Love Like You've Never Been Hurt (19 page)

She shook her head, looking a little ashamed.

“What, Baby?”

With great effort, she said, “Rob didn’t like it.”

“The selfish bastard!” thought Jack. He’d never
hated someone he’d never met before, but he was starting to
hate this Rob character. Man, if he ever met him. He calmed himself;
time to think of that later. For now he had much more important
business to attend to. He kissed her again until she was panting and
writhing beneath him.

“
Baby, will you relax
and trust me? I
do
like this,” he gave her that hungry look, “more than like
this, but more importantly, I think you’re going to like this.
I want tonight to be all about you, making sure you enjoy it, OK?”

She nodded up at him and he felt his heart clench as for the first
time he saw trust as well as desire in her eyes. She raised her arms
above her own head this time and closed her eyes, offering herself up
to him. With his hands and tongue he worked hard to deserve that
trust as he made his way back down her body. She was trembling all
over as he used his broad shoulders to spread her legs wider.

“You OK?”

“Mm, wonderful,” then she gave a little yelp as he
stroked her bud with his tongue. He breathed in deeply; the musky
scent of her was driving him crazy, but this was all about her. His
own lust could wait, much as his aching cock disagreed with him. He
stroked the inside of her thighs then used both hands to hold her
open. She moaned and writhed as he blew into her heat then stroked
her with his tongue. Her hips left the bed and rose to meet him and
he buried his face in her, working magic with his tongue and lips.
When he lifted his head her hips fell back down to the bed.

“You like?”

“Oh, my goodness, Jack. I more than like.”

He lowered his head again and
this time as he did, he reached up and caressed her nipple, gently
circling and squeezing. Her hips raised back up to him as he sucked
and teased her bud. As she began to move her hips in time with the
strokes of his tongue, he rested two fingers at her entrance. He felt
her tense in anticipation. She matched his rhythm and as he felt her
getting closer he slipped his fingers deep inside. She was so wet and
tight. At the second stroke of his fingers he felt her velvety
wetness close around them and she moaned as her orgasm took her. He
worked her with his tongue and fingers as she came for him, carrying
her through wave after wave.

When she eventually lay still, he came back up to lay beside her,
tracing little circles over her chest and stomach. She opened her
eyes and he smiled down at her. The sexy, satisfied smile on her face
made his heart and his cock throb.

“I more than like.” She pulled him down for another
lingering kiss and then pushed him on his back. “Now who’s
wearing too many clothes?” She slipped her hand inside his
boxers and as she closed her fingers around him Jack felt himself
grow harder still, though he’d thought that was impossible. She
pushed his shorts down and he kicked them off. Still holding him in
her hand, she peppered his chest with little kisses and started to
work her way down his abs. “Your turn.”

For a moment he gave in to the pent up desire of the last few
weeks. Her mouth burned a trail down his body as she stroked him with
both hands. Before he realized she was there, she ran her tongue over
the tip of him. No, no, no! He couldn’t go there. Not yet, he
wouldn’t last a minute. He drew her back up to kiss his lips
and turned her so she was on her back once more, looking up at him as
he held his weight above her.

“You don’t like?”

“I’m afraid I might like a little too much.”

A troubled look crossed her face. “I do know how to do
that.”

Jack gritted his teeth as hatred for Rob bubbled up once more. She
didn’t know how to let a man go down on her, but she knew how
to return the favor? What kind of asshole was this man she’d
been married to? He kept his voice steady as he said, “I’m
sure you do and there will be plenty of time for that, but tonight
isn’t about taking turns.”

“No?”

“No,” he smiled again now. “If you remember, I
told you that if I got you into bed, I would prove to you that I am
not terrible.”

She returned his smile, “So you did.”

“And how am I doing so far?”

“Oh, not terrible. Not terrible at all.”

“Well, if that’s the best you can say, I still have
much work left to do here.” He caressed her nipple with his
thumb and loved the dazed look that came over her face as her breath
quickened and her eyes darkened. He buried his face in her neck, then
nibbled her ear, the whole time teasing her nipple. She writhed
underneath him, torturing his erection as it throbbed to be inside
her.

