Secret Storm (21 page)

Oh God!
Her entire body curled and her
nipples hardened into throbbing little nubs, begging to be touched.
His hands were occupied so she stroked and pinched her own breasts
until the throbbing stopped, only to be replaced by a heated rush
that swept through her, consuming everything in its path.

While she caught her breath, she gazed at his
perfect body. Even knowing how he'd gotten that terrible scar
didn't diminish her desire for him. She touched it again, hoping he
wouldn't push her away. He'd flinched the first time, but since
then hadn't seemed to mind. She wanted him to know she didn't fear
it. She heard a groan from between her thighs and looked down.

Jack smiled, watching her.

***

"You got your show, and I got mine." He stood
up and wrapped her legs around his hips, sliding in deep.

Damn that felt good
. Her body fit him
hot and snug like a glove—made just for him—but he needed a little
adjustment.

He reached over and grabbed a pillow,
slipping it under her ass and raising her hips to a better
angle.

"Oh perfect," she moaned as he entered her,
rubbing against her hot nub each time he pushed in and pulled
out.

He laughed and dropped his head back over his
shoulders. Her body got tighter with every stroke, forcing him to
slow his thrusts, but that just prolonged his pleasure. He groaned.
"Ah Sara, I don't think I can ever get enough."

"Fine by me." She tightened her thighs and
pulled him in deeper, but let him maintain their slow pace. She
lifted her head and watched his cock slide into her, his long lean
muscles flexing with every thrust. "I like this show too."

"Do you now?" He laughed. "I've got something
else to show you, sweetheart." He grabbed her arms and yanked her
up against his chest so she sat in front of him, the swift motion
driving him in deep.

***

"Ohh, don't stop." She gasped and writhed in
his arms, each stroke pushing her closer and closer to that fire
again. Her brain quickly turned to mush.

"Never." He lifted her off the bed, holding
her body up while he kissed her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist,
clinging to his neck and fearing for a moment he might drop her.
But his grip held sure. He shifted, stroking her body with
his—inside and out—sending lightning bolts streaking down her
spine. She groaned and her head dropped back, lifting her breasts
close to his mouth. He leaned over and captured a nipple, pushing
her back until they lay on the bed again, Jack thrusting inside
her, Sara rising up to take him.

"Need... you," he said between breaths,
touching his nose to hers and looking into her eyes.

"Want you," she managed to respond.

His mouth caught hers and their tongues
mated. She flung her arms out, arching into him as his hands slid
along her arms and their fingers intertwined, their bodies joined
together all the way to their toes.

***

He sighed and pressed his lips over her
pounding heart. "Love you," he whispered, knowing she couldn't hear
him.

"Harder!" Her breath sputtered and popped.
"Please."

He planted his knees and slammed into her
body. "Like that?"

She whimpered, but he understood her plea for
more. He pounded her body, watching her eyes darken, feeling her
skin flush and grow hotter. He closed his eyes, fearing if she
looked too deep, she would see everything he felt for her. While he
wanted her to know, he still struggled with taking that risk.

She wrenched her hands from his and threw her
arms around his back, digging into his shoulders with her
fingernails. Her touch stung him and he hissed. Blocking out the
pain, he focused on the searing pleasure. He wrapped his arms
around her and held her tight, moving against her, inside her, all
over her with slow deliberate friction that melted their bodies and
fused them together.

"Jack," she moaned, helpless beneath him.

"I'm here," he said, riding along with her,
still holding her close when they finally came to rest.

"I know." Her fingers floated over his skin,
and he winced when she touched the scratches on his shoulders.

"That's gonna leave a mark." He smiled. "But
I'm not complaining."

"I didn't know you were into pain."

"Neither did I." He shrugged. "For some
reason, I wanted you to hurt me tonight." Did he want to be
punished? She'd said Taylor's death wasn't his fault, but maybe
some part of him couldn't believe her.

Her eyes lit up as her fingers raked across
his chest. "Have you been bad?"

