Not Quite Dating(44)

Her porcelain skin dipped and swelled in all the right spots. Jack actually felt in awe of being next to her like this. Reaching a hand out, Jack gently touched her shoulder before letting his hand slide over her arm. He watched his fingers trace over her skin and noticed when Jessie visibly trembled at his touch.
Jack felt as if he’d waited a lifetime to touch her, to taste her. Their two kisses had sated nothing and fueled everything. His fingers lingered on her elbow before reaching for her waist. He fanned his fingers and touched as much of her skin as possible but still didn’t have enough. Jack allowed his other hand to follow the curve of her soft, welcoming hip. Real gooseflesh rose on his arms. When Jessie sucked in a tight gasp of pleasure, Jack glanced into her hazel eyes, eyes that darkened when she was aroused as she was now. She stood there, enjoying his touch and demanding nothing.
Her lips parted when he followed up the curve of her waist and touched the underside of her generous breast with his knuckles. Her nipples hardened into aching pebbles of flesh asking to be touched.
“I want to be everything for you,” he found himself saying.
Jessie reached up to his shirt and undid the buttons, slowly. With shaky hands, she managed to push the last piece of round plastic through its hole and brush his shirt off his chest until it pooled at their feet.
Her fingers spread over his chest and buried into the light dusting of hair she found. One tantalizing thumb rubbed over his nipple and provoked multiple firings of nerve endings that had sat dormant for a very long time.
They hadn’t even kissed and already his erection strained against his pants.
No matter how much he wanted her, he wouldn’t rush this moment.
No, this moment was meant to explore, feel, touch, taste, and experience with his whole being.
Bending his head, Jack pressed his lips against her neck and found her pulse beating hard. He nibbled, licked, and kissed a path to her collarbone until he felt Jessie mold her body to his.
Jack wrapped his arms around her. His lips lifted from her sweet skin and found her mouth. She groaned into their kiss but made no move to rush the moment. It was as if they had an agreement not to hurry, to make love slowly, thoroughly.
Her lips were soft, savory. Jack’s mouth lingered on hers, exploring first with his lips, learning every curve, every motion that made Jessie moan, then he offered something deeper and mated his tongue to hers. Nails, hers, dug into his back as she pressed closer. Her breasts flattened against him as she gave in to sensation and let him ravish her with his needy mouth. Heat built and Jessie started to melt in his arms.
Jack backed her up to the bed and followed her down to the mattress. Jessie’s hands were free to roam over his flesh, and she did so with bold, long strokes, down his back and over his jeans-clad ass and thighs. If he wasn’t clothed, he’d be inside of her already; best to keep his pants on as long as he could stand the wicked torture of her touch.
Jessie was on fire. The weight of Jack pressing her into her bed was just as pleasurable as his hands roaming over her hip, past her panties, and down her thigh. His lips were lethal weapons; his tongue, ammunition that threatened to undo every restraint she possessed.
He kissed her until she was breathless, and then left her mouth to kiss her neck, her shoulder. His hands cupped her taut breasts, and waves of desire shot to her belly and settled between her legs.
Jessie lifted one leg and laid it over one of his until his knee settled firmly against her core. It was so delicious having him in her arms. Thoughts of stopping didn’t penetrate her brain. Only the desire to feel him touch her everywhere ruled her thoughts.
When Jack’s mouth touched her nipple, she lifted off the bed and pushed her hips up and against his thigh. That tiny motion and friction, that connection, needed repeating.
She wanted him so desperately but wouldn’t speed them up any more than he would.
Jessie slid her hand down his thigh and pulled it up between her legs. Jack laughed over her breast. “You laugh now,” she said as she shamelessly tilted her hips against his leg. “I know what you’re doing.”
“Do you?”
“Holding me off, making me pay for all the times I’ve denied you.” He pinched her breast, tossing the words from her mouth and brain.
“Holding you off, but not for payment…for pleasure.” His hand snaked down her taut stomach and teased the edge of her panties.
She held her breath, waiting.
When he hesitated, Jessie opened her eyes and found him staring at her. The smoky flecks in his eyes glistened in the dim light of the room. He moved his fingers between the lace and her skin and slowly sought her wet, throbbing core. There was no way to keep her eyes open when he opened her to pleasure. It had been so long since anyone had touched her, and if she was honest with herself, no one had ever taken such care of her needs.
His hand moved with her hips. Her breath grew shallow as her body started to tighten and strain. Slowly, Jack backed her down from the growing tidal wave of ecstasy, leaving frustration. “You are a brat, Jack Moore.”
“Good things come to those who wait,” he quoted.
Wait? Hadn’t they waited long enough?
I’ll show you wait.
Smiling, Jessie ran a hand up Jack’s thigh. Her fingers grazed the inside of his waistband until she felt the button snap free.
“Oh no,” Jack moaned when she grazed the outline of his arousal through his jeans. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”
Jessie pushed him off her and leaned over him for a change. “Big, heaping mounds of trouble, cowboy.”
Those sexy dimples of his poked through his smile as his hand lifted to her face and stroked her cheek. “I can take it,” he said.