“Jack?”

“Yes, Baby?”

“Make love to me, Jack.” He held his breath as she
spread her legs wider. “Please, make love to me.” Still
he hesitated. She opened her eyes and looked deep into his. “I’ll
beg if you want me to. Please?”

Damn!

She pulled his head down to her and he leaned in for another kiss,
but instead she brought her lips close to his ear and whispered –
two little words that sent him over the edge: “Fuck me.”
He hadn’t expected to hear that dirty word from her sweet lips,
but it had the effect she’d hoped for.

Despite the heat coursing
through his veins, he steadied himself. He wanted this to be slow and
gentle, to make sure she would never forget and always want more –
of him. He positioned himself between her legs which were spread
wide, waiting to receive him. He couldn’t believe he was about
to be inside her with nothing between them, no rubber to mute the
sensations.

This time, she questioned him, “Are you OK?”

“Oh yeah, Baby.”

“What is it?”

“It’s nothing, just realizing we’re going to do
this with no condom.”

“Is that unusual?”

“You’re my first.”

The look on her face told him how much that pleased her. As he
looked down at her beautiful face, eyes shining, the flush spread
across her cheeks and chest. He had never wanted a woman as badly as
he wanted her. He had to make this special for her. His little head
was impatient, aching to be allowed to penetrate her wetness after
weeks of waiting. He was wary though; she hadn’t done this for
years and he knew he was a lot to take in. If he was honest, he was
hesitant because he was shocked how special this felt to him too, and
it was more than going without a condom for the first time.

Using every ounce of willpower he possessed he nudged gently at
her entrance, watching her face closely. To his surprise she thrust
her hips up to him and he entered her. He clenched his jaw and sweat
rolled down his back. The feel of her, the raw sensations as he
pulsated just inside her threatened to take him over the edge with
the need to thrust deep and hard, but he held out.

“You OK?”

She nodded rapidly and her hands came up around his ass, urging
him in. He slid a few inches deeper and watched her face flush. She
wrapped her legs around his, resting her feet on his calves, opening
herself wider to him. He thrust a little deeper and she moaned.

“All of you, Jack. I want all of you.”

He was throbbing inside her, tormented by the self-imposed
restraint. Her eyes flew open as he slid a little deeper still.

“Almost there, Baby.”

She nodded and lifted her hips to receive him. Unable to resist a
moment longer he drove all the way home, and man, it felt like coming
home. The sensation of her hot wetness, gripping him tight even as
she yielded to him. He was determined to set up a slow, gentle
rhythm, but she bucked underneath him and within moments he felt the
waves of another orgasm take her. He bit his lip as she tightened
around him, pulsing over and over.

Eventually she lay still and opened her eyes. “Oh my, Jack!”

Sex looked so good on her.

Then her eyes clouded. “I didn’t wait for you. I
couldn’t. I’m so sorry.”

He silenced her with a kiss. “We’re not done here yet,
Miss Douglas.” Holding her gaze he thrust his whole length
inside her, drawing a wide-eyed gasp. This time he set up a deep,
slow thrusting rhythm. Her arms came up around his back, almost
making him lose his steely control. He heard her breath change and,
knowing she was getting close, he stepped up his rhythm, claiming her
as his own with every thrust. Just when he knew he must explode at
any moment, she drew her legs up high and wrapped them around his
back With a low keening moan another orgasm took her, and this time
he let himself go, coming harder than he ever had, a whole body
sensation from his scalp to his toes as he pushed deep into her very
core.

For a long time he lay,
breathing hard on top of her, unable to move, even if she didn’t
have her arms and legs still clasped tightly around him. She mewled
as an aftershock rippled through them both. He buried his face in her
hair. “Oh, Emma.”

Eventually he rolled to his side and drew her into his arms.

She smiled, a very sexy, very satisfied smile. “What have
you done to me, Mr. Benson? I had no idea it was supposed to be like
that!” Her wide eyes gave away the fact that she wasn’t
really joking.

