Lucky Stars (Ghosts and Reincarnation #5)(110)
And he couldn’t imagine her pain.
Therefore he was willing to let her have her head.
However, he thought Belle would give him an opening, something, anything.
She was not doing that.
And, even though it had been only three and a half weeks (albeit a very long three and a half weeks), Jack was losing patience.
It was Sunday, their day, and it was bloody well time for him to break through.
His face nuzzled the hair at the back of her neck and he whispered, “Belle.”
“You need to walk the dogs,” was her reply.
“In a minute.”
Her stiff body got tighter at his unprecedented response. Every day for three weeks when she’d done that, Jack had left her and walked the dogs.
She hesitated a moment before she said, “It’s not nice to make them wait.”
“We’ll walk them in a minute.”
Her tight body grew rock solid.
Then she whispered, “We?”
Now was the time for him to begin to break through.
Therefore, Jack informed her, “You need to start taking your walks again.”
“I –”
Jack interrupted her and went on, “You also need to start eating more.”
“But I’m not hun –”
“You also need to start designing,” Jack cut her off again. “Dirk tells me that you haven’t begun producing the winter collection. It’s September, you need winter stock.”
“But, I –”
“And we need to go back to The Point.” When her body grew so solid it felt like she’d shatter if she moved, Jack shifted and buried his face in her neck. “I love your cottage, poppet, and I understand why you needed to be here but it’s not our home.”
“Home?” she breathed.
“Home,” he replied and his mouth moved to her ear. “It’s time to go home, my love.”
“But, Jack,” she whispered, “this is my home.”
He kissed the skin behind her ear and her solid body gave a delicate shiver.
His frame absorbed it gladly and he felt like shouting in triumph.
Finally, for the first time in weeks, she gave him something.
Instead of shouting his triumph, he murmured, “Your home became The Point when Elaine moved your things into our room.”
She started to shift but he held her firm and moved over her to kiss the hinge of her jaw.
“But –” she began.
“You told me I’d have to explain what it meant when you agreed to moving your things to my room. Now, I’m explaining.”
“But –”
“It’s time to go home.”
“But –”
Jack was unrelenting. “This evening, we’re moving home.”
He shifted away, let her drop to her back but when she did, her eyes went to his shoulder then his throat then his ear.
Then she said, “Jack –”
He cut her off again by brushing his lips against her own before he whispered, “Now, poppet, we can make love or we can walk the dogs. Your choice.”
He watched close up as her eyes finally met his and she blinked.
“Make love?” she breathed.
Jack grinned and teased, “Is that your choice?”
Her eyes grew wide and her body, which had relaxed, went stiff again before she retorted sharply, “No!”
Undeterred, he nevertheless relented and, still grinning, he announced, “Then we’ll walk the dogs and then come back and make love.”
Her hands came to his chest and she gave a useless shove for Jack wasn’t going anywhere.
“We can’t make love,” she snapped.
“All right,” he replied and bent his head to nuzzle her neck. “If you’re not ready for that then I’ll make you come with my mouth and, after, if you feel up to it, you can do the same for me.”
She gave him another ineffective shove and demanded, “Get off!”
He ignored her and mused against her neck, nudging her earlobe with his nose, “Or maybe we can do it at the same time.”
Her hands stilled and she whispered, “Oh my goodness gracious.”
There it was. Another something.
Her words made him smile. His hand drifted from her waist upward and stopped by her breast, his thumb stroking the side.
She liked that. She’d always liked that. Very much. From their first night together he discovered how much she liked it.
She liked it no less now because her body melted under his and her hands slid up his chest so her fingers could curl on his shoulders.
Thank God, he was getting somewhere.
Not about to lose his advantage, his mouth slid over her jaw to touch hers.
Speaking against her lips, he stated his preference, “As much as I like the idea of having the taste of you in my mouth while your mouth is wrapped around my cock, I might get distracted and not hear those sweet, sexy noises you make. So, if you don’t mind, I’d rather make you come when I can concentrate and listen to you and you can return the favour later.”
Her eyes grew wide then they went languid.
Watching it, Jack realised that yes, thank God, he was definitely getting somewhere.
“You’ve never spoken to me like that,” she murmured, the fingers of one hand curling around his neck, her body had grown soft but it was moving restlessly under his.