"No more than usual." He shivered as her
nails scratched his flesh. Maybe he liked playful pain... nothing
more than that. He felt her heart beat with his. "Do you still want
me to stay?" His arms tightened around her.

She smiled and stretched. "Hmm... let's see.
I kinda like you. You're pretty cute, and you're not a bad kisser,
so yes, you can stay."

"Not bad? I'll show you not bad." He touched
his lips to hers—slowly, softly—parting her lips with his tongue,
touching and exploring her mouth, tasting her like a sweet treat
meant to be enjoyed leisurely.

"Wow, that was...." She breathed heavily.
"Um... yeah."

"Having trouble finishing your sentences
again?"

"Yeah, that was... mmm.... My brain is mush.
Must rest now." She covered up a yawn and closed her eyes,
snuggling against him.

"But I'm not tired." After all he'd gone
through the past few days, he should have been exhausted, but his
heart felt light and alive. No more dark clouds hung over him. The
storm had ended and tomorrow looked bright and sunny. Had telling
her the truth done all that for him? Why hadn't he done it
sooner?

A surge of ecstatic energy hit him and he
hugged Sara close, nibbling her neck and shoulders, kissing her
cheeks and her eyes. "Don't go to sleep yet."

She stretched against him. "What time is
it?"

"Not a clue, but I haven't felt this happy
since the first time I kissed you, and I'm afraid if we go to sleep
now, we'll miss out on something."

Her eyes blinked open. "Like what?"

"I don't know." He slid his hand up her ribs
to her soft breast. "We wasted so much time fighting and being
stubborn. I feel like I need to make up for that."

"We will make up for it." She smiled and
kissed him. "After I get some sleep." She yawned and rolled onto
her side, tucking her hands under the pillow. "We definitely need
to finish what we started on the coffee table."

Coffee table? Oh yeah... our first
make-out session.
"Why wait?" He threw back the bed covers and
she gasped. "After all we've been through, all this time we've
waited for each other, we deserve to have a little fun."

"Just a little?" She giggled as he took her
hand and led her to the living room.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her,
the laid her across the coffee table. "As much as you want," he
whispered on her belly. He inhaled the sweet strawberry scent of
her. "I am going to taste every delicious inch of you, and I'm
going to start right here." His tongue flickered on her hip bone
and she laughed.

"Stop! That tickles."

"Hmmm... does it tickle here?" His tongue
wiggled inside her thigh.

She sucked in her breath. "Not at all. I like
it."

He slipped his fingers between her legs,
sliding inside her and stroking her hot wet flesh. "I can tell."
She flinched and giggled as he leaned over and nibbled inside her
thigh. His tongue tickled her skin—first here, then there—licking a
random pattern and hoping to drive her crazy trying to guess where
his mouth would land next.

His tongue teased her sweet pink flesh.
"You," he whispered on her quivering skin, "are a tasty slut."

Her eyes flared but then she laughed. "Do you
remember our first conversation?"

"How could I forget?" He grinned and his
tongue circled her hot nub. "Sweet...." His mouth suckled her.
"Luscious...." His tongue tasted her. "Unfairly...." He nipped her
bottom and she squealed. "Tempting."

Her breath came short and quick, waiting for
him to give in to temptation, but he laid his chin on her thigh and
smiled.

"You've been tempting me ever since." He
kissed her leg. "And now that you're finally mine, I'm going to
make you pay for it." He winked and plunged his tongue inside
her.

***

Sara gasped.
Mine.
The first time
she'd heard that word from him, she'd tried to deny it, but now she
could deny him nothing.

She sighed. "Yes, I am yours." Her back
arched off the coffee table and she threw her legs over his
shoulders. Hot sweat warmed the cold table beneath her, but she
shivered when she came, the storm-cooled night air sticking to her
damp skin.

Jack pressed his lips on her soft belly,
kissing his way toward her breasts.

"Oh... I have been imagining that for days."
She sat up and shoved him onto the couch, crawling onto his lap and
spreading her legs over his thighs.

