Page 74 of An Unholy Affair
With a shiver that had nothing to do with being cold, she rubbed herself against him. The tie of her bathrobe had come undone, and as she moved, one side of the robe fell away. His shirt buttons and the top of his jeans grazed her bare skin. A shudder of pleasure ran through her.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked, his voice low.
She nodded, wriggling close and allowing the bathrobe to open fully. Her ear was resting against his chest and she listened to the thumping of his heart as it got faster and faster.
God, have I got it wrong again? Does he like me after all?
Her need for him grew stronger with every breath. She was filled with a heady desire to take as much as he was willing to give. More than a decade had passed since she’d been intimate with a man, and the dormant desire was now roaring, demanding to be fed. Rubbing her hardened nipples against the fabric of Jack’s shirt, sharp spikes of pleasure shot down to the apex of her thighs.
Pressing her hips into his, she felt the rock-solid evidence that he was as much affected by their closeness as she was. His chest rose and fell faster, his breathing keeping pace with the speed of his heart.
He swallowed. ‘Eveline?’
‘Yes, Jack?’
‘I, er…’
Raising her head to look at him, she ran the fingers of her hand up his back until her nails scraped into his hair.
He shuddered, his eyes squeezing tightly closed.
‘Yes, Jack?’ she repeated, her voice soft and breathy.
He opened his eyes, staring at her with such hunger, it stopped her heart. His pupils were almost completely blown out, the blackness encircled by tiny rings of golden light.
She moved her face a fraction closer. His lips parted and his ragged breaths mingled with hers. She’d never felt desire as powerful as this before—so potent it knocked out every logical thought.
One of his hands tangled in her hair and she whimpered.
Pressing her fingers lightly against the back of his head, she pulled him closer.
He didn’t resist.
Trembling, she brought her lips to his, her tongue instinctively slipping into the wet heat of his mouth.
As the tip of her tongue touched his, he groaned, clutching her to him. He met her passion and increased it tenfold. This was no tentative first kiss. No delicate, closed-mouth testing of the waters. This kiss had been forged over a year of dreams and fantasies. It dragged her into an ocean of sensation and she clung to him as he swept her away.
Yes!
Hooking her bare leg over his, Eveline pressed her burning centre harder against him. Jack pushed the side of her robe away, sliding his hand down her back to cup her bottom, tugging her closer. She rubbed from side to side over the thick ridge of his cock, her heart tripping over itself as her tongue danced and fought with his.
His kiss rocketed her beyond the stars and his touch sent every cell spinning off its axis. She couldn’t think. All she could do was feel as her body begged for everything he could give. She shifted, reaching for his cock and stroking it through his jeans.
Suddenly, he broke away, his eyes scrunched closed, his breath hissing in and out through his clenched jaw.
‘Jack?’
He leapt off the bed and covered her with the duvet.
Eveline sat, holding the covers around her as she stared at him. He looked in pain, one hand holding his head, his face contorted.
‘I’m sorry,’ he managed, his breathing laboured. ‘I’m so sorry.’
‘For what?’
‘For kissing you.’
‘But I kissed you first, and I’m not sorry.’