“For once, I don’t know what to say, Miss Douglas. You
see, I had no idea that it was supposed to be like that either!”
He grinned. “But now that I do know this is how it’s
supposed to be, I think we should keep doing it.”

“Oh, most definitely. All the time, whenever we can!”

His heart leaped. “Really?”

“Yes, really. I think I could get addicted to this.”

She snuggled closer to him and he held her tight. If he’d
thought he was doomed before, he knew know that he’d lost all
hope. He’d never known sex this good. She was unbelievable. So
innocent and yet insatiable. He realized she was drifting off to
sleep and placed a kiss on her lips.

She smiled at him through sleepy eyes. “Stay with me
tonight?”

“Try stopping me.”

“I have to leave at eight.”

“I know.”

“But, maybe, before I go, we could...” She trailed her
hand down his abs. “I’ll make you a proper breakfast, not
just muffins.”

He laughed, “You’ll have to keep my strength up if you
intend to keep doing this to me.”

“Oh, I will and I do.” She turned over and pressed her
bottom against him. “Good night, Jack.”

“Good night, Baby.” As he spooned her he held her
close, happier than he’d ever been as he held everything he
wanted right there in his arms.

Emma came to slowly. A smile touched her lips as she remembered
the night before. As she moved she realized she might be sore in some
interesting places today, but oh, had it been worth it! She tingled
all over as she remember the feel of his hands, and his mouth,
caressing her, touching her in ways she’d never known. She
reached out, hoping to start this day with some more of him, of the
way he made her feel. Her hand touched cold sheets. She opened her
eyes and stared at the empty pillow beside her. Feeling disappointed,
she got up. She visited the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Looking
in the mirror she noticed a little patch of razor burn on her chest.
She touched it gently, loving the thought that he had marked her as
his own. She put on her robe.

“Now, don’t get carried away. It’s that kind of
thinking that gets you in trouble. You are not his own and he is not
yours. He is just an incredibly sexy man, who you spent a wonderful
night with, she smiled, and hopefully will spend many more with this
summer.”

She went downstairs and was
disappointed not to smell coffee brewing. She’d thought he must
be doing the same as he had in the cabin. He wasn’t in the
kitchen at all. She peeked outside, thinking he may be on the deck.
No, no sign of him there. She went out and looked down the beach;
perhaps he was walking down there. She didn’t see him. Looking
up the driveway she noticed that Gramps’ truck was gone. Well!
She went back inside, her heart racing. He hadn’t stuck around
for the morning after even when he was practically living on her
driveway?! She took a deep breath. Calm down, there will be a
perfectly reasonable explanation.

She busied herself making coffee, though her hands trembled as she
did. It was only six thirty, there was plenty of time before she had
to leave. She would shower and get ready, and by the time she’d
made breakfast he’d back from wherever he’d gone. It
would be fine. She strained to listen for the truck as she showered
and dressed. She checked herself in the mirror, satisfied with the
blouse and pencil skirt that were more suitable for her city lunch
than the cutoff jeans she preferred to wear up here. She wondered if
her appearance gave away the fact that she’d spent the night
making passionate love to a gorgeous man. Her eyes shone, maybe her
complexion glowed a little, but she wasn’t wearing a sign that
said ‘Screwed Last Night’ - or ‘Dumped This
Morning’,

“Make breakfast,” she said out loud. “Act like
everything is OK and it will be OK.”

She scrambled eggs, fried bacon and sausage, even popped some
biscuits in the oven that she had in the freezer from the weekend.
When everything was ready she served up two plates and covered them
over. Where was he? No note. No call. She checked her cell again,
made sure the volume was on and that she had a full signal. Nope, no
call. Oh, Jack. Please don’t do this to me. She took her coffee
and sat outside.

Quarter till eight. She’d have to leave soon. She wondered
whether to call him. No, if he didn’t want to stick around for
the morning after, he wouldn’t want her hounding him, and if it
were anything else he would call her, wouldn’t he? She got the
message. At five till eight she emptied both breakfast plates into
the garbage. There was no way she could have eaten hers. She gathered
up her purse and closed the house.