Five Alarm Lust (18 page)

“Make yourself comfortable.” Gillian gestured to the leather couch. “Would you care for a glass of wine? Coffee will only take a few minutes.” She pressed the On button on the coffee maker before pulling dinner out of the oven. She set the pot on the stove, and then turned to study Jack. He was currently hunched over, studying her bookcase. She leaned back against the counter and sighed, her eyes trailing over the taut curve of his ass. His long legs encased in cotton. Her palms itched to touch, to cup him as he leaned forward, his attention caught on something.

“You have a wide collection of books here.” Jack glanced over his shoulder. “Some of these I’ve been dying to read.”

“Really?” Gillian walked over to stand next to him. The brush of her hand against his shoulder set her flesh on fire. Flames licked along her nerves and settled in her breasts. Inhaling sharply, she offered a weak smile as she rolled her shoulders, hoping to ease the pressure in her breasts. The slide of lace over her sensitive nipples sent shockwaves racing to her clit. A hollow feeling radiated from her core, building until she pressed her thighs tighter together in an attempt to squelch it. “Which ones?”

“I’m a huge fan of westerns; you have almost the entire collection of L’Amour books. Not to mention you’ve got some great texts on dinosaurs.” Jack straightened, turning to face her.

Gillian shivered at the whisper of his breath on her face. Her breathing stuttered. She leaned forward unconsciously, her eyes focused on his lips. Her fingertips burned with the need to touch, to see if the shadow of stubble was rough or smooth. A faint whine escaped her lips when he licked his.

Mimicking him, she licked her own lips before drawing the bottom one between her teeth to nibble. With a tilt of her head, she pressed closer, less than an inch between them. She could feel the heat of his skin, see the golden flecks in his eyes as he stared at her. She raised a hand, trailed her fingers around his face, close, but not touching. His hitch in breathing told her she was on the right track. Leaning closer, she ghosted her lips over his jaw, over his cheek, his ear, his neck. Her breathing as ragged as his. Her tongue darted out to lick at his Adam’s apple as it bobbed in response to her movement.

“Gilli, please.” Jack’s low growl drew a strangled giggle. Still, Gillian refused to touch him. Her lips caressed his ear lobe, her tongue painting the tip with moisture. She lifted her eyes to meet his and stood on tiptoe to nuzzle at his mouth, her tongue painting his bottom lip before withdrawing.

Each slow teasing movement darkened his gaze with lust. Control hung by a single thread stretched taut. Gillian held his gaze and licked at his lips again, sighing when he opened them. She shivered, her blood pulsing through her veins at the touch of his tongue against hers. Moans of pleasure escaped her control as their tongues stroked against each other. Each hot, wet brush shooting straight to her pussy. It throbbed, moisture collecting, dampening her panties. Still, she refused to touch, to caress beyond their tongues.

“Gilli, you need to—” Jack growled when she ducked her head to bite his neck gently, her teeth settling in the sensitive spot between his neck and his shoulder. Her tongue laved the slight wound for a second before she gasped. Jack’s hands tightened around her hips, pulling her flush into his body. She moaned at the hard bulge in the front of his jeans, her hips wiggling against it.

They both moaned when her movements caught both of them just right. Sensation swam, rolling and pitching her body in a wild storm of need. Her hands landed on his chest, her fingers plucking at his shirt as he rocked against her.

“Little seductress.” Jack growled against her lips. He deepened her kiss, thrusting his tongue in and out. She whimpered at the faint hint of chocolate and coffee on his tongue, her fingers clenching fistfuls of his shirt. Again and again he plundered her mouth, the ragged echo of his breathing filling her head.

Her head fell back as his lips moved down her throat. She tangled her fingers in his hair with each nibbling kiss. A shudder raced down her spine when his tongue darted out to lick the hollow of her throat before moving lower. Shards of electricity darted down her body.

Lace rasped over her aching nipples, her breasts heavy with need. She whimpered when he palmed one through her shirt, his fingers making lazy circles. Rubbing against him, she wallowed in the tension coiling in her belly.

“God, Gilli, I couldn’t stop thinking of you. Of your taste,” Jack whispered in her ear. “I wanted you again and again in every way possible.”

