Everything You Need: Everything For You Trilogy Book 1 (40 page)

Why is he so still?

He retreats smoothly, playing his hands over the curves of my exposed hips and buttocks, until I’m all desperation to be entered again. My desire mounts like crazy as I buck beneath him. “Again.”

“I want us to remember every moment.” He’s barely still inside me but immobilises me too with the strength of his hands, leaving me little choice but to wait for him. My muscles clench their empty dissatisfaction even while he makes me linger for my pleasures. Every inch of damp flesh contracts tightly around him as he eases slowly back inside me; as he takes enjoyment in each minute sensation and his breathing grows ever more erratic.

Unable to bear this slow, torturous desire a moment longer, I beg. “Jack, please.”

“You want more?” he teases, rolling his hips, as yet abstaining from the deepest penetration.

“Everything.” I can’t stand the suspense.

He issues a frustrated laugh and drives into me fully, once more. The table shifts again under his force. As he grants me a delicious grind of his hips, I whine appreciatively, absorbing the sensations which tension my nerves. Vibrations radiating up my spine and along each limb end in my toes curling in my shoes and my fingernails scoring the French polish without the slightest of unease. If he doesn’t speed up I’ll be chewing chunks out of the woodwork.

“Tell me how much you really want me, kitten.” He withdraws again slowly to the tip and lingers. Endlessly.

I’m so frustrated. “Don’t stop now.” Doesn’t he know how close I am? I try to move backwards but he won’t allow it to happen.

“Perhaps it’s not me you want at all.” He pulls away entirely and I’m bereft. His arms plant themselves either side of my body and he leans over me. All I feel is breath, warmth, a masculine resolve to make me accept him, his way. At his pace.

“It is you I want. Only you.”

“If only that were true.” He presses me down when I struggle to rise and turn to him.

“Stay put.” He asserts total dominance over me, squeezing my buttocks which agitates my teased flesh enough to feel good. I make tiny helpless noises, fighting for endurance.

“I love those sexy little sounds, kitten. They make me so hard.” Jack nips at my earlobe. “Are you ready to feel how hard you make me?” He rears up and grinds his body teasingly against mine.

“Yes. Make love to me, Jack,” I encourage.

“This is not making love. I’m fucking you. As promised.” He taps my feet further apart with his, angling me differently.

After the episode with Ben Gunn he wants me to know I’m being taken by the better man. But at that moment I know by instinct, beneath all that outwardly uncompromising facade, is a man trying to temper a runaway lust. To protect me. And in his concealed vulnerability, to make certain I need him as much as he needs me. Tonight, I’m taking everything I can get.

“Please don’t torment me anymore.” My fingers seize the edges of the table in anticipation of his next thrust yet he makes me wait longer. I’m so totally submitting I don’t try to move. I don’t want him to change his mind because I believe he’s capable of anything, even now. I focus on steadying my breathing, something I do know how to master.

His hand strokes, gently exploring the valley between my buttocks and I still as his fingers linger there. “I want to claim every last part of you.”

He must know, I’d agree to anything. I groan out loud, frustration turning to anger.

“Tired of waiting? What is it you want, Tabby cat?”

“A bloody orgasm. What is it you want?”

He laughs tightly. “You to behave like a lady.”

I’m spread face down over a table with my posh frock thrown over my back and my knickers, a ripped rag at my feet but I’m his lady.

His voice lowers. “Are you sure it’s me you want to fuck with?” He chooses this moment to push a little further inside and jerks his body sending a frisson up my spine.

Even in my state I can see his question could be interpreted more ways than one. Is that what he’s doing to me? Shamelessly, I try to gain fuller penetration but he still prevents it. I ignore the less favourable alternative to his question that has played on my mind long enough already and take him literally. I groan my appreciation. “You.”

He enters a little more, stretching my body slowly. I don’t know how he can control himself this much. He’s rock hard and pulsing. I hear the frustration of anticipation in the tenor of his voice.

