Husband Stay (Husband #2) (8 page)

I pushed the phone
to my ear. “I’m with Jack.” I stared up into his eyes. He was frowning now.

“
Oh.
”

“At his house,” I
elaborated. “Possibly about to have sex with him.”

“
Oh!”

Jack’s frown
morphed into a smile that was so sexy I couldn’t breathe. He mouthed, “Definitely
about to have sex,” and I couldn’t help smiling back. A shaky smile.

“
I just...so
you’re safe?
”

Jack nodded. She
was shouting over background noise, so it would have been easy for him to hear
her.

“Yes, I’m fine.
Can I ring you...later?” I’d been about to say tomorrow, but I wasn’t sure how
long Jack intended to ‘entertain’ me, and didn’t want to assume anything. Despite
the fact that I was about to get intimate with a virtual stranger, I still felt
constrained by manners.

“
Sure. You know
where we’re staying.
”

It was a local Bed
& Breakfast and I had my key in my handbag, so if Jack wasn’t planning to
make me breakfast, I could taxi it over there later.

“Thanks for
checking in with me,” I said sincerely.

“
Have fun, and
no faking it!
” she shouted.

I blinked in shock,
and Jack’s delicious mouth fell open as he stared at me. I quickly ended the
call and put the phone in my purse, zipping it shut decisively before having
the courage to raise my chin and meet his gaze.

“Faking it?” he asked
softly, and I felt so mortified my face could have lit kindling. I’d just been
thinking it was lucky that Jill’s call hadn’t killed the mood, until her last
comment. Now any sort of arousal I might have indulged in was thoroughly
derailed. I’d gone from feeling like a sex goddess to a lame duck in the space
of one sentence. Really, Jill had absolutely no discretion.

“Angela?” He was
clearly waiting for an explanation, but I didn’t owe him anything. I barely
knew him. Besides, the sick humiliation swirling low in my belly demanded I
walk out with my dignity intact, and that was just what I intended to do.

“This was a
mistake.” My voice was calm and I was proud of that. But as I turned to open
the front door, his hand landed on it, above my head, keeping it shut.

“No,” he said
quietly from behind me. “Faking orgasms is a mistake. This is an opportunity.”

His free arm slid
around my midriff, pulling me back against his body where I could feel
something very hard pressing against my lower back. I didn’t want to feel
anything—didn’t expect to feel anything over my embarrassment—but the moment he
touched me the tingling heat spread around my body again.

When I didn’t pull
away, he stopped holding me in place to caress me, his thumb rising to stroke
against the bottom of one breast as he leant down to whisper in my ear. “I
don’t come until you do, Angela. That’s our rule. Every time.”

Sweet Shiva.
How many times was he expecting to do it?

I shook my head,
trying to clear it, to concentrate on what he’d said.
I don’t come until you
do.
I’d never heard that rule. Never imagined a rule like that. It was
ridiculous. Men wanted sex far more often than women did. Why would a woman
even try to have an orgasm every time they…

But what if I
wanted sex as often as a man did?

What about
looking after children?

I shunted that
thought aside to consider the outrageous and completely liberating idea that I
might have quite a rampant libido if I was with someone I was attracted to.
Maybe I
would
want an orgasm every time. Maybe I’d demand it?

No.
I knew
I’d never demand that. But Jack was offering it. And maybe for one night of my
life I could be
the woman I wanted to be, instead of the woman I thought
was expected of me.

Tomorrow I’d be
gone, and it didn’t matter what Jack thought of me. What really mattered was
what
I
thought of me. And this could be the perfect way for me to
discover who I really was, as a sexual woman. I shouldn’t walk away from that,
even if I was embarrassed.

I couldn’t bring
myself to turn and face him so I said over my shoulder. “I’ve been a faker.”
Wow,
that was hard.
“I’m not doing that anymore.”

He said nothing
for ten long seconds, then, “You were married. The girl on accounts told me
about your insurance being cancelled. Did you fake it with him?”

I nodded.

“But now you live
with a man.”

I felt my body
stiffen as I thought
What the hell?

“I know I
shouldn’t have, but I wheedled your address from the hospital, and I went there
looking for you. He’s too young to be your husband.”

I swallowed down a
sense of invasion. “You had no right—”

“Are you faking
with him too?”

This is too
much. Walk away.

But I didn’t. Instead
I said, “Kamal is my cousin, not my lover. And why do you care?”

“Do you have a
lover?”

“Do you?”

