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back and took him deep in a long, slow slide. She opened her eyes to find him studying her. When he thrust up again, hitting her in all the right spots, she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
“Show me what you’ve got, Jack.” Letting her eyes slide shut again to block out the way he looked at her, looked into her, she began to move. She executed a slow, torturous roll, sending spine-tingling pleasure shooting through every part of her.
Memories from the day shuffled through her mind: his friends who’d welcomed her, his aunt who’d declared her part of the family, his parents who’d accepted her as Lathan’s choice for wife and cared about giving her a wedding she would love, and Lathan himself, who’d treated her as a capable and irresistible woman.
Something she had never had.
She railed against the feelings tangling inside with every slide. The caring. The affection. All emotions that would suck her in as surely as they did her father with her unreliable mother. Jack’s heart was her own; would always be hers and hers alone. She’d do anything possible to keep it that way.
When her orgasm screamed through her, she opened her eyes and locked on his hazy ones. His fingers had gone white where they clenched the rails. A sheen of sweat rose on his skin. His eyes became narrow slits when she sank her nails into his chest. She threw her head back, thrusting harder, her muscles squeezing tighter and tighter. Everything inside her went off, everything so sensitive she froze, and cried out with the power of it.
While locked against him, her back arched, Lathan grasped her hips and thrust harder and harder. The pinch of his fingers on her hips stung, exciting her, sending her soaring into another lung-seizing release.
He sat straight up, a shout on his lips, as he buried his face in her neck and rode out the spasms moving through him. She held on while he lost himself in her.
She prayed to God that, despite her best intentions, she hadn’t just lost herself in him.
6
Lathan rose early, unable to sleep. He had fallen asleep with Jack’s warm body tucked against his, but woke up in the middle of the night to her sneaking out on him. He let her go and spent the next couple hours feeling pissed off and cheated.
She didn’t give him a damn inch and made sure she didn’t give one single piece of herself to him during their time in bed. He wouldn’t say they’d made love. Hell, he would barely call it sex. After all, didn’t sex involve two people? Well, last night was ninety percent Jack, and ten percent him. Even though he got off, he definitely wasn’t satisfied.
Jack had some explaining to do.
So instead of tossing and turning, he showered, dressed, and got the coffee going. He shouldn’t have been surprised when Jack joined him just moments later, also showered and dressed for the day. Jack wouldn’t hide. She didn’t have it in her. She would take him on, head held high in the air.
He sipped his coffee and told himself he would not throttle her. “Good morning, Jack.”
She smiled and headed right for the coffee pot. “Lathan.”
He allowed her one sip before he slipped the mug from her fingers and set it on the counter. He clasped her legging-clad hip and, snaking his other hand around to her lower back, his fingers brushed the warm skin he discovered under her sweater.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked with an arched brow.
He hadn’t missed the way her hands curled over his shoulders. Her mouth questioned his actions, but her body spoke a whole other language. Maybe she wasn’t as capable of keeping him at arm’s length as she thought. And maybe he should try a different tactic. “Just saying good morning to my beautiful fiancée, before my family whisks her away and tries to turn her into someone else entirely.”
She cupped his cheeks in her hands and pulled him in for a kiss, just the briefest touch. “It’s a spa day. It’s not like they’re going
“Show me what you’ve got, Jack.” Letting her eyes slide shut again to block out the way he looked at her, looked into her, she began to move. She executed a slow, torturous roll, sending spine-tingling pleasure shooting through every part of her.
Memories from the day shuffled through her mind: his friends who’d welcomed her, his aunt who’d declared her part of the family, his parents who’d accepted her as Lathan’s choice for wife and cared about giving her a wedding she would love, and Lathan himself, who’d treated her as a capable and irresistible woman.
Something she had never had.
She railed against the feelings tangling inside with every slide. The caring. The affection. All emotions that would suck her in as surely as they did her father with her unreliable mother. Jack’s heart was her own; would always be hers and hers alone. She’d do anything possible to keep it that way.
When her orgasm screamed through her, she opened her eyes and locked on his hazy ones. His fingers had gone white where they clenched the rails. A sheen of sweat rose on his skin. His eyes became narrow slits when she sank her nails into his chest. She threw her head back, thrusting harder, her muscles squeezing tighter and tighter. Everything inside her went off, everything so sensitive she froze, and cried out with the power of it.
While locked against him, her back arched, Lathan grasped her hips and thrust harder and harder. The pinch of his fingers on her hips stung, exciting her, sending her soaring into another lung-seizing release.
He sat straight up, a shout on his lips, as he buried his face in her neck and rode out the spasms moving through him. She held on while he lost himself in her.
She prayed to God that, despite her best intentions, she hadn’t just lost herself in him.
6
Lathan rose early, unable to sleep. He had fallen asleep with Jack’s warm body tucked against his, but woke up in the middle of the night to her sneaking out on him. He let her go and spent the next couple hours feeling pissed off and cheated.
She didn’t give him a damn inch and made sure she didn’t give one single piece of herself to him during their time in bed. He wouldn’t say they’d made love. Hell, he would barely call it sex. After all, didn’t sex involve two people? Well, last night was ninety percent Jack, and ten percent him. Even though he got off, he definitely wasn’t satisfied.
Jack had some explaining to do.
So instead of tossing and turning, he showered, dressed, and got the coffee going. He shouldn’t have been surprised when Jack joined him just moments later, also showered and dressed for the day. Jack wouldn’t hide. She didn’t have it in her. She would take him on, head held high in the air.
He sipped his coffee and told himself he would not throttle her. “Good morning, Jack.”
She smiled and headed right for the coffee pot. “Lathan.”
He allowed her one sip before he slipped the mug from her fingers and set it on the counter. He clasped her legging-clad hip and, snaking his other hand around to her lower back, his fingers brushed the warm skin he discovered under her sweater.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked with an arched brow.
He hadn’t missed the way her hands curled over his shoulders. Her mouth questioned his actions, but her body spoke a whole other language. Maybe she wasn’t as capable of keeping him at arm’s length as she thought. And maybe he should try a different tactic. “Just saying good morning to my beautiful fiancée, before my family whisks her away and tries to turn her into someone else entirely.”
She cupped his cheeks in her hands and pulled him in for a kiss, just the briefest touch. “It’s a spa day. It’s not like they’re going
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