and run for the hills for both their sakes. When her eyelids fluttered open, hanging heavily over those smoky baby blues, he stopped. When they focused on him, darkening more, he knew he was screwed.
“Stevie, I’m sorry I—”
“Shut up,” she said hoarsely.
His jaw clamped shut. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. He wanted to—
“Now get the fucking over with so we can both get back to work.”
Rooted to the mats, Jack was speechless for the first time in his life. What was he supposed to say to that?
Not a damn thing. Because he was going to do something about it. Now.
He slipped his hand into his front pocket and pulled out a condom. He’d stopped at the first drugstore he came upon on his way to Stevie’s. He bought a box of four, but threw all save one away. His way of forcing himself not to go past the one-time line. Yeah, big mistake, ’cause once was not going to be enough. He shoved his trousers and underwear down his thighs. As he set his impatient cock free, he groaned. Pre-cum dampened the head. He rolled the condom down his thick shaft as he kicked off his shoes and slacks. When he looked up at Stevie he caught his breath. Her nipples were hard, her pupils dilated, and her sweltering tits rose and fell in poorly contained anticipation.
He stepped toward her and her legs rose, showing him her sweet dewy sex as she caught him around the waist, drawing him into her. He reached up to untie her.
“Leave it,” she rasped.
His eyes questioned hers. He wanted to fuck, yes, but not like this. He wanted her arms around him. He wanted to hold her close to him as he entered her. No matter how hard he tried to keep things just about sex between them, unfamiliar emotions forced their way into the equation. Like now. Jack didn’t make love, he fucked. But he didn’t want to fuck Stevie; he wanted to make love to her. It was why he’d left, all those years ago.
“Let’s not make this more than what it is, Jack: we’re scratching an itch. Now, scratch.”
He pretended that her words didn’t bite. That she was just hiding behind them because, like him, she was afraid of what she really wanted. He slid his fingertips up along the inside of her arm, stopping at her taped hand, where he entwined his fingers with hers. “Okay, Stevie,” he said huskily against her cheek. “You can have it your way this time.”
“This is the only time.”
“Next time, you come to me, sweetheart.” He lifted her bottom with his free hand and positioned her above his eager cock. As he slid up into her, he trembled, the experience more emotionally moving than he’d thought it would be. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. Like a fist, her soft, firm warmth clung to him.
Breathless, she gulped for air and he smiled as he moved completely into her. Buried deep, afraid he’d come if he moved, Jack closed his eyes and savored the intense pleasure her body gave his. He was beyond worked up. He’d been waiting for this for seven years. And now that he was here, he didn’t want it to end. “This is more than scratching an itch,” he rasped against her neck. What that more was, he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t about to let her go. Not again. Not so fast. He slowly withdrew, then thrust high and deep.
Stevie’s legs tightened around his waist. Opening his eyes, he glanced at her, wanting to see in her eyes that this meant more to her too. Her eyes were closed, but the expression on her face told him everything he needed to know. Bliss.
He smiled triumphantly as she opened her smoldering eyes. Passion sparked dark and deep within them. “This doesn’t mean I like you, Jack Thornton,” she gasped as he pounded into her.
She arched against him, squeezing his waist with her legs tightly wrapped around him.
God.
Damn.
Holding her right ass cheek with his left hand to steady her as he plundered her, Jack grasped the back of her head with his right
“Stevie, I’m sorry I—”
“Shut up,” she said hoarsely.
His jaw clamped shut. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. He wanted to—
“Now get the fucking over with so we can both get back to work.”
Rooted to the mats, Jack was speechless for the first time in his life. What was he supposed to say to that?
Not a damn thing. Because he was going to do something about it. Now.
He slipped his hand into his front pocket and pulled out a condom. He’d stopped at the first drugstore he came upon on his way to Stevie’s. He bought a box of four, but threw all save one away. His way of forcing himself not to go past the one-time line. Yeah, big mistake, ’cause once was not going to be enough. He shoved his trousers and underwear down his thighs. As he set his impatient cock free, he groaned. Pre-cum dampened the head. He rolled the condom down his thick shaft as he kicked off his shoes and slacks. When he looked up at Stevie he caught his breath. Her nipples were hard, her pupils dilated, and her sweltering tits rose and fell in poorly contained anticipation.
He stepped toward her and her legs rose, showing him her sweet dewy sex as she caught him around the waist, drawing him into her. He reached up to untie her.
“Leave it,” she rasped.
His eyes questioned hers. He wanted to fuck, yes, but not like this. He wanted her arms around him. He wanted to hold her close to him as he entered her. No matter how hard he tried to keep things just about sex between them, unfamiliar emotions forced their way into the equation. Like now. Jack didn’t make love, he fucked. But he didn’t want to fuck Stevie; he wanted to make love to her. It was why he’d left, all those years ago.
“Let’s not make this more than what it is, Jack: we’re scratching an itch. Now, scratch.”
He pretended that her words didn’t bite. That she was just hiding behind them because, like him, she was afraid of what she really wanted. He slid his fingertips up along the inside of her arm, stopping at her taped hand, where he entwined his fingers with hers. “Okay, Stevie,” he said huskily against her cheek. “You can have it your way this time.”
“This is the only time.”
“Next time, you come to me, sweetheart.” He lifted her bottom with his free hand and positioned her above his eager cock. As he slid up into her, he trembled, the experience more emotionally moving than he’d thought it would be. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. Like a fist, her soft, firm warmth clung to him.
Breathless, she gulped for air and he smiled as he moved completely into her. Buried deep, afraid he’d come if he moved, Jack closed his eyes and savored the intense pleasure her body gave his. He was beyond worked up. He’d been waiting for this for seven years. And now that he was here, he didn’t want it to end. “This is more than scratching an itch,” he rasped against her neck. What that more was, he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t about to let her go. Not again. Not so fast. He slowly withdrew, then thrust high and deep.
Stevie’s legs tightened around his waist. Opening his eyes, he glanced at her, wanting to see in her eyes that this meant more to her too. Her eyes were closed, but the expression on her face told him everything he needed to know. Bliss.
He smiled triumphantly as she opened her smoldering eyes. Passion sparked dark and deep within them. “This doesn’t mean I like you, Jack Thornton,” she gasped as he pounded into her.
She arched against him, squeezing his waist with her legs tightly wrapped around him.
God.
Damn.
Holding her right ass cheek with his left hand to steady her as he plundered her, Jack grasped the back of her head with his right
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