within him. “Why don’t you enjoy sex? Never had a lover who took the time…”
He could feel the throbbing of her heart beneath him, hear the faint but distinct sound of her rapid harsh panting. Something cracked at the tears in her eyes. “Talk to me, Gillian. Let me in.”
Shaking her head, she squeezed her eyes shut. “Look, if you want a repeat—”
“I want to make you feel good. I want to see you come apart in my arms while I’m sunk balls deep within that hot, tight cunt of yours. I want to know that you’re satisfied, that you’re not just doing this because you think I want it.” He pressed a quick kiss to the side of her mouth. “Tell me how to make you come.”
“I don’t know.” Gillian’s heartbroken whisper stirred his blood. Anger rose like a tempest, swirling around him as he stared down into her face. For all her bluster and talk, Gillian was as virginal as they came. She’d had sex, but he doubted if she’d ever made love. Had she ever really experienced the difference between a man servicing his own lust and one who was into the woman in his arms?
“Then let’s learn.” He pressed a quick kiss to her nose before dipping his head to lick at her lips. Taking slow, languid swipes across the plump flesh with his tongue, he tasted the mint of the toothpaste she’d used before crawling into bed, the coffee she’d drank … all mixed with the taste that was hers.
When she gasped, he took advantage. He pushed past her lips, his tongue stroking over hers. Teasing, tasting. Soft gentle kisses pressed to her lips again and again, each just a bit more, a bit hotter, going a bit further. He deepened the kiss and settled his weight on his hips. His hands loosened around her wrists and he trailed them down her arms to cup her face. His thumb traced the delicate arch of her cheek, the sweep of smooth skin into her jaw. Each play of muscle and bone teased him, stirring his blood until his cock felt like a steel rod between his legs. Pulling back slightly, he gasped for air before diving in again. Their tongues twisted together, dueling in an age-old dance that built into the flames that raced through his blood.
Already he could feel the drops of precum leaking from the head of his dick, tickling along his shaft to moisten the sheet beneath him. He groaned when she tangled her arms around his shoulders, her nails scoring his back as he responded. A shudder raced through him when her tongue nudged his back, until hers was in his mouth, tangling with his.
Pulling back, he studied her flushed face. Lips swollen and parted, her lashes hid her eyes from him. His fingers slipped the fabric of her shirt up, tugging it over her head and tossing it aside. Leaning over her, he lifted her hands up to the headboard. Slow, careful, he eased her fingers around the decorative wooden spokes. “Keep them there.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her wrists and sat back on his heels. He slid from the bed to cross the room where his clothes lay. He picked up his badge, wallet, and the tie. Turning, he took a step toward the bed, only to pause and grab another sweaty bottle from the table.
He set the items on the bedside table and smiled softly at the woman lying stretched out over his bed. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession, her fingers flexed on the spokes, but she hadn’t tried to get up from the bed. A delicate flush covered her cheeks to trail down her throat and highlight her breasts.
Jack smiled softly. She was obviously embarrassed, but she wasn’t terrified or running from the bed. Things were looking up.
Chapter 3
Gilli whimpered at the wash of pleasure rolling over her in waves. Her skin felt too tight, throbbing as he wrapped his fingers around her wrists, tugging upward. His tongue slid along her lips, darting inside at her startled gasp when he pinched her nipple. Growling his approval, he deepened the kiss, his tongue gliding over hers again and again. Harsh, ragged breathing echoed in