The Redhead Revealed (Redhead #2)(28)
Author: Alice Clayton

The eyes were dark, dark green now.

I untied the bow holding my dress together, but kept the wool closed, covering myself as long as we could stand it. It turned out to be not that much longer, as he finally pushed himself off the dresser and came to me. Without words, his hands went to my hips, causing the fabric to fall slightly, revealing what I had on underneath.

“Mmm, Gracie. That’s my bad girl,” he whispered as his now almost-black eyes took in the deep-red lace bra and panties I was wearing especially for him.

“You like?” I teased, letting my dress puddle on the floor at my feet.

“Very much,” he breathed, his fingers now tracing a path from my collarbone to my navel.

My breath caught and my back arched to keep contact with his touch. My hands quickly came up behind him and pulled his shirt off, tossing it over my shoulder with a playful throw.

“I like it very much too,” I purred, running my hands over his chest and down to his navel, circling it with my fingertips. He twitched at the feeling, and I looked at his lips. His teeth were biting down just slightly on his lower lip, and I knew I needed to kiss him, now.

But before I had a chance, he sank to his knees in front of me. His hands moved to the small of my back, pulling my body closer to his. My hands tucked into his silky curls, and I ran my fingers through them and made them stand straight up. I pressed his face into my tummy, hearing him sigh as his lips made contact with my skin.

His fingers slipped under the band of my panties and began to slowly drag them down my body, revealing me to him once again. He gazed at me once I was bare before him, then looked up at me, his eyes shining.

“Brilliant,” he said, running one hand from my bottom to my knee, easily hooking my leg over his shoulder.

My hand caressed his face as my body tensed in anticipation of his touch. He nuzzled at me, and my hands gripped him for balance. His lips found the space where my leg joined my hip, and he kissed me.

“Fucking brilliant,” he whispered, letting his tongue trace where my panties had been.

I moaned at the feel of him, at the sweet fluttering of his tongue and lips as he swept me open. His soft lips met me, and as he probed me with his tongue, I could feel the want and need I had for him, that was always there, begin to build.

He stood quickly and lifted me from the ground, removing my bra as he carried me to the bed.

The sight of Jack Hamilton, shirtless and about to make me see God, was something I’d never tire of seeing, and I panted at the thought of what was about to happen.

He laid me down and stood over me, his hands sweeping over my body. My shoulders, my br**sts, my tummy, my hips, my thighs, and finally his fingers found me, nudging my legs open, revealing me to him.

“You’re so beautiful, Gracie,” he murmured and bent his head to me. His tongue found me instantly, and as he stroked me, I cried out at the perfection that was him.

No one would ever know my body as well as he did, and no one would ever make me feel the way he could.

His hands held me down on the bed as my body thrashed. His mouth and lips and tongue brought wave after wave, crashing against me, making me moan, groan, sigh, cry, and finally scream his name.

“Oh, God, mmm, Jack, Jack, Jack!” I screamed, feeling as though my insides were bursting. He hovered over my body, the intense pleasure beginning to ebb as he took me down slowly, his tongue now gently sweeping over me, lips kissing, teeth nibbling, as he made his way to my inner thigh.

“Hmm, this appears to be fading. Can’t have that.” He chuckled and bit down, making his Hamilton Brand stronger.

The combination of the crazy orgasms he’d just given me and the exquisite pain of his teeth brought me out of my dream state and back into reality.

A reality where Jack was still wearing pants.

I pulled him up my body and flipped him on his back. His surprise at my sudden attack quickly turned to passion as I kissed him fiercely, almost bruising his lips with my own. I struggled to remove his pants, and he finally lay naked before me, gloriously naked.

And gloriously hard.

I smirked at him, his eyes glowing in the candlelight. I grasped his hands in mine, kicked one leg over him, and positioned myself.

His eyes watched me in the same way he’d watched me remove my clothes earlier—with lust and want.

I winked and slid down on top of him. We both groaned at the feel of him filling me up again. His hips thrust upward as I rocked backward, and he hit me so deep I almost cried right there.

“Jesus, Grace, I missed you,” he moaned as I began to move up and down on him, his hands unclasping from mine so he could hold onto my hips and grind further into me.

“I know, I missed you too,” I answered, my pace beginning to quicken as I could feel myself getting close again.

He sat up, pulling my legs around his waist so he could thrust deeper into me, and we both sighed. He bent his head to my neck, kissing and sucking as I threw my head back and held on tightly to his shoulders.

“You are so sexy,” he growled, pumping into me in an almost angry way.

I loved Aggressive Jack. “I’m only sexy because you’re so good to me,” I moaned in his ear, knowing how he liked it when I talked to him.

It worked.

He growled again, lifting my hips and slamming me back into him, causing me to scream out his name once more. He hit that spot, that J-Spot, and then I was coming all around him.

“Fuck yes, Grace. That’s so good,” he moaned, and then my beautiful man made the beautiful face that he alone can make: jaw clenched, eyes shut tightly, lips parted, and brow furrowed.

The Brit came.

In me.

“Brilliant,” I whispered, clutching him to me, taking in his deep breaths as he collapsed against my chest. He rested his head on my shoulder as I held him.

“I love you, sweet girl,” he whispered, kissing the space between my br**sts. Then he looked into my eyes.

“I love you too, Jack.” I kissed his forehead.

We slept together all night, tangled in the sheets.

His hands? Where do you think?

***

Jack flew back to L.A. the next morning after we had naked pancakes and naked waffles, respectively. I put him in a cab for the airport, knowing I would see him very soon. It was getting easier to say goodbye.

He spent the next few days doing interviews, photo shoots, and TV shows. He was on Leno and Ellen, and all the others, and he consistently sent me secret messages through the inane answers he gave the interviewers. Nice…

Countless photos began to appear in magazines, and he was truly becoming the next big thing. His name was on everyone’s lips, his face was on every cover, and he spent his evenings alone in his hotel room, giggling like a boy on the phone with me as we talked for hours and hours. The sexiest man alive was a closet Golden Girls fan.