ships/ And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?/ Sweet Lauren, make me immortal with a kiss.â
She tunneled her fingers in his hair and brought his mouth to hers. This time she took charge, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. Tasting again the cocoa and the desire of this very strong man who called to her soul.
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Lauren shifted over him, straddling his lap, and all thoughts of that Marlowe play slipped away. Her mouth moved over his. Jack held her scalp in his palms, holding her still while he explored her.
She moaned, and he wanted more from her. More sounds, more noises. More everything.
She pulled back and stared up at him. Her lips were swollen and wet from his mouth. Her pupils were dilated and her skin was flushed. Her breathing was rapid, and his mirrored hers.
âSo Iâm Helen?â she asked, her contralto voice even deeper than normal.
âHell, yeah,â he said.
He rubbed the back of her neck and then slid his hands down her back until he cupped her rump. He flexed his fingers against her hips and she rocked forward against his hard-on.
âGod, woman, donât do that.â
âWhy not? It feels so good.â
She let her head drop back as she moved against him. Her breasts thrust forward, her eyes closed. She had an earthy sensuality that heâd sensed listening to her on her show. Seeing it firsthand set him on fire.
Watching Lauren made him hotter than heâd ever been before. Her nipples hardened under her shirt. Jack used his hands in the middle of her back to bring her closer to him. He raised her shirt and licked her nipples.
She grabbed his head and held him closer to her. âMore.â
He bit lightly at her distended flesh, and when she moaned again he started suckling on her. Her thighs clamped tighter around his hips.
Her womanly scent surrounded him and he stopped thinking. She felt better than any woman heâd ever held. He freed the buttons of her shirt and pushed it aside.
Her bra of white lace demicups made him groan. He pushed the cups out of his way and then stopped to study her. She was watching him. Her nipples were hard and pointed. Her stomach contracted with each breath she took and her hips rocked slowly against his.
He kept one hand at the small of her back. Held her still so that he could feast on her as he wanted. First with his eyes. Just looking at the textures of hervelvety-soft skin and the colors, pink and cream. She was so soft.
He lifted his free hand and rubbed his knuckle over first one exposed nipple and then the other. Leaning forward, he let his breath brush over her.
She held his head tighter and lifted her breasts. âPleaseâ¦â
âIâll please you, sweetheart.â
A song started playing and Jack started away from Lauren. âOh, damn. My mother.â
âWhat?â
Lauren pushed herself off his lap and scrambled for her purse. âHi, Mom.â
Jack was still dazed. What the heck had happened?
âNo. Iâm fine. I stopped to eat on the way home.â
She had one hand on her hip and her breasts were still bare. He caressed one breast and she batted his hand away. âOkay, Mom. Love you, too.â
She closed her phone and looked at him. âUhâ¦â
âChanged your mind?â
âYeah. I meanâI know this is bad timing.â
âItâs okay. I really only meant to have a nice evening with you. Not have you.â
âOh, Jack,â she said in that way of hers that made him ache to make promises he knew he couldnât keep.
She turned away and fastened her shirt. Jack took several deep breaths but his erection was still strong. He needed Lauren. But he could wait.
âWant dessert?â
âWould you mind taking me home?â
âNot at all.â
âYour mom calls you after work?â he said to distract himself. His mom called both him and Ty every evening. And if one of them wasnât home or reachable by cell
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