Page 40 of Serial Love

Stiffening, she jerked back out of his arms, her face no longer holding confusion or pain, but anger. Pure anger. Standing, she said, “What are you doing here?”

He stood just as quickly, saying, “I want to talk. I want to explain.”

“Explain? Oh, Jack, I think you explained very well the last time we talked. Your life doesn’t include me. Period. Does that about sum it up?”

“No,” he growled. “I came to tell you that I was wrong. I made a totally fucked up decision at a time when I shouldn’t have been making any personal decisions. And I’ve regretted it ever since.”

She stared, scrutinizing him carefully. Suddenly,shoulders slumping, she lifted her hand in defense. “Jack, I’ve got no fight left in me. Just none. I think you were right. I deserve more than someone who ran at the first sign of trouble.” Giving a rude snort, she added, “You know what’s crazy? I didn’t even know there was trouble. I spent that week thinking about what you said on your deck. What we did. Planning for us to go out. Deciding you were someone I was excited to be with. That was how I spent my week. You? You spent it planning on how to tell me to get lost!”

Skirting around him, she declared, “I have no time for this now so you can just leave.” She walked out and started down the lane, yelling over her shoulder, “Close the door when you go.”

He rushed out after her, slamming the cabin door before checking to make sure it locked. Jogging after her, his long legs caught up to hers almost instantly. The first drops of rain were starting to fall, so they both began walking faster.

Refusing to look at him, she wonderedWhy is he doing this?Having gone into the cabin to replace the old, worn rug with a new one that Gram had bought months ago, she suddenly felt the loss once more. Shocked when Jack walked in, she admitted it felt wonderful to have his arms wrapped around her. To melt into his body and feel his strength seep into hers.

The rain was beginning to pound down on them and she broke into a jog. She could hear his footsteps right alongside hers but refused to look at him. Seeing the lodge ahead, she thought she would get rid of him.But no more tears. Not over him!

Jack was not about to be dismissed before they had a chance to talk so he jogged with her every step of the way. Running in the pouring rain was nothing to a former Special Forces soldier, but he noticed her slipping in the mud several times with her little tennis shoes.

As the lodge loomed ahead, she rounded toward the back but slipped on the wet grass. Screaming as she threw her hands out in front of her to protect her face from hitting the ground, she was scooped up in his massive arms. Giving a squeak, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on as he jogged up the back steps and into the lodge.

Placing her on the floor of the great room, the two stood staring at each other. Soaked to the skin, they said nothing as the water puddled at their feet.

All of the words he wanted to say flew from his mind as his gaze followed the trail of water as it dripped from her long hair onto her breasts, showcased perfectly in her t-shirt. Chilled now that they were in an air-conditioned room, her nipples had hardened to points that were straining against her bra.

She watched the drops fall from his dark hair down to his shirt that was almost translucent as it outlined each muscle in his chest and abdomen. His jeans molded to his thick thighs, and she found herself unable to tear her eyes away. The loneliness of her existence bore down on her as the electricity sparked around their bodies.

Neither moved. His grey eyes did not move from her blue ones. Unspoken questions flying between them.Suddenly, they both shifted straight into each other’s arms, his mouth slamming down on hers.

She jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. One of his hands held her ass while the other enveloped her middle, his hand on the back of her head. Angling her for better access, he plunged his tongue into her warmth, swallowing her moans. Kicking the back door shut with his boot, he stalked toward the stairs, his mouth never leaving hers.

She kissed him back with as much energy as he was taking her mouth. At the top of stairs, he pulled away just enough to grunt, “Where?” and then followed where she pointed. Moving into the only bedroom that had furniture, he placed her feet on the floor, his lips still locked onto hers.

Her fingers fumbled with his buttons, but she managed to push his sopping shirt off his shoulders while sucking on his tongue. He growled and she felt it deep inside of her, zinging straight to her core.

His hands grasped the bottom of her t-shirt and jerked it upward, their lips parting only long enough for the material to pass between them, before it landed with a wet slap on the floor next to his. She found the button on his jeans at the same time he reached around to unsnap her bra. He pulled her hands away from his pants so that he could slide the lacy material to join their other clothes.

His arms pulled her forward, her bare breasts pressed against his chest before he slid one hand upwards cupping her cheek, his mouth leading a trailfrom her lips down her neck. She leaned back, his lips firing a path along her skin.

He hefted her easily, turning to lay her onto the bed, before leaning back, perusing her perfect face with her kiss-swollen lips, hooded eyes, and full breasts. Unzipping her jeans, he slid them slowly down her legs, capturing her panties along the way. Finally tossing the last of her soaked clothing onto the floor, he towered over her. Her naked beauty stunned him. “Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he growled, his voice raspy with need.

He quickly unzipped his jeans, and jerked them down, toeing his boots off at the same time. He stood by the side of the bed, palming his erect cock.

A silver medallion hung around his neck, glistening against his tanned skin. She stared at his magnificent body, and his perfect masculinity had her yearning to feel him. Touch him. Kiss him. Every inch.

“Whatever you’re thinking baby, I assure you, I’m thinking the same thing.”

Offering him a smile, she lifted her arms to him, beckoning his body to hers.For only tonight, I won’t care. I just want to feel him for this one time. Anything to not be so lonely and then he can leave once more.Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was a dangerous game to play. Her emotions warned her—if she felt hurt the first time he left, she would surely feel it tenfold after this.

He stood perfectly still for a moment, watching her carefully. “You understand what this means, beautiful? I want to make sure you understand exactly what we’re doing.”

“Jack,” she begged. “Please. Just take me.”

He snagged a condom out of his wallet and tossed it on the bed beside her. Crawling over her body, he kissed her from her belly up toward her breasts. Halting just on the underside, he licked and then sucked his way to her nipples, latching onto one and pulling it deeply into his mouth.

Her body writhed, hips moving upward searching for the delicious friction that only he could provide. Lying partially on her, he slid his left hand downward through her neatly trimmed curls to the prize he was seeking. Her moist folds opened easily, and his finger glided deep inside, eliciting another groan from her lips as her hips bucked up.

His mouth continued its attention on her breasts while he slid another finger into her wet core, scissoring them in a way that had her body once more undulating.

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