consuming fire. His hands were hot, demanding, tugging, pinching, each agonizing touch against her nipples making her whimper with pleasure.
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“Harder,” he commanded, and she lifted, slamming down against his cock and balls, loving the way he groaned, the way his jaw tightened. “Yes, like that. Fuck me, baby.”
She dragged her nails across his chest. He gasped and grabbed her wrists, pulling her chest against his and grinding his mouth against hers. He lifted his hips, powering his cock deep and hard until she felt the oncoming rush of climax. When it hit she cried out, her moans captured by his lips as he drank in her orgasm by plunging his tongue inside her mouth. Hot jets of cream shot deep into her core as he groaned against her lips and came with her.
If she had this to look forward to the rest of her life, she’d die one very happy woman.
Drenched in sweat, they clung to each other. Kate was afraid to stop touching him, wondering when he’d disappear from her arms.
“It’s not daylight yet,” she whispered in his ear.
He responded by moving against her, letting her feel his shaft hardening once again. She smiled in the darkness.
It was quite possible he could be the death of her . They made love again, all night long, each time pouring more emotion into their touches, their kisses, their whispered words to each other. The ability to give him everything made their lovemaking so much more powerful. When dawn broke, she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. As her lids fell closed, Jack kissed her temple.
“I’ll always love you, Kate. I’ll see you tonight.”
* * * * *
Bright sunlight nearly blinded her. She squinted and pulled the covers over her head, but knew it was well past the time to get up.
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She didn’t want to get up, knowing exactly what she’d find, or not find, when she opened her eyes.
But there was no sense evading the inevitable. With a groan of protest, she threw the covers back and slid out of bed, facing the offending sun with an evil glare. Sunlight used to be her salvation from the dreams that plagued her. Now it was her enemy and she welcomed the thought of tonight and bedtime. A single ray of light shined on a bud vase centered on the nightstand next to her bed. In it was one pink rose.
The one Jack had given her last night. She looked around, but knew he wouldn’t be there. Waiting for the inevitable despair to hit, she was surprised to feel suffused with energy and happiness. She had a million things to do before it got dark tonight. Inspiration struck and she wrote like a woman possessed for four hours straight. The prose flowed so easily, almost as if she had been inspired. She laughed at that. Of course she was inspired! She wrote romance! Finally, she could feel the emotions pouring through her like a life-sustaining transfusion. She was in love and she wanted to write about love, about passion, about happily ever afters. Because now she knew it was possible, that dreams really could come true. It wasn’t just fairy tales and fiction. In her dreams she’d wished for Jack to come back to her, and he had.
After spending the morning writing, she showered, dressed and drove into town. The boys met her at their favorite restaurant for lunch.
“You look way too happy today,” Ron said, looking more like his dad every day, all the way down to brushing that unruly thick hair off his forehead the same way Jack did.
J.J. nodded. “No kidding. You get laid last night or something?”
“J.J.!” Lord, he was just like his father, too, with his devilish grin and bawdy sense of humor. Heat suffused her cheeks. Sometimes children were far too insightful. 57
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“Actually, that isn’t it at all,” she lied. “I’ve just had a breakthrough in my book and I’m really excited about it.”
“We can tell,” Ron said. “Look at you. This is the liveliest I’ve seen you since…”
“Since your dad died,” she finished.
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“Harder,” he commanded, and she lifted, slamming down against his cock and balls, loving the way he groaned, the way his jaw tightened. “Yes, like that. Fuck me, baby.”
She dragged her nails across his chest. He gasped and grabbed her wrists, pulling her chest against his and grinding his mouth against hers. He lifted his hips, powering his cock deep and hard until she felt the oncoming rush of climax. When it hit she cried out, her moans captured by his lips as he drank in her orgasm by plunging his tongue inside her mouth. Hot jets of cream shot deep into her core as he groaned against her lips and came with her.
If she had this to look forward to the rest of her life, she’d die one very happy woman.
Drenched in sweat, they clung to each other. Kate was afraid to stop touching him, wondering when he’d disappear from her arms.
“It’s not daylight yet,” she whispered in his ear.
He responded by moving against her, letting her feel his shaft hardening once again. She smiled in the darkness.
It was quite possible he could be the death of her . They made love again, all night long, each time pouring more emotion into their touches, their kisses, their whispered words to each other. The ability to give him everything made their lovemaking so much more powerful. When dawn broke, she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. As her lids fell closed, Jack kissed her temple.
“I’ll always love you, Kate. I’ll see you tonight.”
* * * * *
Bright sunlight nearly blinded her. She squinted and pulled the covers over her head, but knew it was well past the time to get up.
56
Dream On
She didn’t want to get up, knowing exactly what she’d find, or not find, when she opened her eyes.
But there was no sense evading the inevitable. With a groan of protest, she threw the covers back and slid out of bed, facing the offending sun with an evil glare. Sunlight used to be her salvation from the dreams that plagued her. Now it was her enemy and she welcomed the thought of tonight and bedtime. A single ray of light shined on a bud vase centered on the nightstand next to her bed. In it was one pink rose.
The one Jack had given her last night. She looked around, but knew he wouldn’t be there. Waiting for the inevitable despair to hit, she was surprised to feel suffused with energy and happiness. She had a million things to do before it got dark tonight. Inspiration struck and she wrote like a woman possessed for four hours straight. The prose flowed so easily, almost as if she had been inspired. She laughed at that. Of course she was inspired! She wrote romance! Finally, she could feel the emotions pouring through her like a life-sustaining transfusion. She was in love and she wanted to write about love, about passion, about happily ever afters. Because now she knew it was possible, that dreams really could come true. It wasn’t just fairy tales and fiction. In her dreams she’d wished for Jack to come back to her, and he had.
After spending the morning writing, she showered, dressed and drove into town. The boys met her at their favorite restaurant for lunch.
“You look way too happy today,” Ron said, looking more like his dad every day, all the way down to brushing that unruly thick hair off his forehead the same way Jack did.
J.J. nodded. “No kidding. You get laid last night or something?”
“J.J.!” Lord, he was just like his father, too, with his devilish grin and bawdy sense of humor. Heat suffused her cheeks. Sometimes children were far too insightful. 57
Jaci Burton
“Actually, that isn’t it at all,” she lied. “I’ve just had a breakthrough in my book and I’m really excited about it.”
“We can tell,” Ron said. “Look at you. This is the liveliest I’ve seen you since…”
“Since your dad died,” she finished.
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