You Don't Know Jack (Page 59)

He kissed her with biting little sucks on her bottom lip, with a hot plunging tongue, with wet urgent presses that had her scrambling to keep up, squirming on the bed. She wiggled her hips, trying to get closer to him, trying to coax him back inside, knowing she was going to die from desperation if he didn’t get back in there and finish what he’d started.

But Jack leaned more heavily on her, pinning her beneath him so she couldn’t move. Couldn’t wiggle, couldn’t thrust her hips, couldn’t reach her hand down and stroke his erection, maneuver it into her. “I’m not allowed to move?”

“I was just afraid you might flip yourself off the bed.” He sucked her neck, pulling her skin out just a smidge, his face arranged in what could only be called a smirk.

“You’re so considerate.” Jamie tried to move her hips again, bouncing the mattress a little. “But I think I’ll be okay. If I start to fall, I’ll just grab on to you.”

“I would catch you.” He eased up on her, bent over to kiss each of her nipples softly.

“I know.” Jamie scooted down, found him with her fingers and stroked. He needed to know he wasn’t always going to lead the charge. Before he could protest or do more than bite off a curse, she aligned her hips and thrust, pushing him inside her. Her hand, still wrapped around the length of him, kept him from filling her all the way, but it was still more than nothing. It was damn good, and she closed her eyes briefly, her body throbbing and aching.

She didn’t think he would pull away, and she was right. He took over the pace, pushing in and out, her gripping hand sliding along the slick, thick length of him.

“Oh, yes, Jamie, shit, that’s good.”

It was. It was arousing to feel that impact, that wet hardness as it shoved into her, the way her body moistened, opened up for him. She moaned in soft, frantic little jerks, careening toward an orgasm quickly.

When she yanked her hand back suddenly and he slammed into her full force, his pelvis rocking hers, she came with a scream, tearing at the bedsheets. “Oh, oh, oh,” she said because no other words would form as she shuddered and jerked and dripped with pleasure.

“I do love you,” he said. Then exploded inside her, fierce and silent, jaw clenched, brow furrowed, muscles straining, cheeks sucked in.

“Yes.” There was a world of meaning in that one word, and she hoped he understood. That yes, she knew he loved her. Yes, she loved him, too. Yes, he was The One, the one and only man for her.

Ever.

Yes, to the future, and yes to everything.

Jack knew he wasn’t dreaming. Never could he have imagined anything this fucking hot.

Jamie sucking him in her mouth, making little slurping sounds.

After catching a power nap, and scarfing down half the food in the minibar, he had woken Jamie up, offered her champagne.

She had taken two sips, licked her pink lips, then set the glass down and gone between his legs.

Where she was driving him crazy.

A steely hold on his thighs, she rocked him forward, into her mouth, over and over, while he dug into her hair and tried not to embarrass himself by whimpering. He did moan though, as he buried himself in that hot hole, eyes half closed as he strained on his knees.

Then she slid down onto her stomach, while still sucking him, her knees going out, feet together. He thought she was getting more comfortable, altering the angle of her neck to take him deeper, which she did. Jack gripped her head harder, knuckles white.

But then her breathing got erratic, her movements jerky, and he suddenly realized that his thrusts were pressing her breasts and clitoris down into the mattress in teasing little brushes. Whether she had known that would happen or not, she clearly liked the end result. She was doing that excited little squirm she had. The floral tattoo around her ankle jerked, blurring in his line of vision, as she wiggled around on the bed.

Which turned him on even more.

He pumped harder, while she pulled him toward her. Her lips were shiny, spread around his cock, and her curls fell forward over her cheeks, nose. It was overwhelming, what he felt for her. It was intense, consuming, amazing, and he had to have her, all of her.

Had to let her know he knew what she was saying with her actions. That she was comfortable showing all of herself to him, that she trusted him. And he had immense gratitude for what she was offering him.

Leaning forward, he ran a shaky hand over the smoothness of her ass, dipping down between her cheeks. She jerked slightly, then her knees spread just a little bit farther in invitation. Jack knew he was pressing her face into his gut, but he didn’t care. He wanted to give her some of the ecstasy he was feeling.

So he dipped his middle finger deep down inside her, stretching her sideways before pulling back, trailing her moisture up and over her backside, as goose bumps rose on her flesh.

“I want to be inside you but I don’t want you to stop doing this.”

“We have all night,” she said, pulling back off him with a smacking pop. “We can do both.”

“You like that position, don’t you?” He bumped his cock against her lips. “The sheets are tickling your nipples and clit, aren’t they?”

“Yes.” Voice sultry and low, she licked at the tip of his erection. “I could probably come like this, with your finger.”

“Oh, really?” The very idea intrigued him. That she could have an orgasm while he was coming in her mouth, it fed his fantasies.

The maneuver was a little awkward for both of them, but it was worth it when she made a mewling, whimpering sound as he buried his finger in her. Buried himself in her mouth, cutting off her groan.

He stroked and she licked and they both lost it, climaxing together, blending their pleasure until Jack wasn’t sure where he stopped and she started.

Chapter 21

Jack had to shake his head as he and Jamie left the diner with Pops and Austin. He wasn’t sure how he’d wound up with a cranky old man and a crankier fourteen-year-old kid on his hands, but it occurred to him that somehow they had all become a package deal.

If Jamie was going to marry him, which he sincerely hoped, she was going to get stuck with these yahoos, too. Especially since he was in the process of officially making himself Austin’s foster parent.

“That lunch sucked,” Austin complained. “If you’re going to take me out for lunch, you should take me someplace good.” The wheels of his skateboard squeaked as he rolled up ahead of them.

“I was thinking the same thing, kid,” Pops said. “Here I get sprung from the nursing home and I get some weenie piece of fish slapped in front of me.”