleasuring him, knowing that he was enjoying himself made her feel something she hadn't felt in a long time if ever. She felt proud of her sex and how she could make a man feel. She wanted to show him, she wanted to make him feel like he had never felt before.
 

He gently pulled her back up to him and took her under her arms and eased her back on to the bed.
 

"I want to have every inch of you in my mouth." He started by lifting her foot. He took her toes into his mouth one by one swirling and sucking on them.
 

It tickled, it hurt, it felt so fucking good. Ginger had never nor had she ever thought she would ever have someone suck on her toes. And she thought she would make him feel something he had never felt before, this man was rocking her world more than any woman could have dreamt for.