“You don’t want to fuck that upstart who thinks he can take what’s mine?” He’s still seething over Ben Gunn.

“No. I didn’t… It wasn’t… Only want you. Please.” A frustrated sob emerges from my lips. I can’t reason with him when we’re both like this. I shudder uncontrollably. If he wants to punish me by delaying sex it only makes me more excited. And snippy. But he’s close to losing it too. “I don’t think you’re in any position to withhold sex.”

He bites off a laugh. “I’m the only one in any position to.”

“You’re a brute!”

“How lucky for you.”

We’re angry with each other and I’m losing the will to fathom why. But he finally has an answer he can live with. Jack strikes home, withdraws and pounds into me over and over. Each moan I make pitches higher as his body blends with mine, I arch off the table and he reaches forward and rolls my nipples between his fingers.

“You’re close,” he says.

“Too close.” I stiffen, each muscle in my body a tightening spiral of fraught delight nearing the tipping point.

His knowledge of my body’s reaction reveals a wealth of experience with other women’s bodies but I don’t have the mental capacity to hold on to that thought right now.

“Don’t come yet,” he warns me.

“No, Jack.” My groan is one of frustration. “Don’t make me wait.” I’m too on edge. If he moves a single millimetre I’m gone, yet I want to please him. “Don’t know if I can stop.” My limbs start to shake.

“You can.” The
Boss
can be so tough. He continues to slide in and out in a relentless rhythm, driving me beyond anything I’ve ever known.

I’m reduced to instinct and impulse as I fight to contain the inevitable. I know I can’t but I try. I really try yet each stroke makes it less likely I’ll ever be able to succeed.

“I’m there. I can’t…” My voice is an octave higher than normal. I can barely speak.

“Now,” he relents on a growl. “Let go. Hard, kitten.” He fists his hand at the nape of my neck and tugs my head back so he can steal my breath into his mouth as I erupt like a volcano beneath him.

He’s wiping Ben Gunn from my body and my mind.

My limbs grow rigid and my sex tightens yet liquefies together. I scream as the world spirals down around me. Jack pounds into my eternal fall until he stiffens and releases all his pent up frustration in one hot hard stream after another. My internal muscles capture him covetously to me. In nature’s reversal, my body forces his to comply as he empties himself, wave after wave.

Expelling air from his lungs, he grinds out a harsh curse against my lips. His weight collapses over me, spent but for the minute little involuntary tremors which course through both our bodies as the aftershocks hit repeatedly, subsiding in their infinitely measured fade.

“Hold me, Jack.” I need his arms around me as I plummet into a deep emotional whirlpool.

He raises himself by one arm and drags me with him, standing, pulling me back against him. One splayed hand caresses my sensitive breast gently as we both descend from the impact of our shattering. My head lolls back against his chest.

“Why can’t I stay mad at you, kitten?”

“I’ve done nothing wrong.” I feel his heart pounding against my back. Happily sealed in his embrace, I pretend for a moment Jack wants me the way I’ve always wanted him. “That man grabbed me.”

“It’s a problem a man might have around you,” he concedes.

I laugh. “Can’t say I’ve noticed.”

Jack swats me playfully for my cheek. “Well this grab-and-go at least took the edge off.”

I’m shocked. Jack carefully withdraws letting my dress drop to the floor around me. I right the bodice and clutch it to me shyly, quickly reverting to type after being so wanton and uninhibited. He deals with the condom, tossing it in a little silver waste basket beneath the table, adjusts his clothing and we’re back where we started, if with a touch more equilibrium between us.

Looking me squarely in the face, he angles my head between his hands until our eyes meet. “Now I’ll take the time to enjoy you properly. The way you should be enjoyed.”

He returns to the elevator, retrieves his jacket and digs out the little key from his pocket. He turns my back to him, opens the padlock releasing the necklace, placing both items on the table and massaging my neck with his fingers.

