Long Gone Girl (11 page)

A volley of fast tongue flicks and faster,
plunging strokes had her inner sheath clenching ever tighter,
quivering on the edge, so close, so close. A whimper escaped her.
It was almost too much to bear. As if sensing her impending crisis,
Jett suddenly changed tack again. He centered his mouth on her clit
and drew long and hard. The suction was incredible.

“Oh God, yes.” She came at last on a sob,
swamped by a blazing wave of ecstasy. She bit her hand to stop
herself crying out again as spasm after spasm of pleasure wracked
her body. Never, ever in her life had she experienced an orgasm
like this one.

Jefferson Kelly Junior was so phenomenal he
should be declared a US national treasure.

Within moments, Jett was at her side again,
nuzzling her neck, stroking her breasts. She sighed with boneless
satisfaction then somehow dragged together the strength to roll
into his hard body.

She forced her drowsy eyelids open and
sought his gaze. She rather suspected she was smiling foolishly
again. “Thank you. You have no idea how…” She shook her head, stuck
for words that didn’t involve crazy proclamations. “I can’t even
describe it, except wow…just wow.”

Jett kissed her forehead. A devilishly
satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his wide, beautiful mouth.
“I told you earlier today that I aim to please.”

Well, that was an understatement.
Ginny opened her mouth to tell him so but he suddenly rolled on top
of her, pinning her beneath the hot, lean length of his body.

“You realize we haven’t finished yet,” he
murmured. His voice vibrated with dark, husky need and the way his
rock hard cock pressed into her naked belly, there was no doubt he
meant every word.

Ginny brushed her fingertip along the shadow
of dark bristles just below his lower lip. “I was kind of hoping we
hadn’t.” Excitement started to pulse through her, soaking her pussy
again at the thought of Jett inside her. “If you need protection, I
have some in my purse.”

Jett’s eyebrows shot up. “Nurse Ginny is
packing prophylactics? I thought it was only me who’d planned a
dirty weekend.”

“A girl’s got to be prepared for any
situation, Captain Kelly. Including dirty weekends.”

Jett grinned. “So let’s get dirty.”

***

Jett eased himself off Ginny so he could reach for
his discarded jeans and wallet on the floor by the bed. Within a
moment, he’d pulled out a packet of air force issue condoms.
“Military strength,” he joked as he ripped open the packet, then
quickly slid it on. He was thrilled beyond measure that he’d driven
Ginny over the edge already, but he wanted to take her there again
and again. Single-minded and calculating it may be, but he was
determined to ruin her for any other man.

One night together would never be enough.
And he had to make her see that.

He slid alongside Ginny again on the narrow
bed, and the springs squeaked in protest.
Crap
. It wasn’t a
patch on the sumptuous king-size bed he had at The Beacon, but it
would have to do. “Let’s hope Mrs. Fingle doesn’t come a-knocking
if she hears any noises—or expletives—coming from your room.” He
was still blown away by the fact that he’d driven Ginny to the
point of complete abandonment.

Ginny blushed. “Hey. You have to take some
responsibility here,” she said, poking his chest. “If you weren’t
so darned amazing I wouldn’t have—”

He silenced her with a kiss, gorging himself
on the succulent taste and texture of her mouth. “I’m not
complaining,” he murmured when they both came up for air. “Far from
it. I love it that you lost control before. But what I am worried
about,” he covered her with his body again and thrust gently
against her lower belly, “is the fact that I’m so damned turned on
by you, that when I come this time, I’m going to explode. And God
knows what
I’ll
do or say.”

“Oh.” Ginny wrapped her arms around his
shoulders and circled her hips a little beneath him. Her mouth was
curved in a decidedly feline smile. “So what are you waiting for?
Let’s find out.”