Seconds ticked
over before I realized he wasn’t going to answer that, so I came back to my
truth. This was my opportunity to be honest. I had nothing to lose. “I haven’t been
attracted to anyone else…that way.”

My sideways
ponytail exposed the back of my neck and I felt his breath there, making me hot
and melty. When he spoke, his voice was husky. “But you’re attracted to me
that
way
.”

I nodded to
myself. “Yes I am.” There was no point in denying it.

Everything about
him from the way his neatly trimmed hair curled a little on his collar to his
beautiful suit and the way his hand still held the door shut over my head.
“I’ve never felt such a strong attraction.”

I could have added
that I desperately wanted to turn around and rip his suit off to rediscover
what lay beneath it, but I waited, staring at the door. I’d made the first move
kissing him. It was his turn now.

“I’ve never met
anyone sexier than you.” His voice was slightly rough, his hand caressing my
midriff again. “When I saw you singing with Noah Steele, I wanted to pull you
out of his arms and fight him for the right to be with you. And I’m not like
that,” he added.

My breaths became
shallower as his negligently stroking hand rose to encompass my breast, his
thumb stroking the very hard nipple through my thin bra. I let my forehead drop
onto the door and he leant down to kiss the nape of my neck.

That
set
off sensations that flitted around my body, pulsing down low where I usually
stroked to give myself an orgasm. Then his hand slid across to caress my other
breast while his hot tongue teased up the back of my neck and the tingling down-low
turned into a clutching sensation I’d never felt before, even while
masturbating. It disoriented me, and I sucked in a shuddering breath, completely
incapable of speech.

“I’m taking you to
the bedroom now,” he said, but he waited.

I knew I needed to
speak, to stop him or to let him continue, and I simply couldn’t stop. I was at
a turning point where the future was pleasure or it wasn’t. And while I was in
that moment with that pleasure, I wanted more.

“Please,” I
whispered, my forehead still resting on the door. “Take me.”

He did.

In the next second,
he swept me up into his arms and I clung to his shoulder with my good hand, my
lips pressed against his throat where I could smell his skin for the first
time, and it made me even dizzier. Part of it was his sandalwood aftershave,
but most of it was aroused male.

I kissed him up
behind his ear and tasted his skin, and I felt as if I’d never known a man
before. I’d never smelt heat like this on my husband, who suddenly seemed like
a boy in comparison.

Jack strode with me
in his arms into the bedroom and laid me gently onto the soft blue coverlet,
but when he would have stood back, I clutched onto him with my good arm.

He smiled down
into my eyes. “Trust me, I’m not going anywhere.” But the moment he released me,
I felt anchorless.

He reached for the
bedside light.

“Don’t.”

He frowned at that.
“You like shadows?”

A shaft of light
from the hallway crossed the four-poster wrought-iron bed. I wanted even that
gone. “You’re an athlete, and I’m…curvy.”

“Thank you for
pointing that out,” he said, pulling off his tie. “Otherwise I might never have
noticed those stunning breasts or that bust-my-shorts ass.”

I wanted to laugh,
but I was too nervous. “Okay.”

“In fact…” He
kicked off his shoes and stripped off his jacket, throwing it across a chair. “From
the moment I first saw you…” He started unbuttoning his shirt. “You’ve made me
completely crazy, and if you bail on me now…” He shook his head, as if he
expected dire consequences.

That should have
frightened me, but somehow I knew that if I said
Stop
, he would. So it
didn’t seem fair to have him worried about possible rejection, or rushing
before I could change my mind. So I forced myself past embarrassment to say, “I
want this. I want to…”

No, I couldn’t say
it.

He stopped with
his fingers on the zip of his trousers and said, “You want to come. You want me
to make you come.”

I swallowed and
nodded, feeling awkward and incredibly vulnerable.

His hands fell to
his sides. “How many times?”

What?

I must have had
some expression on my face. Shock. Or horror.

He grinned. “So we’ll
start with one.” He went back to undressing and stripped off his pants and
briefs in one movement. I could only stare. When he straightened, an enormous
erection waved at me. Well, it was probably normal sized. I had no idea how big
they
should
be, but it was bigger than the only penis I’d ever seen in
the flesh.

I swallowed hard
and forced myself to look at him, from the top of his dark, soft hair to those
magnificent shoulders, the spectacular chest leading down to lean hips,
beautiful thighs and surprisingly sexy calves.

“Wow,” I
whispered, flicking a glance back at his penis.
Wow.
Okay, now I was
really nervous.

