Avoiding Commitment (Avoiding #1)(39)

"You made me promise to keep my hands to myself," Jack whispered his breath hot on her lips. She could feel her body tense in anticipation. "Do you want me to stop?"

Lexi whimpered as his hand moved to the nape of her neck pushing up into her dark brown curls. She needed to tell him to stop. Her mind needed to clear, and not concentrate on the chills she found running down her spine at his touch. But her voice wasn't working. She didn't really want him to stop, and the effort of conjuring up those words seemed to be too much.

"Lex, look at me." Her eyes fluttered open and she stared dreamily up at him. She wet her lips as she waited for him to continue. "I want to make it up to you, but I don't want to cross a line. You'll tell me if I am?"

Lexi thought about it for a second. She was having a hard time thinking when he was so close to her; his crystal clear baby blues seemingly staring straight through her. To be honest, she wasn't sure how he was even controlling himself. Just a slight touch from him had sent her body into overdrive. Her pulse was racing and ni**les were erect. She was certain that if she positioned herself on top of him, she would be sure to find him in a similar state.

But could she let herself do that? Guilt creased her features for only a brief second before he kissed her worries away. He had never kissed her like this before. The passion they had both been feeling overflowed as he parted her lips. His tongue licked across her bottom lip before moving in and meeting her tongue. She moaned as the kiss intensified. He pulled her into his lap and pressed their bodies firmly together, letting his hand rest on the inside of her bare thigh. Almost as soon as the kiss began it ended. Lexi ended up straddled on top him in her little grey mini skirt. She could feel the course material of his jeans against her inner thighs, and felt his strong muscles against her barely-there red lace thong. She had been right. He was just as hard as she had imagined. Heavy panting escaped her as she stared at him.

"That didn't cross the line?" Jack asked pressing one more kiss on her lips. She shook her head. Words still wouldn't come. She just wanted more. Her eyes moved from his eyes eagerly back to his lips. She leaned in and gave him another, more demanding kiss. She could feel him smiling against her mouth.

"I'll take that as a no." Picking her up, he effortlessly flipped her over on her back so that he was situated on top of her. She adjusted her position so that her head rested comfortably on a pillow. This did nothing for her skirt which rode up to the very tops of her thighs as she moved.

He seemed to ignore this fact as his hands crawled up her shirt and cupped her br**sts through the red lace bra she had put on before coming over. His head moved towards her skin as he pulled down the bra, and grasped her nipple between his lips. She gasped at his forwardness, but didn't disapprove. Actually, whatever he was doing with his mouth was working. Groaning, she wiggled her hips in appreciation. While his tongue began working on her other breast, his hand snaked underneath and unclasped the bra.

"And this," he said flicking his tongue across her hard nipple, "isn't crossing the line?" Her eyes snapped shut, back arching at the delicious feel of him. All thoughts of stopping had completely left her. She had come this far despite her best efforts. She wasn't sure if she could stop him even if she wanted to. And she didn't want to.

"I don't think you'll need this," he said pulling her shirt over her head, and tossing it along with her bra to the floor.

She couldn't believe herself. Here she was, all but nude, on Jack's bed. Her practically see-through thong hardly covered anything, and her skirt seemed to be on just for show. It wasn't really preventing anything.

"You know I think you look more beautiful now than I've ever seen you," Jack said moving to kiss her on the lips. She breathed him in. Everything about him turned her on. The way he had so easily riled her up; the way his lips and tongue had turned her to jell-o just by touching her br**sts. She couldn't imagine what it would be like if he went farther. Her body liked that thought, and she could feel her thong begin to soak through. Really was there a point for her having it on? She couldn't remember.

She hadn't even realized that her hands were digging into his back until he pulled back to strip off his shirt. Her gaze fell on the perfectly toned abdomen muscles. Instinct made her reach out and trail her fingers down his six-pack enjoying the feel of each solid muscle. He groaned as her hand reached his waistline. She ran her thumb underneath the hem of his jeans across the sensitive portion of skin.

Jack reached out and laced his hands in hers, then forced her back against the bed roughly pushing her hands above her head. "We'll get there later," he said, teasingly pushing his erection against her as he bent forward and kissed her ear. An even louder gasp escaped her lips. "This is about you. Me making things up to you."

She closed her eyes again and lost herself in the feel of his hands running down her arms, across her br**sts, along the line of her stomach, catching the curve of her bu**ocks, and then teasing her thighs with his fingertips. She let loose a moan as he unexpectedly nipped at the inside of her right leg, spreading it open wide.

"Jack," she moaned as his mouth moved up her left thigh successfully spread-eagling her legs in front of his face.

"Yes dear?" he asked his finger trailing the line of her thong.

"Oh Jack," she gasped feeling his finger get replaced by his tongue.