An Irresistible Bachelor(67)

And Jack was undone.

" Come here," he said.

Taking her hand in his, he sat down on the bed and cradled her in between his legs. Her breasts were covered with thin, white lace and she was resplendent in the soft light, the contours of her body casting enticing shadows.

He put his hands on her hips and moved them slowly down to the bottom of her skirt. Sliding underneath, he stroked the backs of her knees and then moved up her thighs, feeling the warmth of hen Putting his lips against the skin of her stomach, he went searching for the zipper and the button in back.

And then the skirt was on the floor. Followed by her panty hose.

Taking her in his arms, he pulled her on top of him and they fell back on the bed. As he kissed her deeply, he rolled her over and gently touched her breasts. As she grabbed onto his arms, her body contracting with pleasure, he impatiently pushed aside the bra and took her into his mouth, looking at her face as he did. Her eyes were wide with astonishment as she arched up, spreading her legs. It was as if she had no idea her body could feel the way it did, and Jack almost lost all control.

With shaking hands, he quickly did away with the bra altogether and settled over her, feeling her fingers in his hair as she absorbed his weight in the cradle of her hips. The moment he felt her naked breasts against his chest and her heat through his pants, he had some vague thought that he might not be the same man afterward.

And that it wasn't a bad thing at all.





Chapter 15





Callie felt Jack come down over her and she ran her hands across the smooth skin of his back. As he kissed her neck, she knew she was making the right decision. She wanted Jack, he wanted her. Teenage fantasies of a perfect love had no place in the real world. All anyone ever had was the here and now.

And what she had was Jack nearly naked and touching her with hands that trembled.

He kissed a path down to her breasts and his hands went to her panties. Impatiently, she lifted her hips, thinking how good it would feel to have nothing between them. He slid the fabric down her legs, and as soon as she was free of the wisp of silk, he started to stroke the inside of her thigh.

"I need you," he said hoarsely. "OhmyGod—”

She felt his mouth, warm and wet, over her belly button and the shock of his kiss was covered by a rush of heat as she felt his fingers brushing up against her core. A low sound of satisfaction came out of him and she reached for his face, needing his kiss.

When he pulled back, she let out a protest but he was only taking off his pants. They hit the floor, were followed by his boxers, and then his naked body was over her. The hard, blunt feel of him against her center made her arch beneath him and she was instantly frustrated when he stopped kissing her and pulled back.

"I can't hold on, I can't... Tell me to go to hell right now or I'm going to ..." The veins in his neck were straining and his wide shoulders were rigid with tension. He was keeping himself in check. Barely.

For a split second, Callie felt some fear. This was it.

She looked into his eyes. She could say the word and they would go no further. She could wake up tomorrow morning without having known a slice of heaven. She could wake up alone. Still a virgin.

But life was too damn short to live in the shadows. So she reached up and touched his face, urging him down to her mouth.

"Make love to me," she whispered.

She felt him sag with relief and then he was kissing her again as he positioned himself over her. With one great surge, he drove into her body.

A sharp pain made her grimace, but the sting was followed by a feeling unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She let out a murmur of pleasure and then realized Jack had frozen in place.

She didn't like the look on his face. His eyes were wide with shock as he focused somewhere on the wall behind her head.

"Jack?" she said softly.

He looked down with a disarming blankness. She almost didn't recognize him and staring at a stranger was disturbing, considering he was still inside of her.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a hollow voice.

After she nodded, he withdrew from her body slowly and carefully wrapped the duvet cover around her. Then he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Tell me that you aren't... that you weren't..."

"A virgin?" She focused on the hands that were braced on his knees. "Well, yes."

He shot her a sideways look. "And you didn't think to mention it?"