nature, driving the pleasure that devoured her until there was almost nothing left of her. His thumb at her clit was devastating what little of her remained separate from him. When it rushed over her, it melted her into his body, no longer a separate being. It felt like life itself depended on his will to make it so.
Hailey came in a screaming, driving, thrusting, burning rush. Sweat and tears, all of it mingled in the sweeping fire that seized her body with shattering, endless contractions. Sinking her teeth into his shoulder, she held on, and he took her, his arms suddenly behind her knees, stretching her wider, higher, holding her open, ramming the source of her pleasure into the depths of her while she melted into molten, Hailey-shaped lava. Letting his shoulder go, her head dropped to the pillow.
His roar of completion opened her eyes. She watched the tendons up his neck strain in acute relief as he slammed in, grinding his hips into her, wringing another shuddering contraction from her as he emptied into her body. His body bowed back and he looked like what he was. An immensely powerful male, savagely beautiful with every muscle defined in release.
Sinking down on her, he released her legs. Both his hands came up to frame her face, his elbows taking most of his weight as they looked at each other. Her legs straightened down the outside of his hips, but he didn’t lift away from her. His lazy, satisfied gaze moved over her face as he held her, controlling her still.
Hailey felt it, the control. He had her trapped under him, would not permit her to even look away from him. Semi-erect, he filled her, powerful above her, in her, over her. He was watching her and not hiding the fact that he searched her face. Moments passed as he did that and she got a grip on what had just happened.
“My girl is scared,” he stated softly.
“Yes. No. Okay, yes. What was that?” Her hands gripped the iron bulge of his upper arms. Warm flesh over moving metal was what he felt like. Even relaxed, he was relentless power. Touching him, holding on to him, comforting and frightening all rolled into one confusing mass of emotions.
He smiled, the warmth transforming chiseled features in to bone-melting beauty. “That was us, baby. How we are.”
“We hardly know each other. This is crazy,” Hailey whispered as the reality of unprotected sex crashed over her.
His head tilted a fraction, making handsome even more overwhelming. “Hailey, we’ve been in each other’s business for five years.”
“No. No we haven’t. I mean, not really.”
“Yes we were, but maybe you didn’t know, little one. You were mine the first time I saw you laugh. Way too young, so I had to wait.” Jack dropped a kiss on her nose and slowly pulled out of her body, rolling to the side but not releasing her as he continued. “Wait. I’ll be right back.”
He rose from the bed, and even though it was dark she could see the smooth glide of muscles and bones in perfect, delicious proportion as he sauntered into the bathroom. The light came on but he didn’t close the door. Hence Hailey didn’t move as it took every bit of her concentration to keep breathing while she watched him take a washcloth to himself, rinse it out and turn back into the bedroom with a fresh, damp cloth.
Wasting time pondering how sweet that was meant he was sliding back onto the bed, propped on an elbow and the warm, damp cloth was stroking down her belly before Hailey had managed to cover anything with the tangled sheet.
“Spread, baby,” he commanded.
Oh my. Swallowing the rush of saliva brought on by watching a naked Jack, she supposed there was nothing for it. Hailey reluctantly inched her legs apart.
“Knees up, feet to the sheets, and spread,” Jack clarified, his eyes cut up to hers and a line appeared between his brows.
The look did it. Knees bent, she did as ordered, opening to his hand.
“Good girl,” he rewarded her, his attention between her legs as he