"Have you?" He slid his hands up her body,
cupping her full breasts while she leaned over and kissed him. He
teased her nipples with his thumbs, and she squirmed in his lap,
making him hard again. "I thought you couldn't be with me."

***

Why the hell did I bring that up?

"Doesn't mean I didn't want to." She rubbed
her soft wet flesh on his hard shaft.

"I wanted you too." His eyes rolled back in
his head and he settled back against the couch, letting her take
over. He didn't mind not being in control, especially with her
naked on his lap doing things that melted his brain. "I'm so sorry
I drove you away."

She pressed a finger to his lips. "No more
apologies. Just kiss me."

He obeyed, letting her make love to his
mouth, following instead of leading. He couldn't wait to see where
she'd go.

She rewarded his trust by lifting her hips
and sliding down on his cock. She moaned as he fit into her, her
motion slow but insistent, taking him on a wild ride he couldn't
control—and didn't want to.

He pressed his mouth to her throat. "Please
don't stop."
Oh God.
Am I begging?
He felt her
chuckle, and an unfamiliar thrill of fear shot through him.
What's she going to do to me now?

She sat back and trailed her fingers down his
chest. "I do enjoy looking at your body." She bent over and kissed
the base of his throat, teasing with her tongue.

Eager to see where this would lead, he played
along. "I thought you didn't like naked."

She sat up and frowned. "Where'd you get that
idea?"

"You said, 'people get naked too much'."

"No, I said, 'people get naked too soon'. Not
many appreciate the fine art of the slow tease." She smiled and
shifted forward, her breasts tempting his lips. "I can still tease
you when you're naked."

"I noticed."

He could change all that with one quick move,
but decided to let her have her way with him awhile longer.

***

She'd mastered the slow tease a long time
ago, but had never enjoyed it this much before, especially knowing
she was only getting away with it because he let her. Still, she
felt powerful when his body responded beneath her.

His skin grew hot, his breath turned shallow,
and his eyes darkened and danced. How much more could he take? A
devious thought struck her and she leaned down and pressed her
mouth to his ear, describing in vulgar and explicit detail what she
wanted to do to him.

He grabbed her by the waist and thrust up
into her. "Baby, you can only tease a man so long before he takes
what he wants."

Her laugh turned into a long moan and she
arched back. "That's the idea."

"You know how to get what you want."

"Yes I do."

"Do you know what I want?" He grunted and
slammed into her.

"Looks pretty obvious."

He slid his hand into her hair. "I want you
to be happy."

She met his gaze, not sure where this would
lead.

"No matter what happens to us, where we end
up, what the future holds... as long as you're happy, that's all
that matters to me."

She loved him—no more maybe, no more
possibly, no more worrying about the past. She would deal with the
future when it happened. She loved Jack, and that's all that
mattered. "I
am
happy—right here, right now."

Jack smiled. "That's all I want."

She leaned forward and teased his lips with
her tongue. "You're easy to please."

"So are you." He pulled her close, nuzzling
between her breasts, then tugging on her nipples with his teeth
while she rode him.

Oh God, if that's all he ever does to
me....
Completely blissed-out and suddenly energized, she
decided to do a few wicked things to him. She squirmed in his lap,
grinding and twisting her hips, smiling when he groaned.

He gasped. "What are you doing?"

"Driving you crazy."

"Short trip. Wanna come along?" He grabbed
her ass and pulled her in tight, leaving no space between them.

She trembled on top of him. "I'm right there
with you, lover." Her mouth closed on his and their tongues
mimicked their bodies' motion, thrusting and probing.

His hold on her tightened as her body got
hot, and he started to sweat. Wave after wave of heat crashed over
them, breaking with a rush that nearly swept them away, but they
held each other tight and rode it out together.

***

"Damn, woman," he panted. "I can't move. Can
you?"

"I don't want to."

Telling her he wanted her heart should have
been easy, but he couldn't think of any other way to say 'I love
you' than saying he wanted her to be happy—the only thing he found
important. He nuzzled her neck, using the last of his energy to
make that simple move.