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Which of course hat Jack was telling her with the heat of his kiss His submissive stint could evaporate at any moment A power play that stirred her all the more
He pulled away, slowly, sank into the chair She circled around to face hih apart for her to step between theht one of her booted feet up to rest on his thigh "Remember when I said I wanted you to undress me?"
Masculine approval ruers set to work on the long laces on her desert-tan combat boots With expert touch, he freed the knots, constraints loosening, pressure releasing around more than her foot
The boot thudded to the side and before the echo finished, Jack had one hand up the leg of her flight suit Strong fingers caressed past her ankle Without once looking away from her face, he lowered her sock, peeled it away in a sensualbefore he repeated the ritual with her other boot
He rubbed from her heel to her arch "You have the sexiest feet"
"Feet? Korba, I think you’re losing your touch"
Bold, calloused fingers played over her skin, behind her knee to linger on a sensitive patch of skin that threatened to buckle her other knee froe "Really?’’
"Keep on convincing row onbelly to cup the undersides of her breasts, tore that too much fabric kept the so you, watching ht suit down over her shoulders, loosened the Velcro around her wrists with expert hands until the unifor you, Mon"
His eyes scorched every inch of her bared skin, heating through the pale creah-cut panties
She kneas subtly reassuring her without blatantly throwing the former wife issue out there like a bucket of ice water Even thinking about the subject on her oas chilling enough So she refused to think Only feel Take this moment
Take Jack
Monica canted forward until her mouth met his The chair wheeled backward across the floor Jack’s hands claainst tender flesh
Without breaking their kiss, he lifted her while she brought her legs up to kneel, straddling his thighs The snug confines of the chair pressed her flush against hi and gear
After three and a half ed herself to the fullest with the breadth of his shoulders under her hands, the musky scent of him around her, the taste of his salty skin as she nipped his neck
Jack peeled her sports bra over her head and sent it fluttering to the floor like a white flag of surrender He filled his hands with her breasts, lifted, dipping his head to draw on the hardened nipple already sensitive, needy, while his thumb brushed, circled attention on her other
Greedy for the feel of ers down his chest and yanked up his T-shirt Since she couldn’t get hi zipper on his flight suit that still gave her easy access to hiers twisted in the fabric of her panties, the power play of restraint continuing Who would give first? She stroked down, slow, up again
His clenched fingers tugged, pulling cotton tighter along her hip, alged, tore and flung away the underwear along with any reainst his chest, she took hisone hand out to the side, to her bag, searched by touch through the stacks of clothes, flinging T-shirts aside until her fingers closed aroundoh, yesthe box of condoers, she filched one free and sainst Jack’s chest
He looked down, smiled "Maybe you weren’t so sure you could write me off after all"
"Jack"
"What, Mon?"
"Now’s not the time to talk about how damned weak I am around you"
She rolled the condo swipe that left the
Conversation over
Monica positioned hiainst hi to welcoainst her She needed to hear hied him to take her To finish But he’d always continued with hisout the tension
Suddenly she realized what had bothered her earlier He’d always held back e a symbol of that She’d wondered if life simply wasn’t that deep for Jack Korba Now she knew better He just hadn’t allowed her admittance into that part of his life
She didn’t doubt he wanted her and enjoyed the hell out of sex with her But at least once, she wanted to e as he made her feel This time, she wanted to torment hiardless of how much her body screaain Then back down, no farther Never looking away fro partial entry for endless seconds,the battle
"Enough," he snapped Not a litany of begging but the need in the one word, the near-painful clench of his fingers on her hps sent a bolt of satisfaction through her
He guided her down and met her with an upward thrust of his hips The fullness, the thick pressure held her still, hiain
Jackpossession, faster, deeper The faed by a new edge--the knowledge of what it felt like to lose this The undeniable sense that they could still lose it all if they couldn’t figure out how to be together without tearing each other apart
And da to tear her apart right now She held back Ste deep inside her for release His hand dropped between the bundle of nerves The battle of wills stor to win
The pad of his thumb circled harder, ers left her to be replaced by the cool brush of air
"Jack," she gasped, biting back her cry of frustration that would lead her to beg him to finish when she wanted hi her waist, another under her botto her with him, their bodies still joined as fully as their s around his waist, her arms hooked around his neck
He sure as hell wasn’t weak at the moment
"Urn, Jack? What are you--"
He walked Pleasure rippled through her
Oh,she would never be able to watch hi about thiswith every step, nudging hi pressure then easing off without granting release, only to start the hip-rocking process all over again