“Please.” Gillian tugged on his tie, loosening it from around his neck before attacking his shirt, pulling it from his pants so her hands could creep beneath the fabric. She smirked at the jump of his muscles as her nails scored over his toned abs, her fingers raking through the springy hair on his chest. She paused at the hard little nubbins of his nipples, tweaking them and wallowing in his pleasured sounds.

“Tell me what you want.” Hard, unyielding, his tone crept over her as she arched against him. Her thigh slid between his, rubbing against his hard cock, and creating friction on her clit at the same time. “God yes, just like that. Harder, baby, harder.”

Gillian heard the ping of buttons flying as he ripped his shirt off. She gasped, licking her dry lips before leaning forward. Would he like it if she kissed his nipples? Skimming her lips over his pectoral muscle, she chuckled hoarsely at his tortured groan before placing chaste kisses across his chest. She glanced up and licked at his nipple, her tongue flicking it once, twice, before she withdrew and reached for her glasses.

“No.” Jack caught her hand and tugged them away from the dark frames. “Leave them on.”

“But…” Gillian fell silent at the press of his touch to her lips. Curling her fingers through his, she nodded her consent.

The brush of his fingertip down her throat to the top button of her simple cotton blouse made Gilli shimmy. She watched his face as he slid each button free. The look of want in his expression bolstered her courage. Heat pooled, gathering beneath her panties until she wondered if they were wet.

She sucked in a quick breath when his touch brushed over her belly button. Shards of pleasure rocked through her, sending waves of need straight to her crotch. Clinging to him, she tilted her head back, his lips drawing down her throat. She cried out when he palmed her crotch, his hand sliding over her skirt to cup her. He used the heel of his hand to stimulate her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Chapter 19

A whine of need escaped when he popped the button and slid the zipper down to slide the polyester of her skirt to the floor and caress her pussy. Back and forth, back and forth, he stroked her, pausing to flick at her aching clit with each movement. Her knees weak, she clung to him, her forehead pressed into his shoulder. Ragged, harsh breaths escaped her lungs as she shuddered and shivered with the tightening coil of her impending orgasm.

Biting her hand to muffle her cry of pleasure, Gillian barely felt Jack catch her as she exploded. Her pussy clenched and a wash of moisture flooded her again and again. “Yes, Jack, please.”

The coolness of her leather couch proved a welcome relief from the heat soaring through her. She arched into his touch, his fingers peeling her panties down her legs and tossing them aside.

“Touch yourself, Gilli. Come on, baby. You know you want to.” Jack coaxed her hand, directing her fingers to her throbbing cunt. “Yeah, like that. Stroke it, baby, yeah. God you’re so beautiful, so sexy. I could spend all night watching you.”

Slow, steady, she stroked herself like he had, her fingers sliding through her essence, gliding across sensitive flesh until she was sure she was going to go crazy. She dipped a finger into her warm cunt and cried out at the crashing wave of pure sensation. Arching into her own touch, she undulated under her hand, her body empty, aching.

She stilled when she felt Jack’s calloused hand creep up her thigh, her eyes flashing open. “No, don’t stop. I want to see you pleasure yourself, touch yourself. Make yourself come again, Gilli, you can do it. I want to see you come apart. It’s so sexy and hot. Makes me hard as hell.”

At his words, her eyes darted to the front placket of his jeans. Reaching out, she undid the button, slid the zipper down slowly, her eyes locked on his as her knuckles grazed his hard cock. His shiver at her touch bolstered her confidence.

“Does that feel good?” Her face burned at the question, but she didn’t want to back down. If all she got was this, it was more than she’d ever had.

“You have no idea,” Jack rasped. His hand crushed into hers, dragging it up the placket of his pants to the elastic of his briefs. “Touch me, Gilli, I need to feel your hand on me.”

Unable to pull away from the heat of him, Gillian watched the fabric bunch in her fist as she pulled it down. His cock sprang out, the wide, thick head glistening. Hasty, wanting more, she tugged his clothes down a bit. She curled her fingers around his length. The hiss of his breath an aphrodisiac. She whimpered and her head fell back when he reached down, his thick fingers sliding into her slick pussy. Mimicking his movements, she moved her hand back and forth, her grip steady as she hovered on the edge.