He climbed immediately
onto the bed and straddled me, running his hands into my hair, gently resting
his erection on my belly as he leant forward and kissed me, long and slow and
wet. It was disconcerting at first, having a naked man looming over me,
especially one as big as Jack, but his kiss was so languorous, so coaxing, that
my bones seemed to melt as I kissed him back.

When he paused for
breath he asked, “Relaxed?”

I nodded,
breathless.

“Good, because
that’s the first rule of orgasms.”

Shiva! There were
rules for that as well? “What if I don’t have one?” I stared into his dark
eyes, wondering where I found the courage to be so honest with him. Was it knowing
I could walk away at any point and never see him again?

“You will,” he
said, gazing into my eyes at close range, supremely confident.

“But if I don’t. Are
you telling me you won’t have sex with me anyway? Surely you’ll be turned on by
then.”

“I’m turned on
now,” he said, stating the obvious. “And of course I’ll want to have sex with
you,” he admitted. “But if you don’t come, I won’t. I promised.”

I’m not sure why,
but I simply couldn’t believe him. How could a man get that aroused and then
walk away? Danny never would. I knew that for sure. And perhaps out of anger at
my husband, I did a stupid thing. Before I could stop myself, I reached between
us to grab hold of his penis.

He closed his eyes
on an indrawn breath. “Angela. You’re making this…difficult.”

Some vixen I
didn’t recognize possessed me and I started to stroke it, marveling at how hard
the length of it was when the top was so squishy and soft. “So you’re telling
me this won’t make you come?”

His face was close
to mine so I kissed him, perversely determined to prove that he was just like
Danny—only interested in his own pleasure.

He didn’t
disappoint me. His fingers in my hair gripped onto my scalp and he kissed me
back, hot and hungry, pushing himself against my hand. It was thrilling,
knowing I had the power to excite him so much, to push him past the point he
wanted to go, but I was also deeply disappointed.

Unlike Danny, however,
Jack didn’t come in thirty seconds.

He slowed the kiss
and then grabbed my hand, pulling it away from his penis and moving it up over
my head, along with the arm that held my cast. When he had his breathing slowed
again he said, “I’ll be controlling the orgasms, not you.”

My mouth fell open
in surprise.
Controlling the orgasms.
I blinked, several times, shocked
at the rush of adrenalin tingling through me. Instead of being outraged at his
arrogance, I felt like I was sixteen again and about to do something I’d get in
trouble for.

Not that I’d done
that a lot—and usually it had been something Fritha instigated—but I remembered
the sensation distinctly. It was a wave of heat coupled with trembling
excitement. As I stared up at Jack, I had no idea what he was planning, but my
body was far from adverse. In fact, the idea of him controlling my reactions
was so sexy I could only gaze at him in wonder.

He slid over to
lie at my side and said, “I’m undressing you now.”

I simply nodded,
helping him where I could by toeing out of my gold sandals, then raising my
bottom so he could strip off my loose trousers and functional beige bikini
briefs. Then when my bottom hit the bed again, he pulled up the front of my
tunic and gazed at my luxuriant pubic hair while I squirmed with embarrassment.

At last he met my
gaze, and I was sure his smile was a comment on my hot blush. “I’m dining there
later.”

This time my mouth
fell open and I couldn’t help shaking my head from side to side. “I don’t
want—”

“Yes you do,” he
contradicted. “You want my hot mouth down there making you howl. And I can.”

I had absolutely
no saliva then, so I couldn’t swallow. I could only nod. Danny and I had never
done that. But of course I’d read about it. Fantasized about it.

Jack’s hand slid
up my leg from my ankle, ever so slowly, his thumb on the inside, tracking over
the curve of my knee and then higher until it was sliding between those pubic
hairs. I instantly closed my eyes, embarrassed beyond belief. But that didn’t
stop the sensations that swirled outwards as he stroked the slippery flesh a
few times before circling my clitoris and making me shudder in reaction.

“Open your eyes,”
he commanded.

I shook my head.

“You’re a woman,
not a teenage girl.”

That infuriated me
and my eyes snapped open so I could glare at him. How dare he boss me around
when…

“Oh my stars!”

His thumb slid back
over my clitoris. And not only that, there was something so sexy about staring
into his eyes as he stroked me, with far more effect than I’d ever achieved.
His thumb slid back and forth on the top of my clitoris and my buttocks
clenched, my legs parting involuntarily as I struggled to breathe evenly.