“Minx.” Jett claimed her mouth in another
thorough kiss as he gently nudged her legs apart and positioned his
cock between her thighs. The urge to thrust into her balls deep was
nearly overwhelming but he was large and didn’t want to hurt her
given that it had probably been some time since she’d had
penetrative sex. Instead, he gently swiped his fingers between the
folds of her pussy to test her readiness and was richly rewarded
with a simultaneous moan from Ginny and a rush of fresh juices.
Holy shit she was responsive.
The feel, sound and scent of
her arousal was nearly his undoing.

Gritting his jaw against an imminent urge to
ejaculate, Jett began to nudge her slick entrance. She was so
tight, he felt like he was entering a virgin. Ginny whimpered and
gripped his shoulders, her fingernails drawing blood.
Shit
.
Jett immediately ceased all movement, and hovered over her, taking
all his weight on his forearms. His thundering heart pulsed
painfully at the thought he was hurting her so much. What if she
didn’t want this? “Do you want me to stop?”

Her eyes flew open and met his again. “No
way. Don’t even think about it,” she panted. Her brow furrowed and
her mouth was set in a determined line. “I want you. This
will
work.”

Sweet Jesus, he hoped it would. Jett closed
his eyes and red fireworks flared behind his eyelids. Sweat poured
off him and his muscles quaked with the effort it was taking not to
pound into her. “Ginny…I don’t know if I can hold on—”

“Just take me, Jett.” Ginny tilted her hips
and wrapped her legs about him. “Now.”

With a guttural groan, Jett flexed his hips
then thrust all the way in. Ginny bit his shoulder to stifle her
own cry. Fuck she was tight. But Christ it felt good.

“Are you all right?” he rasped into her
ear.

“I will be.” Ginny’s voice was little more
than a hoarse whisper but he believed her. Already he could feel
her body starting to relax beneath his. Although the clench of her
inner passage around him was still tight as hell.

She kissed his throat and stroked her hands
down his back until she gripped his ass. “Come on, Fly-boy. Show me
what you’ve got.”

Hallelujah.
“Yes, ma’am.” Jett
withdrew slowly then plunged back into her.

This time Ginny made a low sound deep in her
throat. A sound of pleasure. “Oh God, that feels good.”

Damn straight it did. Animal need roaring
through his veins, heart crashing against his ribs, Jett began a
slow, driving rhythm of long deep thrusts. Ginny rocked her hips,
matching his pace perfectly. The way her internal muscles rippled
around him, he didn’t think it would be long before she was
climaxing again.

Helpless to resist the pull of his own
mounting orgasm, Jett increased the tempo of his thrusts. Sounds of
sex filled the room; the slap of his sweat-slickened flesh against
Ginny’s, his own low grunts and Ginny’s breathy gasps and moans.
The rhythmic squeak of the bed.

If Mrs. Fingle walked by, there would be no
doubt as to what was going on in this room.

But he didn’t give a flying fuck. He’d take
Ginny to Paradise again come hell or high water. He gripped one of
her legs and hitched it a little higher, changing the angle of his
penetration. His hips ground against her clit. He pumped harder.
Faster.

“Jett. Oh God…Yes.” She was so close he
could feel it. Her quivering inner passage contracted tighter.

He slid his other hand into her wet hair and
gripped her skull. “Look at me.”

Her eyes locked with his, flashing gold
fire. On a shuddering gasp she breathed his name. “Jett.” And then
she came. Gripping him, spasming around him. Sending him hurtling
over the edge into blissful oblivion as well.

“Fuck me.” He collapsed on top of Ginny,
shuddering, gasping her name into her neck as the seemingly endless
shock waves of his release pulsed through him. The raw intimacy of
that moment when Ginny had climaxed and the ferocity of his own
orgasm shook him to his very core.

She owned him, heart and soul. There was no
doubt in his mind. He just prayed that what they’d shared was
enough to convince her that they were meant for each other.

Jett had stayed all night.
Now that was a consequence Ginny had not expected.

