Page 179 of An Unholy Affair
The more irate Jack became, the more Eveline laughed. He finally freed her, threw the dress to the floor, and stared at her.
‘Jes—Go—Eveline…’
‘Do you like?’
As well as a designer dress, Estelle’s aunt had also gifted Eveline designer underwear. Jack’s gaze raked over her as if melting the lace with the white-hot heat of his desire.
‘You’re…’ He blinked, as if to convince himself she was real.
Time stopped in a delicious moment of calm.
Then Jack unleashed the storm.
He clutched Eveline to him, raining down kisses, as if needing to mark every inch of her.
She pulled his shirt up, desperate, fizzing need prickling across her skin. Her body was one frustrated itch, and only the feeling of his naked body on her, in her, could relieve her suffering.
He knelt, tugging the shirt over his head.
‘Hurry, hurry,’ she muttered, ripping off her underwear.
Throwing his trousers to the floor with his boxers, he lay his hot and hard body over hers with a groan.
She spread her legs, holding him to her, her lips crushing to his, her tongue slicking into the fire of his mouth. This was not the time for leisurely lovemaking. Having him inside her was the only way to satisfy the burning, aching space in her core.
He ripped his mouth from hers, his breath ragged, and moved lower.
‘No!’ She clutched his back, her nails digging in.
‘But—’
‘I need you in me. Please, Jack.’
He squeezed his eyes tightly shut. ‘Eveline. I won’t last—’
‘We’ve got all night.’ She soothed away the lines on his forehead. ‘And the rest of our lives.’
Opening his eyes, he stared at her. ‘I’ve never had se—done this without a condom before.’
‘Never?’
He shook his head.
Giddy excitement sparkled in her tummy. ‘So, I’m your first?’
‘My one and only.’
She wiggled her hips. ‘That makes me very happy.’
‘Not as much as it makes me,’ he replied, his gaze darkening.
Running a hand beneath her, he cupped her bottom, the head of his cock at her entrance. He pushed in an inch, and pleasure flared at the sweet stretch, goosebumps shivering across her skin.
More, more, more…
She bucked her hips to take him deeper, her tissues tingling as he eased inside.
‘God, god, fuck, Eveline,’ he muttered, burying his face in her neck, shuddering as he breathed.
