Page 81 of Jack of Hearts
“You have a problem with slutty?” Her eyes lifted to his, daring him to deny it.
“Not a thing.” He slipped his thumb under the collar, sliding his hand down until he could touch her breasts. “Not a damn thing.”
If she knew he would crawl on his hands and knees over hot coals to get to her, she would own him. He thought about whether that would bother him. It didn’t. She owned him, and he was good with that.
Keeping his fingers curled around the edge of the sexy green top, he tugged her out onto the veranda, and down in front of him on a lounge chair. After pouring champagne, he clinked his glass against hers. “To the most beautiful lady on the planet.”
She lifted her head and smiled, and he had the thought that the first thing he wanted to see every morning when he opened his eyes was that smile. They sipped champagne and fed each other morsels of food as they watched the moonlight dance over the water. With only a few questions, she had him telling her how their mother had left them in the hands of an abusive father.
“I sensed you were close to your brothers. Now I understand why.” She lifted her glass, and he refilled it.
“I’m not sure I would have survived my father’s cruelty without them.”
“When I hear stories like yours, it makes me thankful for the parents I was blessed with. Have you ever tried to find your mother?”
“A little, but she seems to have disappeared the day she walked down that road. Nate doesn’t like it when I talk about looking for her.”
She peered up at him, her eyebrows scrunched together. “Why not?”
“I don’t know. He refuses to talk about it.” He took her empty glass away. “And I don’t want to talk about it right now. Can we go to bed, please?”
“To sleep?” She grinned, mischief filling her eyes.
“Silly girl.” He stood, bringing her up with him.
“Jeez, you’re strong.”
“It pays to be strong when you’re in the kidnapping business.”
At the edge of the bed, he stilled and stared down at the woman he held in his arms. She cupped his cheek with her palm, sending warmth straight to his heart.
“Make love to me, Alex.”
“God yes.” He turned, falling onto the bed with her on top of him. “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered, pulling her mouth down to his, greedy for her taste. “Champagne and berries,” he said. “That’s what you taste like.”
From her mouth, he kissed his way down to her neck, and as he licked his tongue over her skin, and nipped at her with his teeth, he unbuttoned the silk top. He slipped his hand under the material, brushing his thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden at his touch. Her soft moan shot an electrical current of need straight to his groin. Leaving her top on, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her pants, tugging them down.
She lifted, and kicked them off. “Now you.”
“In a minute.” He flipped them, putting her under him. “Do you feel the magic?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I want you. Desperately.” He spread the two sides of her top apart, soaking in the beauty of her body. “I want my mouth on every inch of you, Mad.” He started with her mouth, kissing her deeply. He kissed each of her eyes, her cheeks, her neck and shoulders, and proceeded to make good on his promise of having his mouth on every part of her. When she screamed his name, he almost lost it.
He grabbed the condom he’d put on the table while she was showering, rolling it on. “This might not last long,” he muttered after he slid into her warm heat.
“You didn’t see anyone else after you broke up with me?”
“No, and I didn’t break up with you. I just made you think I did.”
She let out a sigh that sounded pleased, then put her hands on his upper arms. “Love me.”
“I do. God, I do.” He pushed into her, deep and hard, filling her. As he took them to a world he’d only ever visited with her, she dug her fingers into his arms, matching his rhythm. The sound of their breaths and the slapping together of their bodies filled the air around them. When he felt her muscles clench around him, and knew she was close, he lifted onto his elbows, wanting to watch her face when she came for him.
“AlexAlexAlexAlex,” she chanted as shudders racked her body.
“Sweet Jesus,” he gasped as he followed her into oblivion. He managed to stay on his elbows and not crush her, even though his arms shook from the force of his climax. Brushing her damp hair away from her face, he stared at his beautiful girl.
