Page 30 of One More Time

Our next kiss felt like a bonfire, with his touch kindling the flames higher and higher inside. His hands slid over the curves of my hips before one palm shifted course, moving up my back in a smooth pass. The feel of his calloused palm sent hot sparks scattering over the surface of my skin.

It was hard to breathe. All I could manage to do was pant and suck in tiny gulps of air. Between the racing of my pulse and the need rushing through me, I craved release. Every touch fed into the gathering force of the fire like little flickers of oxygen, sending it higher and higher.

“McKenna,” Jack rasped, his voice low and gruff.

It took an effort to drag my eyes open. We studied each other for a moment, the dim light from the kitchen catching the deep blue of his eyes. One of my palms was on his chest and the other curled around his muscled forearm.

I swallowed and swiped my tongue across my lips. “Yes?” I whispered.

His knuckles trailed down my breastbone, resting at the clasp of my bra. “May I?”

As if the question was even necessary. At my nod, I felt his thumb slide under the clasp. With subtle pressure, my bra fell open, and my breasts bounced free. I watched as his eyes darkened. He lightly cupped them both, his thumbs dragging in lazy strokes across the curves just under my nipples.

My nipples tightened to the point of pain. “Jack, I need?—”

Thank God he could read my mind because he bent low and his mouth closed over a nipple. The subtle suction caused me to cry out sharply, my fingers spearing into his hair. He gave the same attention to my other nipple, lingering over them both before he leaned back.

“Fuck, McKenna,” he rasped as his hand slid down over my waist.

“We could get to that,” I managed to tease.

His chuckle sent a little shiver straight through me. “We could.”

He rocked his hips just slightly, and I felt the friction of his arousal where it nestled against my core. My clit throbbed, the beat of my pulse pounding right there.

I scrambled off his lap to quickly shimmy out of my jeans. I needed to be bare against him and feel all of him. While I could’ve felt exposed under his gaze, which never once left me, I didn’t.

I savored the feel of his eyes on me like a caress. My skin felt prickly. I was so desperate for more, so desperate for his touch. I was down to my panties when he said, “Wait.”

I froze, one hand curled over the edge of the elastic. “For what?”

He reached for that hand, catching it and reeling me close until I stood between his knees. He shifted forward, dropping hot kisses on my belly while his thumb and finger squeezed one of my nipples. The sharp sensation arrowed straight to my core.

My pussy clenched, and I could feel the slick arousal there. “Jack,” I pleaded.

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine as he dragged his palm almost lazily over the curve of my belly. He cupped it between my thighs, his fingers pressing lightly against the damp silk.

“What do you want, McKenna?”

We stared at each other. All I could hear was my heart pounding a thundering clap of need for him.

“You,” I said simply.

His finger shifted, pushing the silk to the side and delving into my dripping core. I cried out, my hips rocking reflexively toward his touch. Once again, he took his time, teasing and exploring and barely coasting over my clit.

His fingers disappeared when I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore. He dragged my panties down, and they fell around my ankles. I kicked them to the side. His touch was back where I needed it in a fiery second, sinking into me with two fingers and stretching my channel. It was a miracle I remained standing because I felt like liquid, made of need. For him.

He leaned forward, bringing his mouth to my sex. I thought maybe it was impossible, but there I stood as a man sat before me fucking me with his fingers and bringing me to a racing fast climax with his tongue and subtle suction on my clit.

Pleasure exploded, sizzling fast. I cried out, feeling myself clench around his fingers as pure sensation shattered through me. Just when my knees gave out, he caught me firmly and brought me back over his lap.

I felt the subtle crinkle of his hair against my skin as we looked at each other. I was stunned, awash in the aftershocks of pleasure.

“We can stop right now,” he said.

“No way.” My voice was low but clear. I needed more. I needed him inside me.

I reached between us, making quick work of the buttons on his fly even though my hands were rushed and almost clumsy. I glanced down when his cock sprang free as I shoved his boxers out of the way.

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