Page 58 of It's You
She felt vulnerable and confined, at his mercy, which she found incredibly hot. She wound her hands in his hair, throwing her head back against the door as he plunged deeper and deeper into the recesses of her body, his pelvic bone rubbing the nub of sensitive flesh over her entry. The sharp sweetness of their mating became more and more tightly coiled until?—
“Jack…Jack…Jaaaaaaaaaack!” Her head fell forward on his shoulder, and her body convulsed around him as he thrust intoher one final time, emitting a loud, roaring growl from his throat and howling her name as they climaxed together.
He was quiet,but less petulant, on the drive home.
“I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”
Jack glanced at her. “Wish I could say I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not sorry either.”
They rode in silence until Jack reached the edge of the woods and turned out onto the access road that led into town.
“Where are you headed?” she asked.
“Huh?”
“On business? Where are you going?”
“Oh. Um…Quebec,” he answered without looking at her, stopping at Carlisle’s only stoplight.
Darcy scooted down in her seat in case anyone from church saw her driving around town with Jack Beauloup while skipping services, but when she looked over at the Second Congregational Church parking lot, it was empty. She checked her watch. Twelve o’clock p.m. They’d lost at least two hours this morning.
“I don’t like this losing-time thing,” she muttered.
He glanced over at her before the light changed to green. “We’ll work on it.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. I’ll think of something.”
“I’ll ask Willow too,” Darcy suggested. “She knows just about everything about the Métis culture.”
He glanced at her briefly, and she saw his jaw flex, but he didn’t respond.
All too soon, he pulled into her driveway. He put the Jeep in park and let the engine idle as he looked at her.
Je t’aime, Darcy. Attends-moi.
I’ll be here when you get back.
I don’t want to say goodbye.
Then don’t. Say, “See you on Thursday.”
He took a deep breath and nodded, and Darcy saw the sadness on his face.
It’s just three days.
He nodded and gave her a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Then he leaned over and touched his lips to hers.
I belong to you.
He kissed her again, then she turned and opened her door, feeling him watch her as she walked away.
She heardhis car pull away as she closed the front door and leaned back against it. Nonsensical tears gathered in her eyes as she processed with finality that she wouldn’t see him for three and a half days. She’d been brave for him, but it was just as hard for her. She wished life could stop, and they could hole up in his house together for a month, or in Jack-and-Darcy time, she thought ruefully, three weeks.
She brushed the tears from her eyes and looked up to see Willow coming down the stairs in her silky, Chinese embroidered robe.
