he muttered, whether to himself or her he couldn't say. “I swore this wasn't going to happen—at least not yet.” But instead of letting her go, he held her even closer. His lips nuzzled against her earlobe, and his tongue darted out to taste her salty skin. For a moment,—just a moment—Jack considered releasing her. He knew she still wasn't completely sober and he shouldn't take advantage of her. But it was too late. Just that little bit of contact, and it was all over for him. No warning. Just wildfire, hot and burning, streaking through his veins. His lips covered hers in a kiss that was wet and consuming. Their tongues tangled, and he tasted the bitterness of the beer she had drunk earlier mixed in with the sweet taste of woman.
His lips moved across her neck and chest above the scooped neckline of her dress with sharp, stinging little kisses that left damp marks on her throat and breasts. Impatient with the fabric that kept him from reaching more of her skin, he gripped the hem and pushed it up and over her head before tossing it onto the ground. Driven by a burning desire, he released the front catch of her bra and focused on her swollen breasts. He enclosed them in his hands, squeezing and plumping them up before tracing small circles across the swollen tips. Her eyes fluttered closed as he pinched her nipples. “Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Look at me touching you. I want to see your face while you watch me."
Obediently, she lifted her heavy eyelids, and he smiled in satisfaction. Bending down, he licked delicately over one pointed nipple, and she gasped.
"I want to fuck you, Abby. I don't know where this is going, or if it's going anywhere at all. And Beau will probably kill me if he ever finds out. But I'm dying here, baby. I have been since the first time I saw you. Let me fuck you.” His mouth closed over her nipple, and Abby's hips arched upward
"Yes. Oh, yes, Jack."
"Say it, Abby. Tell me what you want."
"Please, Jack can't you just...” she pressed against him again, grinding her hips against his.
"No. You have to say it.” His hand left her breast and moved down to the crotch of her panties. He covered her, pressing inward and stimulating her already swollen clit. “Say it. If you want me, you have to say the words. I have to know you really mean it. I don't want you to regret this in the morning. You won't be able to claim that you were drunk and didn't mean for this to happen. I have to be sure that you know what we're doing here, Abby."
"Yes, I want you, Jack. I've wanted you since that first day."
"That's nice, angel,” he said as he stroked her faster. “Real nice. But I want different words. I want the words nice little angels aren't supposed to say."
"Oh, God,” she moaned, grinding her hips into his fingers.
"Say it,” he commanded.
Abby surrendered to his demand, almost screaming the words for him. “Fuck me, Jack. Please, fuck me."
Jack grunted in satisfaction, refusing to think about the consequences of what he was about to do. It felt like he had been trying to resist this attraction forever instead of for a couple of weeks. Maybe if he just sated himself with her body, he would get over the craziness that overtook him every time he thought about her. Or saw her. Or smelled her. He roughly pushed her up onto the porch until her back hit the side of the house. Then his body flattened hers into the wood, every inch of him plastered against her, holding her, controlling her. She couldn't move unless he allowed it. Could hardly breathe without his permission.
His mouth crushed hers, forcing hers open, his tongue stabbing in, all pretense of gentleness and civility swept away with the force of his passion. His mouth mimicked the thrusts his hips were making against the cradle of her thighs, preparing her for what was to come. Letting her feel how it would be for them. Abby moaned and thrust back.
"Yes, baby, yes. Show me how much you like this. Show me how much you
His lips moved across her neck and chest above the scooped neckline of her dress with sharp, stinging little kisses that left damp marks on her throat and breasts. Impatient with the fabric that kept him from reaching more of her skin, he gripped the hem and pushed it up and over her head before tossing it onto the ground. Driven by a burning desire, he released the front catch of her bra and focused on her swollen breasts. He enclosed them in his hands, squeezing and plumping them up before tracing small circles across the swollen tips. Her eyes fluttered closed as he pinched her nipples. “Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Look at me touching you. I want to see your face while you watch me."
Obediently, she lifted her heavy eyelids, and he smiled in satisfaction. Bending down, he licked delicately over one pointed nipple, and she gasped.
"I want to fuck you, Abby. I don't know where this is going, or if it's going anywhere at all. And Beau will probably kill me if he ever finds out. But I'm dying here, baby. I have been since the first time I saw you. Let me fuck you.” His mouth closed over her nipple, and Abby's hips arched upward
"Yes. Oh, yes, Jack."
"Say it, Abby. Tell me what you want."
"Please, Jack can't you just...” she pressed against him again, grinding her hips against his.
"No. You have to say it.” His hand left her breast and moved down to the crotch of her panties. He covered her, pressing inward and stimulating her already swollen clit. “Say it. If you want me, you have to say the words. I have to know you really mean it. I don't want you to regret this in the morning. You won't be able to claim that you were drunk and didn't mean for this to happen. I have to be sure that you know what we're doing here, Abby."
"Yes, I want you, Jack. I've wanted you since that first day."
"That's nice, angel,” he said as he stroked her faster. “Real nice. But I want different words. I want the words nice little angels aren't supposed to say."
"Oh, God,” she moaned, grinding her hips into his fingers.
"Say it,” he commanded.
Abby surrendered to his demand, almost screaming the words for him. “Fuck me, Jack. Please, fuck me."
Jack grunted in satisfaction, refusing to think about the consequences of what he was about to do. It felt like he had been trying to resist this attraction forever instead of for a couple of weeks. Maybe if he just sated himself with her body, he would get over the craziness that overtook him every time he thought about her. Or saw her. Or smelled her. He roughly pushed her up onto the porch until her back hit the side of the house. Then his body flattened hers into the wood, every inch of him plastered against her, holding her, controlling her. She couldn't move unless he allowed it. Could hardly breathe without his permission.
His mouth crushed hers, forcing hers open, his tongue stabbing in, all pretense of gentleness and civility swept away with the force of his passion. His mouth mimicked the thrusts his hips were making against the cradle of her thighs, preparing her for what was to come. Letting her feel how it would be for them. Abby moaned and thrust back.
"Yes, baby, yes. Show me how much you like this. Show me how much you
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