She protested when he withdrew his fingers and then gasped when he stepped back, his clothes flying as he kicked them from his legs. Relief flooded her when he reached for his wallet and pulled out a condom. She stared as he rolled the clear latex down his shaft, his fist pumping it as he slid the protection into place.

“Now,” he grunted, reaching for her.

She cried out when he ripped her shirt aside, exposing her lacy bra, his gaze feasting on the curves beneath. Shivers danced up her spine at the heat in his eyes before he lowered his mouth to suckle. He nuzzled, nudging the lace cup aside to bare her flesh. His tongue drew a nipple into his mouth, his lips and teeth closing around it as he played with it. Each flick of his tongue as powerful as a punch. Her hands flayed. Uncertain of where to put them, she leaned back, her head falling over the edge of the couch.

“Now, damn I can’t wait anymore.” Jack bit at the curve of her breast. Gillian felt a flash of discomfort at the niggling doubt. Unlike the other bombshells he’d been with, she was pretty much a carpenter’s dream. Her small breasts were nothing impressive, probably disappointing to touch and look at. She scrambled for her shirt and tugged on it, her ardor cooling as she struggled to get it back together and cover her breasts.

A not so gentle nip along the top of one breast drew a pained moan and her gaze to Jack’s face. He shook his head, his hands capturing hers before tugging the shirt back, lifting her with the strength in his hands and the fabric to push the shirt down to her elbows. “Not tonight, Gilli, tonight is about us.” He pressed a kiss to her jaw, her cheek, nose, and finally her lips. “I want to see all of you.”

“But, but they’re not…” Gillian swallowed the remainder of her words when he kissed her. His tongue darted into her mouth, tangling with hers until her mind swam. His fingers teased her inner thighs, running up and down the flesh, further distracting her. The sensation overload was rapidly swelling to unbearable proportions.

Threading his fingers with hers, Jack pushed her hands up by her head as he leaned forward, his gaze locked on hers. Gillian felt a thrill race up her body as his hot torso pressed hers deeper into the couch. With a whimper of pleasure at the brush of his cock against her pussy, she arched into his movements.

The warm ghost of his breath against her skin plucked the threads of her desire. Opening her mouth slightly, she breathed him in. Her tongue darted out to taste him as she felt him slide into her. The lazy glide of his hard cock stretched her, every ridge and vein pulsing within her. He rolled his hips, the last bit going in until she could feel the springy hairs of his groin against her, the slow grind teasing her clit until it ached.

“Now.” Guttural, the demand shattered the calm. Gillian cried out as he grabbed her thighs, lifting them together and putting her ankles on one shoulder as he thrust hard, fast, and deep into her. Each plunge pressed against her, teased her until she felt her body spin out of control.

From a distance, she felt Jack’s body shudder, his thrusts get rougher, until he buried himself as deep as he could, his breathing ragged in her ear. She wrapped her arm around his as she rode the waves of her orgasm, heightened by the knowledge Jack had come from fucking her.

Chapter 20

Pale strips of light lay across the floor of Gillian’s utilitarian bedroom. Curled around her sleeping form, Jack stared out the window, his body pleasantly exhausted, his mind a tangled mess. Beside him, Gillian snuffled in her sleep, burrowing deeper into the warmth of her pillow. Her bare shoulder rose and fell with each breath. He leaned over to press a gentle kiss to the exposed skin, his body stirring.

Ignoring the building desire, he tucked the blankets tighter around them and snuggled down. There was something so fundamentally right about lying next to her, but the scars ran deep. She’d tensed when he’d pressed a kiss to her hip above her scars, and he wondered if she’d ever told anyone how she’d gotten them. He traced over the ones curling upward, toward her shoulders.

He sat up, frowning at the incessant beeping of a phone. He eased from the bed to pad to the kitchen and looked around. Gilli’s cell lay on the table by the door, next to her keys. His bare feet slapped across the hardwood floor as he hurried over to turn it off before it could wake her up.

The phone stopped just as he reached for it. Who was phoning at—he squinted at the clock on the stove—three in the morning? He flipped it open and stared at the long list of missed calls. All were one number and within minutes of each other. Someone obviously had nothing better to do. He went to close the phone when it flashed again.

“Incoming text? Who the hell texts someone this late?” Irritated, he shuffled through the text messages. “You stood me up, Gillian Rebecca. I will deal with you tomorrow.”