Page 37 of Fourth Heartwarmers Trilogy
Drenched, incredible palpitations and heat fired her insides as he opened her nightie and again made love to her breasts. Sensitive to a fault, aware of her vulnerability in that area, she’d still never experienced such a reaction from a man’s lips. As if his loving unlocked the floodgates to her inner self, again he created miracles and sensations poured over her.
Forgetting earlier concerns of her behavior, she purred with joy and shared the new experience. Opening to him, she thrilled at his need of her and how powerful he stroked her fires.
Once he’d entered, control became his and he used his power well. He kissed her face everywhere, his hands cradling her cheeks, so she had no option but to allow him to have his way.
Impaled but loving the fullness of his body inside hers, she opened herself completely, letting him have his way, trusting him to give her the fulfillment she’d only found once before.
Passion built and her moans couldn’t be stopped. She wrapped her legs around his hips and let him slide in and out, twisting slightly to bring him deeper, ripples of pleasure being released one after another until her whole body became consumed with ecstasy.
For the second time, this man had taken her to the heights of intense, intoxicating delight, so much so that she’d never forget the breathtaking, shattering pleasure.
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Jack had never felt this way about anyone… ever. The depth of his emotions scared the bejesus out of him, but it was as if he’d lost all judgement, all control over his choices.
He had no option but to lure her back into bed with him so he could have his way again. His head demanded he do so, and his body urged the union. They’d fit together as if born to please one another. Her wet welcome had driven him mad. Upon waking,he laid there for what seemed like forever praying she’d come back to him… check on him. Then he’d know if it had been a sweet dream. If they’d shared the intimacies that couldn’t have been imagined.
When her alarm sounded, his body had stiffened. Desire reawakened; he’d waited. Once she’d appeared in her short, sweet nightie, tiptoeing across the threshold to see him, he’d been lost like a boat in the middle of the ocean with no compass.
And when she’d allowed him to urge her back under his covers and joined him in seeking the same satisfaction and joy they’d shared earlier; he’d known this girl was a rare gift. A special person to fill the void in his life. One to love and look after. A mate who made him feel like a giant.
This time when they came together, he’d been powerless, incapable to pull away from her at the moment of pure heated joy. Powerful sensations had taken over, and he’d succumbed to his need to stay with her until they’d both eased to the shore after the storm.
Leaving her asleep in his bed, he donned his robe and headed for the washroom, strutting in his glow of happiness. Feeling like a giant, he gazed into the mirror to make sure he hadn’t grown a foot. He grinned at his silliness, and he wished he could share this incredible moment of happiness.
Suddenly a form took shape. Whether he imagined Lucas, or the angel had actually appeared, he’d never know. Unable to keep this secret to himself, he admitted what he’d known from the start. “I love her, man. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a wife.”
“Treat her kindly, Jack. After Jasmine’s death and Angie’s medical issues, she’s in a confusing place right now.”
Reality kicked in. He had to ask, “You think I caught her in a weak moment?”
“What do you think?”
Chapter Fifteen
Mia woke early to find Jack sitting across from her in the easy chair, watching her sleep.
“Was I snoring?” she teased. Then arched her body with her arms stretched out.
He chuckled, but his smile seemed forced. “Nope. I got restless and worried I’d wake you up.”
“Is your head hurting? The colors have faded a bit. It doesn’t appear as bad as yesterday.”
“I’m fine. Look, I know it’s been tough for you lately.” He leaned in and picked her hand up off the cover. “I don’t want to add to your stress.”
“Oh.” Not sure what he meant by his puzzling words and feeling distinctly uncomfortable, Mia blessed the shuffling noises heard from the other room.
She squeezed his hand and dropped it. Not knowing what else to say, she slid out of the bed and hurried into the other room before Maisie could discover her missing.
All the time she showered, helped Maisie in her bath, got them both dressed and ready for breakfast, she fretted over his meaning. In themselves, the words didn’t seem so bad if his distant attitude hadn’t colored them.
How was she to take him now, after what they’d shared? How could she face him if he regretted their night together? She’d initiated their first sexual encounter and had certainly encouraged the second. Did he see her as some hungry slut using his body to quench her famine?
There were women who lived that way. But she wasn’t like that. It had been two years since her last relationship, and it certainly hadn’t led to sex on the first date.
And if the truth were known, she’d never experienced a climax like those he’d given her… never. Oh, sex hadn’t been terrible, in fact the opposite. It felt good… but never mind-blowing incredible. Never with love involved.
Oh, God! Embarrassment poured over her and tears were close. He didn’t want to add to her stress. Which was a nice way of saying; I don’t want you to take these moments the wrong way – to see something that isn’t really there.
