You Don't Know Jack (Page 20)

Jack made a little hiss—that sounded like approval—so Jamie clamped down and held on with her teeth as she rode the shuddering crest to its end. It was quick, but powerful, intense, ripping all the way through her until it reached its trembling conclusion. Hands relaxing at her sides, she pulled her head back and released his finger, sagging in satisfaction. Her heart was thumping like a drum again, loud and furious.

“Well, now, that was…oh!” Jamie gasped when Jack pulled her forward and swiveled her around. Given that she was still punch-drunk from an orgasm, she had no sense of space and balance and went tumbling in the direction he urged her.

She caught herself on the slipcovered chair she’d just been sitting in eating her Chinese food. While her breasts bounced toward her chin, and her butt automatically shot up in the air as she gripped the seat, she saw where he was going with this.

It was confirmed when Jack gripped her thighs and yanked them apart.

Hello. This couldn’t possibly work. Or maybe it could, but she wasn’t mentally prepared for this. It was a bit too exposed for her taste, a bit too Kama Sutra for Jamie Lynn. Was she supposed to lock her knees or bend them? No, that was completely weird…

Panicking, she heard the rustle as he dispensed with his boxers, and Jamie struggled to right herself out of this particular angle. Stuck for the moment, since he’d come up behind her and blocked her in, she glanced over her shoulder. He was rolling on a condom. Where had that come from? Geez Louise, she wasn’t good at this spontaneous, raw thing.

“Um, Jack?” She licked her lips and gave a tentative hip wiggle to encourage him to release her. “I’m not so sure that this—”

His answer was to grab her thighs and plunge inside her with his hard erection. Jamie held on to the chair and gasped in pleasure, enjoying the full fit of him, the tingling aftershocks of her still swollen folds.

“Yes, Jamie?”

“Nothing…I was just going to suggest this might not work.”

He pulled back, pushed in.

“But it clearly does.”

And it felt shockingly good. He was sliding along her flesh, coaxing sensation the whole way, her body rippling with pleasure. There wasn’t anything pretty about this position—at least she couldn’t imagine what he was seeing was pretty. There was nothing elegant or gentle about this urgent late morning mating, but it was that very rawness that made it so intimate. Jamie saw and felt vulnerability in Jack’s strong pushes, the way he gripped her thighs so hard her flesh pinched. She felt the same vulnerability, the same feeling of walking on uneven ground. She didn’t understand her body’s reaction to him, didn’t understand the emotions that were swirling around inside her.

Nothing, with any man before, had ever been anything like this.

Maybe that was the power of sex for sex’s sake. It allowed a pure selfish enjoyment.

But Jamie knew this wasn’t just sex. Not for her anyway. She had meant it when she said she didn’t go around sleeping with men she’d just met.

Which didn’t explain exactly how she’d come to be bent over a kitchen chair with her legs spread and Jack deep inside of her.

Thoughts skittering here, there, and everywhere, she dug her nails into the cotton slipcover and kicked her doubts to the curb. She wanted to enjoy this, just feel it.

He didn’t make any sound as he moved, but Jamie couldn’t prevent small moans from slipping out of her mouth. The hot friction sent jolts through her, and the elemental need between them, all niceties stripped away, was just as big of a turn-on as his actual actions.

Jack came with a silent shudder, pausing before one last convulsive shove.

“Yes,” she whispered, as he poured himself into her, letting go, giving it all to her. She felt powerful in that moment, a woman who shattered a man.

It was raw, and she was taking it. Jamie clenched her inner muscles and held on for the ride.

Chapter 7

Jack nearly bit his tongue off. Here he was, recklessly ripping off an orgasm three minutes into sex, and she had done that girl thing. That mysterious thing where she sort of squeezed herself around his cock and pumped more pleasure than he ever could have thought possible from him.

Teeth clenched so tight he nearly cracked a filling, Jack was scrambling to regain control of himself even before the last rippling shudder tore through him.

“Damn.” He sucked in a breath. “Damn. Shit. Damn, damn, damn.”

Jamie was hanging on to that chair for dear life, her hair tumbling down her back. Her tight, lush ass rose before him, his cock buried between her thighs, T-shirt bunched around her waist. It was a hot, hot shot, but he wasn’t sure that totally explained the way he’d gone at her.

And he wasn’t finished yet.

But her back was probably going to snap any second now.

With rubbery arms, he shifted out of her, then hauled her upright, kissing the backside of her shoulder.

“Mmm,” she said, wiggling her hips against him.

Jack closed his eyes, caught his breath. Swallowed hard. “Keep doing that and we’ll be starting all over again.”

“Really?” she asked, with a wicked little laugh.

Jamie sounded so intrigued Jack felt a little kick of renewed lust, a little jump from his unit. He wouldn’t have thought it possible, but hell, Jamie did all kinds of amazing things to his libido.

“Turn around, please. I want to see you.” He turned her at the waist, yanked off her shirt, and when her breasts and her face came into his view, Jack touched her hair, tucked it behind an ear. She was smiling at him, looking satisfied and naughty, and he was shocked by what he felt for her. The frightening deep, dark depth of emotion.

“Wrap your legs around me. Please.” He wanted her closer, right against him, in his arms.

Without hesitation, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around him, pressing her wet mound against his belly, full breasts against his chest. Jack closed his eyes for a split second as he held her.

Longing nearly shattered him. She felt…perfect in his arms. A soft, warm woman. His woman.

Jamie’s hair tickled his shoulder as she ran her lips over his jaw. Goose bumps rose on her skin, and she gave a light shiver.

With a soft laugh, she explained, “Air-conditioning. It makes me cold.”

Personally, he felt like a five-alarm fire had nothing on him, but he didn’t want her uncomfortable.

“Let’s go to the couch.” He swiped the red blanket from the chair before walking awkwardly to the sofa, dropping Jamie down onto it.