Page 114 of An Unholy Affair
And again.
And again.
Each time he withdrew, she inhaled, squeezing around him. And when he buried himself inside her, she exhaled with a cry.
He kept the rhythm steady, building the pace to match the tempo of her breath. Tremors flickered through his body like seismic shocks, warning of what was to come. He pushed back against the force of his onrushing climax, his hips pistoning faster and faster as he lifted her higher.
As his control stretched to the point of snapping, she stiffened in his arms, her back arching, screaming again as her release shuddered through her body.
Lights flashed in his eyes as he let go with a roar, pleasure rocketing up from the base of his spine out through the top of his head.
He emptied his body and soul deep into the heart of her, clutching her tightly, waves of sensation continuing to move through him, pounding against the inside of his skin.
As soon as the shocks began to subside, he pulled out, spinning her around and lifting her onto the edge of the sink.
She spread her legs and clasped around the back of his head as his mouth fell on hers, their tongues clashing as if nothing would ever be deep or close enough. Jack clutched her to him, running his fingers into her hair. Nothing had ever felt so all-encompassing. If Eveline had God, then he had her. She was his everything.
Eventually, their kisses softened, and she giggled.
He lifted his head, arching an eyebrow in question.
Eveline brought her hands from behind his head, showing the yellow washing-up gloves she was still wearing.
‘Well,’ he said. ‘It’s important to use protection.’
The laughter bubbled out of her until she was gasping for breath. Her joy was infectious, and he laughed with her, feeling lighter than air.
As her giggles subsided, she glanced over her shoulder. ‘I think we’ve finally scared the birds away. That, or they’ve gone to sleep early.’
He nuzzled her cheek. ‘I like making you scream.’
She shivered as she turned back to him. ‘That was…’ she began shyly.
‘Did it fulfil your fantasy?’
Her cheeks flushed. ‘It was beyond anything I could have imagined.’
He ran his fingers over her brow and down her cheeks. ‘You’rebeyond anything I could have imagined.’
23
Eveline stood in the doorway of Saint Saviour’s, sheltering from the wind as she waited for Amanda Haynes from English Heritage to arrive and decide the fate of the pews. Butterflies fluttered with excitement in her stomach as she ran her speech over in her head.
God, I know it’s almost a done deal, but I’m still super nervous. Please give me a little more courage so I don’t fluff up this chance.
She waved her hand as she spotted Simon crossing the car park towards the church grounds. His hands were deep in his pockets and he didn’t wave back. The butterfly wings began to sting as they flapped faster.
Since his proposal, Simon had been avoiding her, and what little time they did spend together, Eveline couldn’t shake a feeling of unease. Yes, she’d hurt his feelings with her rejection, but his coldness was uncomfortable and pushed her off balance when she was happier than ever.
Jack. A few days had passed since he’d returned from his sister’s, and they’d spent as much time as possible together. When she was working, he went to Foxbrooke Haven to work on the mural, or to the Manor to prepare for the Winter Ball. He still hadn’t stayed the night, but Eveline felt more and more confident they would soon take that step and make their relationship public. She tried to ignore the scratching at the back of her mind, reminding her that Jack didn’t want children. If that wasn’t part of God’s plan for her, then so be it.
‘Good morning, Simon!’ she said brightly as he approached along the flagstone path.
‘Eveline.’
‘Thank you for doing this with me. I really appreciate your support.’
He nodded his head.
