Page 20 of Bursting With Love
“Jesus, Savannah.”
He pulled her to him and ground his hips into hers, feasting on her mouth like he’d been waiting for her his whole life. Savannah drew air from his lungs, clawing hastily at his shirt, pulling it from the confines of his jeans and grabbing the hot bare flesh of his scarred back. She lifted his shirt and bent to his chest, flicking his nipple with her tongue until it was peaked with arousal. Then she sucked, swirling circles around the pebbled skin with her tongue. He yanked her head back again and took her in another rough kiss. They both came away panting.
“We should stop,” he said.
He didn’t wait for a response. He lifted her sweatshirt up and groaned at the sight of her bare breasts before cupping them in his hands and running his tongue over the sensitive skin between. “You’re so beautiful.”
He took her right breast in his mouth, grazing her nipple with his teeth. Savannah gasped as he moved to the other breast. His hands were rough and sure against her as together they stumbled backward toward the boulder. He pressed her against the cold, hard rock. Every inch of his thick length ground into her hips as he lifted her sweatshirt over her head, then reached one arm over his back and pulled his own shirt over his head. The shock of cold air against her already heated body sent her hands reaching for him again. And—oh God—his chest was so dense and powerful as his hands gripped her ribs and kissed her neck. He touched the button of her jeans and drew back, piercing her with a hot stare—a fierce lion ready to take his lioness. She reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, then stepped from them, shivering with desire as much as from the cold. She’d never been that bold with a man before, but Jack was just that—all man—and she wanted every inch of him.
He trailed his eyes down her hairless body, swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple jumping in his thick neck. His eyes landed on the little skin-colored patch on her lower abdomen.
“Birth control patch,” she whispered quickly.
He kissed her again. “Thank you. I didn’t even think about protection. It’s been so long.”
Jack unbuttoned his jeans, then drew the zipper down slowly, holding her against the rock with nothing more than his hungry stare and a silent promise of animalistic sex. He stepped from his pants, and Savannah raked her eyes over his incredible body, feeling the swell between her thighs, the ache of need simmering to a boil, and knowing as his powerful hands clutched her rib cage that he was tortured with the same burning need. He lifted her to the boulder and forced his body between her legs. She leaned down and kissed him as his hand found her moist center and stroked her into a frenzy of lust. He pushed several fingers inside of her and probed her hard and fast while he devoured the curves of her mouth with his tongue. Savannah moaned against him. It wasn’t enough. She needed more of him. He made her feel so good, but she needed to feel more, to experience every pleasure she possibly could.
He drew back and looked down at his hand buried inside of her. “I have to taste you.” The command could not be heard as anything else.
She spread her legs wide. “Taste me.” Savannah closed her eyes as his tongue caressed her swollen sex. He withdrew his fingers and she groaned, surprised as the guttural sound vibrated through her throat. She gripped his shoulders with her fingernails as he dipped one finger inside her and then moved it lower, rubbed the sensitive pucker of skin she hadn’t ever let any man near.
“Yes, Jack,” she whispered, arching her hips up, opening to him even further.
He slid his finger in, penetrating her where she’d never been penetrated before. She gasped a breath at the titillating mix of pleasure and pain. He thrust his finger deeper inside her bottom as his tongue found her clit and lapped eagerly. Then his teeth took over, and a shock shot through her entire body.
“Jack,” she cried out, then covered her mouth as the sound drifted into the night and the most powerful orgasm she’d ever felt gripped her body. She bucked against his mouth, arching back, completely open to him in ways she’d never been to any other man. The sensations tore at every nerve, strumming them into a fever she couldn’t control as they pulsated hard and tight around him. Jack withdrew his finger and dragged his whole tongue over her now overly sensitive skin as her body shook with aftershocks. Savannah didn’t know or care why she’d allowed Jack Remington to touch her in that way, but she knew she needed more.
TOUCHING SAVANNAH WAS nothing like Jack had imagined it would be. He’d been with only a handful of women before marrying Linda, and their sex life had been fulfilling. He’d never felt like he was missing out on anything. But when he touched Savannah, the animal in him came out, and his desires went way past making love every Wednesday and Saturday night. The nagging guilt in the back of Jack’s head silenced the moment he’d put his lips to Savannah’s breast. And everything afterward was fueled by pure visceral need. He’d never have touched Linda in the way he’d just touched Savannah. He’d always thought it was too dirty. Wrong. But with Savannah, it was neither of those things, and as her body trembled in his grasp, he knew he wasn’t going to stop there. He was powerless against the desires she’d unleashed. In one quick move, he lifted her off the rock, clenched fistfuls of her hair, and took her in another deep kiss. Every part of her was delectable. The need to possess her was so strong that he didn’t realize how forceful he was being, and as her back hit the rock, she mewed.
