All Jacked Up (Rough Riders #8)(36)

Somehow she shimmied the stretchy lace off.


Jack’s eyes never left hers as he moved between her thighs. He levered himself over her, matching them groin-to-groin. Lining up his cock, he shoved himself into her in one hard thrust.


“Jesus f*cking Christ, Jack. Warn a girl next time.”


He smiled. He was still smiling as he kissed her. And kissed her until she could barely remember how her mouth felt without his all over hers.


The heat from his body sent prickles of pleasure dancing across her skin. The ends of his hair tickled her neck as he kissed her. Her entire being was primed to blow sky high and Jack wasn’t moving. At all.


Keely traced the sides of his torso, circling around to squeeze his buttocks, hoping to urge him on.


He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. “Put your hands above your head and keep your legs right where they are.”


“Bossy much?”


“Do it.”


She arched, forcing her lace-covered breasts against his hot chest as she slowly swept her arms up.


Jack threaded their fingers together, pressing their joined hands into the carpet and let his full weight rest on her.


Oh man, that felt good. Really, really good.


Then he began to move. A shallow stroke followed by a deep thrust. He studied her face, gauging whether he was pleasing her.


Boy-howdy he was definitely pleasing her.


His hips picked up speed. She marveled at the sheer strength of his body yet the tight control he maintained over it.


The continual friction of his pelvis rubbing over hers made her clitoris throb. Made her moan. Why wouldn’t he intensify the friction and send her screaming to that elusive point of ecstasy? Whenever she attempted to arch her lower body to increase the contact, he wouldn’t allow it.


“Jack. Please.”


He lowered his face to hers. “No.” He kissed her again, in the deceptively lazy way she was beginning to crave. His mouth seduced. His body controlled.


Keely thought she’d lose her mind. The scrape of the carpet on her backside. The damp heat of Jack on her front side. The coiling sensation inside her womb as he rocked into her. The single-minded way Jack kissed her, as if sex was just a byproduct of those deliciously addicting kisses.


After she relaxed into him, giving him the control he’d demanded, he tensed and f*cked her harder.


Faster. Deeper.


Her midsection tightened. Keely arched hard. This time, Jack let her grind against him. “Don’t stop.


I’m so close. Like that…yes!”


The pulsing, throbbing, mind-scrambling orgasmic goodness increased exponentially when Jack sucked on her neck. He zeroed in on the magical spot that brought forth her nearly rapturous moan, which would be embarrassing if it weren’t so amazing he’d immediately discovered the secret spot that always set her off.


Jack slowed his strokes as he came in a drawn-out grunt. His cock pulsed inside her and her vaginal muscles automatically clamped down to prolong his orgasm.


After she’d regained her bearings, Keely blinked at him. “Whoa.”


He murmured, “Welcome back, cowgirl.”


“I don’t know if I wanna come back. That was a damn spectacular place to be.”


Jack gifted her with a cocky smile and released her hands, but didn’t move off her. She touched his face, tracing the start of his hairline. The twin slashes of his dark eyebrows. His nose. His cheekbones. That strong sexy jawline.


“What are you thinking?”


“I can’t believe how much I wanted to punch this fine-looking mug earlier today.”


He chuckled. “I can’t believe you didn’t just haul off and do it.”


“Hey. I do have some impulse control.”


“Pity. I was hoping to see you lose all control.”



Keely feathered her thumb across his well-kissed lips. “If anyone can make me lose total control, it’s you, Jack Donohue.”


Jack caressed and kissed her until she sighed pure contentment. “So no regrets?”


“For the rockin’ sex? Hell no.”


His left eyebrow quirked. “Regrets about something else?”


Yes. That this is temporary and you’ll probably shatter my heart into a billion pieces when this charade is over.


“Keely?” he prompted.


“Maybe.”


“That’s not an answer.”


“I know.” Keep it light. “The answer will have greater…benefits if you can guess what I regret.”


His eyes darkened at her challenge. “You regret bending over a haybale in Daisy Duke short shorts at age sixteen and teasing me with a glimpse of your sweet ass cheeks?”


“Nope. I did that because you were lookin’ for a cheap thrill and I am an accommodating girl. Try again.”


He nipped the tip of her nose. “Smartass. You regret dating my brother.”


“Huh-uh. Dating him forced me to acknowledge what I didn’t want in a long-term relationship. Try again.”