“Just so you know, this little padlock came from a collection at the jewellers, not some seedy little sex shop.” The expression of amusement on Jack’s face makes me laugh.

“So it’s a charm.”

“Worked for me.” He bites my neck impulsively. Just so I know.

Without allowance for my post-coital, introverted state of being, he lowers my zip and drops the dress to the floor in a pool of red. He lifts me free of it effortlessly by the waist, as potent still as I am sated and weakened and he kicks the dress free, careless it cost thousands. It’s outlived its usefulness. I try not to consider the symbolic nature of that action, too much. I’m exposed before him, naked in my heels, whilst he remains fully clothed behind me.

“I could admire your beautiful curves all night long.” His hand travels the contours of my spine, stroking, raising shivers of delight to the surface of my skin. “I might do that. Later. When I’m done with you.”

I grin over my shoulder, heedless of the completely possessive nature of his remark. “And when do I get to admire yours?”

“As I please,” he teases.

He undoes each cuff-link and places them on the table beside the necklace. Observing these objects discarded upon the altar of our carnal lust seems a fitting tribute to the gods of licentiousness. We have branded each other in so many little ways.

Stripping out of his shirt slowly, he allows me a scant glance to admire his toned upper body, but thwarts any attempt to turn to him or touch. He knows so well how to excite me and my barely disguised but mounting interest, amuses him.

He removes each little diamond clip from my hair until it tumbles in soft curls about my shoulders. As his fingers play though the lengths, he lifts a strand to his face inhaling my scent before tucking it over one shoulder to bare my back to him again.

Jack lowers his lips to the base of my neck, nuzzling and sucking in a gentle vacuum, lifting the flesh away from my bones. He trails one forefinger down the curved groove of my spine raising a shudder which rolls through me bringing my anticipation for his body again to high alert. His hand descends and I twist round to watch him over my shoulder as he explores my shape.

“There’s a thousand more ways I want to enjoy you.” He nibbles the curve of my neck.

“Should I be scared?”

“You’re done being scared.”

I lean against his chest feeling everything will be alright as his arms wrap around my waist and one palm runs up to cup my breast. He tweaks the nipple between his thumb and finger until I keen softly in the blissful glow it affords me.

Jack’s other hand splays across my stomach. His thumb dips in my navel swirling around until my hips start to rock involuntarily and I feel him stir behind me. So soon? Long fingers align themselves downwards as he slides his hand lower and lower until their very tips descend onto the triangle of flesh at the base of my belly. He stiffens.

Shit. I forgot.

“If there’s anything you have to tell me, now might be your last chance.”

Time ceases as I stop breathing.

His fingers roam cautiously over and around the gem-encrusted nude flesh as if he’s making sense of what he finds beneath the pads of his fingers. His abrupt heartbeat tells me he’s stunned and fascinated. The sudden kick of his erection tells me he’s aroused by what he’s found.

I twist my neck to see his eyebrows arch in abject surprise. I know no woman has ever shocked Jack in quite this way before and I’m glad I’ve managed to give him a first too. Whatever he’s done in the past without me, whatever he does in the future, this one will always be mine.

“What have we got here?” There’s clear excitement in his voice.

I’m thrilled to have created a unique moment for Jack and me but I’m apprehensive too. I remember the three little words I chose. As he turns me, I resist. It’s futile when he’s so much stronger and infinitely more determined. I crush myself against him so he can’t see the vajazzle.

“Don’t Jack. Don’t look.” Suddenly I’m shy as a virgin bride.

“Show me what you’ve done.” He means business.

“Don’t make me.” I wriggle my bare skin even closer.

He lifts my line of sight to his. “I want to see. To see you. All of you.” He waits for compliance, so certain I’ll obey simply because he demands it. His expression is unyielding. “I’m waiting.”

“Take the rest of your clothes off first, Jack. Please?” It’ll be so much easier if he’s not standing half-dressed whilst I’m so naked. Worse than naked. Bejewelled.