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He took his time, touching her the way she deserved to be touched, pleasuring her time and time again until she was trembling all over.
“Jack,” she pleaded, writhing beneath him.
He felt like the luckiest guy in the world to have been the one to bring her such pleasure, and he didn’t stop there. A high-pitched needy sound escaped her lips, and he had to capture it. His mouth covered hers and she returned his efforts with such fervor it made his body shake. Every sensation with Savannah was heightened, more erotic. Jack wondered what he’d experienced before and realized that whatever it was, it had made him happy at the time. What he had before was good. What he had with Savannah was magnificent.
She grabbed his cheeks. Her eyes flashed open, dark and impassioned. “Take me, Jack. I want you.”
He knew once he started he wouldn’t be able to stop. He wanted every tender touch, every taste, and every moment to last forever. None of it was enough. He pushed himself from the bed and stripped from his clothes. As he moved toward the bed, Savannah reached for him, doing all sorts of naughty, unexpected things to his body. He tangled his hands in her thick hair and let her lead the dance. She was killing him, a slow, gloriously-torturous, pleasure-filled death. This was magnificent, but he wanted to be inside of her, to be gentle and loving. But every fiber of him ached for release.
“Savannah, no. Not like this.”
She looked up at him and said, “I want to do everything with you, Jack.”
Her eyes were wide, innocent, but in the next second, darkness stole the innocence and translated as pure, sexual lust. He wrestled with his next move. He wanted to be inside her, but how could he turn down such a desirous plea?
“Explore with me. I’ve never explored my sexuality like this with anyone, Jack.” She rose to her feet. “I want you in ways I have never wanted anyone before.”
“Neither have I.” He took her in a rough kiss, their teeth clashing, their tongues digging deep.
All hope of restraint shattered. He lowered her to the bed, pressing her into the mattress.
“Yes, Jack,” she urged. “Be rough with me. Let me feelallof you.”
He’d do anything for her. With her. To her. Whatever she wanted, but this felt so good and so wrong at the same time. He wanted her to know how much he’d begun to care for her. He wasn’t brought up to believe that you treated the person you cared for this roughly—even if it was what she wanted. Even if it spiked all the dirty thoughts he’d ever conjured up.
“I want more with you, Jack. I want to experience everything with you—sexually and otherwise,” she pleaded. “I don’t know why it’s happened so fast and intense, but I do.”
“So do I. But I want you to know how I feel about you. It’s not just sex for me.”
“For me either,” she whispered. “Love me, Jack. I know it’s crazy. We’ve only known each other a few days, but I can’t pretend I don’t feel it, and if you run the other way, you do. I want whatever I can have. A day, an hour.”
She said everything he felt and had been hiding from. “A lifetime.” The words came out before he could check them, and when he realized what he’d said, he knew he meant it. “I’m broken, Savannah, but I’m fixable. I know I am. You make me believe I am.”
“I do believe it, Jack. I do.”
His heart swelled with emotions he had ignored for so long that he’d wondered if he would ever feel them again. Instead of scaring him, it reassured him. He was going to be okay. His soul hadn’t died with Linda after all.
Chapter Twenty-Three
SAVANNAH PROPPED HERSELF up on her elbow and watched Jack sleep.If only every Wednesday morning could look this good.She’d noticed when they were on the mountain that he hadn’t slept much, and now his chest rose and fell in a peaceful cadence. His entire beautiful body was relaxed. There were no bulging veins or tense muscles, just six foot four inches of perfectly sculpted sleeping man. She thought about the scars she’d felt on his back and wondered how he’d gotten them. Jack was plowing through so many changes that she didn’t feel pressure to know all of his secrets at once. She had a feeling that there were some things Jack had to reveal when he felt comfortable and safe. For him, she could be patient.
She had the urge to run her finger along the sexy tufts of hair on his chest, but it was only five thirty in the morning and they hadn’t blown out the candles until three thirty. She lay back and stared at the ceiling, thinking about the hours they’d spent caressing every inch of each other’s bodies. A shiver ran through her. She could practically feel him inside of her. A string of worry sifted through her mind.Will he think I’m slutty because of the things we did? Was I too aggressive? He said I was not at all like Linda. What if he wants someone just like her?She closed her eyes.Will Linda always be with us?
She felt the mattress move, and Jack’s large hand covered her bare stomach. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered.
Please don’t think I’m a slut.She opened her eyes, and he smiled. Sleepiness hovered in his deep blue eyes, and just beyond, a spark flickered. A hungry spark.
“Morning.”
“What time is it?” He ran his hand down her ribs, over the arc of her hip, and squeezed her thigh.
Jack’s touch, his voice, his kisses—Oh, his kisses!—nourished her in ways she’d never known she was missing.
“Five thirty,” she answered.
He sighed and lay back down. The comforter covered him from the hips down, and there was no mistaking what caused the tented fabric.
