The Billionaire's Temporary Bride (Scandal, Inc #3)(73)
A thrill rose up through her body, and she felt that familiar warm shiver of delight. She had missed that feeling. It had been her constant companion on the island. Each time she had fallen into his arms, she had felt it, and in the weeks since, she had all but forgotten its warmth or the way it sang through her and took control, guiding her motions with wild abandon. She hoped to never have the chance to forget the feeling again.
"I just need some time," Jack said. He rubbed Charlotte's back slowly, massaging her as she lightly kissed his neck.
"Maybe you can buy some time by kissing me," she said.
Jack met her lips with his. Charlotte trembled and stood on her toes as she pushed herself harder into his body. Inhaling the dark scent of his cologne relieved her of all of the stresses of wondering about their relationship. With each passing second, her desire moved from a comforting warmth to an overwhelming urge. Her heart raced and her lungs ached.
Jack kissed her cheek and her neck. He was holding back, hesitating for a moment as the slight stubble on his chin scratched against her delicate skin.
Charlotte tugged at his tie and loosened it.
"I should really—" Jack tried to say, but Charlotte cut him off, turning her head and meeting his kiss again, sliding her tongue against his, melting into the warmth of his embrace.
She couldn't bear the thought of stopping. She needed to feel that connection with him again, needed to feel the warmth and strength of his arms and his chest as he wrapped himself around her, as he moved inside her. She needed to feel the full force of his desire. She wanted to go back to the way things had been before she had told him how she felt, wild and breathless and uncomplicated.
She closed her eyes and tasted his lips again. She could feel his excitement growing as well as his hands slid over her body. He pulled her tighter against his chest, grinding her hips against his.
Charlotte felt dizzy with delight as she entered that spiral of need and want and desire, with each movement only making her want more. She tore at the buttons of his shirt, ripping them open. She tugged at his belt, whipping it off in one swift pull, and she slid her hands below his undershirt, feeling the smooth contours of his abs.
Jack slowly unzipped her dress. Charlotte listened to the ticking of the zipper as Jack pulled it lower and lower. He pulled her dress off of her shoulders and slipped it down around her hips, letting it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it, and he ran his hands over her bare back, slipping his fingers beneath her panties, massaging the smooth skin of her hips.
Charlotte was even more excited now, and she pressed her hips against his, grinding herself against him as she helped him pull his shirt off. She reached down and fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants, feeling the heat of his arousal as she worked to free him. She trembled as he slid her underwear down around her knees.
"Here?" she asked.
"Here," he said. "Now."
Charlotte tried to control her breathing, but it was hopeless. She was too excited, and she felt the blood rushing into her cheeks as she became flushed with excitement.
Jack slid his hand between her legs and she shouted in delight as she felt his touch. At first he rubbed lightly. He pressed her back against the cabinet and counter and held his weight against her as he stoked her desire, running his hands up and down her body, wildly caressing every inch of her flesh until he settled one hand between her thighs. Charlotte shuddered as a wave of excitement crashed through her body. She tensed around him and a wave of bliss crashed through her. His every motion made her cry out in delight.
Charlotte pulled his hand back and sealed her mouth against his, gasping softly as he tilted himself inside her. He flexed his hips between her legs, and she cried out as the pleasure surged inside her. There was a new urgency to Jack's kisses, to the rhythm of his hips against hers, a need deeper than anything he had shown before. He was vulnerable, and he needed her as she needed him.
A trembling pleasure rose up inside her, and Charlotte tried to hang onto Jack for a few more moments. "More," she whispered, but soon it was too much for her to bear, and she dug her fingers into his back as climax rang through her. The air in her lungs felt like it was on fire, and sweat beaded on her forehead and her chest.
Jack planted a long, hard kiss on her lips and then tilted her back onto the floor.
"More?" Charlotte asked.
Jack nodded and teased his tongue against her body, sending little thrills up and down her chest, accentuating the warmth of climax that still rang in her body. It was clear that he wasn't done. To Charlotte's surprise, when Jack sank back into position, tensing his body against hers, she was ready for more as well.
Charlotte locked eyes with him as he arced his back and crashed against her. She reached up and pulled him down. She wanted to feel his chest against her chest, his skin against her skin. She wanted to seal herself against him and never let go. Everything felt just like it had on the island, where their passion didn't need words to connect them. Jack knew now that Charlotte loved him, and every sensation as their bodies worked together seemed infused with a deeper meaning. This wasn't just anyone she was clinging to, not just a man, not just her husband. It was Jack. Her Jack. "Jack," Charlotte cried out again as she felt a second rush even stronger than the first.
He kissed her neck and her earlobe. "Oh, Charlotte," he said, more exhaling her name than saying it. "Charlotte." His voice fell with each whispered repetition, as if there were more he wanted to say. Instead, he chanted her name, bracing himself against her, kissing her again and again until finally he rested his chin against her shoulder.