Page 33 of Forbidden Kisses
Jack lifted his mouth and met hers. Then he flipped her onto her back, taking complete control. She let him, trusting him more than she knew she should. He unzipped her skirt at the side and gave it a gentle tug down her body.
She didn’t wait for him to peel the last article of clothing off. She grasped the sides of her lace panties and pushed them down past her thighs, calves, ankles. They dropped to the floor below, leaving her naked.
A moan rumbled deep inside Jack’s throat as he looked at her body. “Gorgeous,” he whispered, sending a rush of goose bumps over her skin.
She wasn’t sure she’d ever had a man look at her this way, like he adored her, thought she was perfect. She sat up and grabbed hold of the button on his jeans. With a flick of her fingers, they came undone. “Take these off,” she said, looking up at him from where she sat on the bed.
Dutifully, Jack shed his pants along with his boxers, then retrieved a condom from his jeans pocket. It took only a few seconds for him to rip the package open and sheath himself.
Grace watched him, eagerly. She’d always told herself that size absolutely did not matter, but looking at Jack, maybe she was wrong about that. He was large by any standard, and he was all hers.
“Last chance to turn back,” he said. “We don’t have to do this.”
“Oh, yes we do. Make love to me, Jack.”
With a grin, he crawled over her body and connected his mouth with hers in a hot, toe-curling kiss. Then he used one of his legs to spread hers apart just enough and, doing exactly what she’d told him she wanted, he pushed inside her, filling her up so completely. She held on to him, memorizing exactly how this felt, so she’d remember after it fell to pieces.
Because everything in her life eventually fell to pieces.But maybe not this one time?
“You are it for me, Grace. My biggest fantasy,” he breathed above her. The feel of him, the sound, the smell. It all added to her building arousal. She could feel her breaths growing shallow as everything pooled just below her center. All her thoughts escaped her—the traitors—as her body took over. She’d never been a loud lover, but Jack had her moaning, chanting his name like some rock star groupie, and she didn’t care.
“Harder,” she pleaded, wanting a release so desperately. She was right on the edge, teetering, holding on to it, waiting for it to take her. As if knowing how close she was, Jack plunged harder, deeper until she cried out, her orgasm breaking all of her self-control.
And yeah, size definitely mattered.
A moment later, Jack moaned as he found his own release. His body went rigid against hers for a long moment. She pulled him in, wanting to give him whatever he needed. Then he softened, melting down on the bed beside her.
“I’m glad you changed your mind about giving us a try,” he said.
Grace tried not to put too much meaning into the wordus. Jack was just living out an old fantasy. He’d said as much. By the time the tournament rolled around, the thrill would be over. She was well practiced at saying goodbye. First, her biological father. Then the Sawyer family. She was getting a second chance with the Sawyers, though, and she wouldn’t let whatever this was between her and Jack jeopardize it. When it was time to say goodbye to whatever was between them, she would, she promised herself.
“Me, too,” she said, curling into him.
He kissed her softly—a match striking dry tinder—igniting their passion once more.
Unable to resist, because this moment was all she was promised, Grace rolled on top of Jack, aligned her body with his, and they made love again.
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Grace blinked at the soft light spilling into her window the next morning. She glanced over at the empty spot in her bed, vaguely remembering Jack getting up and kissing her lips before slipping out. Her secret lover.
Her phone buzzed beside her. She held it up and read the incoming text from Krista.
I have to be at work in one hour. Grabbing a muffin at the café. Care to join me?
Grace broke into a yawn and glanced at the clock. She had to be at work in an hour, too. She could shower, dress, and be on her way in ten minutes, though.
Sure. See you in fifteen?she texted back.
Sounds good,Krista responded a moment later.
Grace hurried toward the bathroom, taking in the soreness of her body. Jack had done that. And she was hoping he’d do it again very soon.
Fifteen minutes later, Krista waved as Grace entered the Blushing Bay Café. The town’s favorite café was only a few blocks from the Sawyer Seafood Company and Blushing Bay Memorial, where Krista worked.
“I already ordered you a coffee and raspberry muffin,” Krista said, pushing it across the table as Grace sat down.
“This was a great idea. Saying I have an empty fridge right now would be an understatement.” Although, at least Grace was making enough money now to actually buy groceries.