When she awoke the next morning in her room
at the Driftwood Boarding House, it was to find herself still
cradled in Jett’s arms. Their legs were entwined and her head was
nestled against his chest. The steady thud of his heartbeat and the
gentle rhythm of his breathing were the perfect counterpoint to the
muted pounding of the surf outside. It must have stopped
raining—weak sunlight filtered through the chintz curtains.

It promised to be another fine day.

Except for the fact that bittersweet sadness
pierced her heart and tears pricked at the back of her eyelids.

Because when Jett woke, she would kiss him
good-bye.

There was no doubt he was a lover like no
other. But that’s all he could ever be. Her heart was still bruised
after Charlie’s loss. And she couldn’t risk giving her heart away
again, especially to a hardened player like Jefferson Kelly, given
that he’d already broken her heart before.

Besides that, she wanted a career, not a
relationship of any kind. Even though it hurt, she had to be
ruthless and crush the tender emotions welling inside her chest for
this man. Forget the moment when Jett had locked his gaze with hers
during their first round of sex last night. When she’d felt like he
was staring into her very soul.

She bit her lip and swallowed to ease the
tight ache in her throat.
No. Don’t think about it, Ginny.
So what that he’d stayed with her, holding her in his arms, the
whole night? This had been a one-night stand. A night of mutually
gratifying sex between two consenting adults who were physically
attracted to each other. Nothing more.

She might want Jett. But she sure as hell
didn’t need him.

She swiped at a tear that had escaped and
her movement woke Jett. He stirred and gathered her closer into his
arms, then kissed her forehead. Her cheek. Then her mouth. Light,
gentle kisses that spoke of tenderness. Just like the tender light
in his sky-blue eyes as his gaze caressed her face.

It’s only the afterglow following a marathon
bout of mind-blowing sex. Don’t kid yourself, Ginny.

“Hey,” he murmured sleepily. “Good morning,
gorgeous. I have to sneak away to the bathroom but I’ll be back in
a minute.”

She swallowed and cleared her throat.
“Sure.” She hoped the betraying huskiness of her tone could be
mistaken for a rusty morning voice.

Jett rose and wrapped a towel about his lean
hips. “Just in case I encounter Mrs. Fingle.”

Ginny forced a smile and nodded, trying to
ignore how drop-dead sexy he looked in nothing but a towel. “Let’s
hope not.”

He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Back
soon.”

As soon as the door snicked shut, Ginny
scooted out of bed and dug her pink cotton robe and fresh panties
out of her valise. It would be easier to farewell Jett if she at
least had something on. She’d only just finished dragging a brush
through the nightmarish mess of her hair when he came back.

“I take it the coast is all clear then?” she
asked with a falsely bright smile.
That’s it. Keep it light and
breezy. We’re all adults here.

“Yep.” Jett’s forehead creased into a slight
frown as his gaze wandered over her berobed body. “Well, except for
a cat.”

“Good. I guess it’s too early for Mrs.
Fingle to be up and about yet. But you never know...” Unsure what
to do or say next, she turned away to make the bed. Her movements
were hurried and clumsy, her knuckles white as she grasped and
tugged at the sheets and quilt.

“Ginny…what’s the matter?”

Jett was right behind her. His hands rested
on her shoulders and she had to crush the impulse to lean back into
him.
Crap, this is going to be harder than I thought.

“Nothing…I was thinking that now would be a
good time for you to make your escape. You know, before Mrs. Fingle
does get up.”

There was a beat of silence then Jett turned
her around. He stared intently into her eyes and she couldn’t stop
a flood of heat rising to her cheeks.

“No, something’s definitely going on that
has nothing to do with Mrs. Fingle,” he said, his tone serious.
“Have I said or done something wrong?”

“No…no not at all.” Ginny twisted her
fingers in the tie of her robe, then stopped herself, aware that
the action would betray her inner turmoil. “It’s just that…last
night was last night, and today…Well today I’ve got plans.” She
sounded so unconvincing, even Mrs. Fingle’s cat wouldn’t believe
her if it was here.