Not Quite Dating(56)

She cried against his lips and crushed him closer. Jack was there, kissing her, mending the pain in her chest that had settled there like a rock.
He leaned her back and covered her with his weight. His lips moved over hers; his hands kneaded her hair. When he pulled away, Jessie’s breath was shallow and uneven.
“I came back, Jessie. I’m not going anywhere.”
Jessie pulled him down and kissed him hard.
His hands left her hair and ran down her waist. She wanted him, loved him more than she could express. If he were to ask her to marry him all over again, she’d jump at the opportunity of being Mrs. Jack Moore. There was more to life than money. The caring, thoughtful, and honest man in her arms meant more than any amount of money could.
“Make love to me, Jack,” she told him between kisses.
His heated eyes stared down at her. The weight in his jeans spoke of his desire. “What about your sister and Danny?”
Monica wouldn’t rush home. “They’ll be gone long enough for make-up sex.”
“Make-up loving,” Jack corrected her.
Jessie laughed for the first time in a week.
Lifting her in his arms, Jack walked her to her bedroom and kicked the door shut. Jessie picked at the buttons of his shirt as he set her down on the bed.
The expanse of his chest was open to her view. Strong, powerful. “You’re beautiful,” she told him.
“Don’t go telling my friends that. Texan cowboys are handsome, rugged, but never beautiful.”
Jessie stripped his shirt completely away and tossed it to the floor. Jack was working on her apron and then her jeans. “You’re handsome and rugged, too. But so beautiful.” She ran her hands down his hips and tugged at the opening of his pants.
When she managed to spring his erection, he said, “You better not call him beautiful.”
Running her hand down his shaft and back up again, she was thrilled when Jack hummed his pleasure. “This is rugged and hot.”
“Vixen,” he said in a hoarse voice.
Jack wiggled out of his clothes and Jessie pulled her sweater from her body. Within seconds, they were both naked and he was crawling back over her body, covering her with his heat. She’d never tire of him holding her down and showering her body with his lips and hands.
Jack nibbled her chin and neck and followed a fiery path of kisses and licks until he rounded over her breast. “This is beautiful,” he said before teasing her into a hard pebble and sucking her into the cavern of his mouth. Jack nibbled, the bite playful but hard enough to shoot fire between her legs. He moved to her other breast. “And this is beautiful.” He repeated the attention to the second.
Her returned to her mouth and ravished her with his tongue.
She squirmed, wanting him inside her. They rolled over each other, fighting for dominance. Their harsh breathing was the only sound in the room.
Jessie wrapped a leg around him, teasing him at her entrance. He buckled forward, giving her only a taste of him inside her.
“Please,” she begged. “Fast now, slow later. I need you.”
He rolled them onto their sides and lifted her leg over his hip. Without warning, he entered her and knocked the oxygen from her lungs. “Yes,” she hissed.
“Get used to me, Jessie. Us Texans are hard to drive away.”
No, instead he drove into her with his body. He slid past her most sensitive spot, the smooth and rough friction of him setting the perfect pace.
Grasping his hips, Jessie helped their canter.
There was nothing slow and melting with their mating. More of a volcano ready to explode. Earthquake quivers and tremors gave a warning until all the feeling and nerves rushed together at the same time.
Finally, her hands clutched his body and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she trembled and found her toe-curling release. His rode on her heels as the warmth of his orgasm filled her.
Jessie buried her head in his arm, happier than any woman should be.
After, Jack listened as Jessie’s breathing eased. He wanted to stay exactly where he was.
Forever.
But he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. He would ask her to marry him once he had a ring and the ability to do it right. She loved him. He heard her say it and, more, he felt it. There had to be a way to tell her the truth about his wealth that wouldn’t anger her. For that, he needed a woman’s advice. First chance he got, he would call Katie and solicit hers.
Right now Jack wanted to lie in Jessie’s arms and forget about all their recent troubles.
The sound of a door opening and Danny’s voice calling out ditched his plans.
He stiffened and reached for a blanket and Jessie laughed. “Reality comes crashing in,” she said.
Jack kissed her nose and forced his body to slip from hers. It was then he noticed that he hadn’t used a condom. He glanced at Jessie to see if she had noticed. If she did, she said nothing.
No matter, I’m marrying this woman if it’s the last thing I do. He quickly put his boxers on and tossed Jessie her clothes with a wink.
“Jessie?” Monica called.
“Hold on,” Jessie laughed. “I’ll, ah, be right out.”
Monica laughed.
Sisters.



Chapter Fifteen


They ate the stew she’d made and laughed at Danny shaking the gifts under the tree.
“This one has to be clothes,” he scowled as he spoke.
“Why do you say that?” Jack asked.
“Cuz there isn’t any sound inside the box and it’s not very heavy.” Danny tossed the box under the tree and picked up one of the packages Jack had brought.
“Soundless and light, yep, must be clothes,” Jack agreed.