She looked up into his eyes and he leaned forward and gently pressed his mouth to hers, easing into a kiss soslow and sweet, it just seemed to melt her heart. He smelled of sweat and grass and Jack. His thumbs brushedover the backs of her hands as the tip of his slick tongue touched hers. Jack took his time, and the kiss turnedmore deeply intimate. It touched places deep in her soul that recognized hint. This was more than a mating ofmouths. More than the hot rush of sex that demanded to be satisfied.
When he pulled back, he looked at her the way he used to all those years ago. His guard down. His wants andneeds and desires unmistakably clear in his green eyes.
'Come home with me,' he said as his hands moved to cover hers in his warm palms.
She swallowed and the corners of her mouth turned up. She didn't have to ask what he had planned. 'I thoughtyour shoulder hurt?'
'Not that bad.'
'I could massage it for you.'
He shook his head. 'You need to save your energy to massage other things.'
Chapter Nineteen
Daisy ran her hands across Jack's smooth shoulders and pushed her fingers into his knotted muscles. Shemassaged his back and ran her thumbs up and down the indent of his spine. A bead of water dropped from hiswet hair, slid down his back and was absorbed in the thick blue towel hung low on his hips.
The drive from the park to Jack's had taken less than ten minutes. Usually it took fifteen, but Jack had runseveral stop signs and blown through a traffic light.
At present, he sat on a ladder-back kitchen chair next to the dining room table. His legs straddled the seat whilehis arms rested across the top rung. He'd insisted on taking a quick shower to get rid of the grime before he'd lether touch him, and when he'd come out wearing nothing but a towel, she'd about jumped him then and there.
'How's this feel?' she asked as her palms slid down his hard muscles, then up again.
'Like something I could get used to.' The heat from his skin warmed her hands, and she felt the contours andtextures as she learned the definition of him all over again.
'Daisy?'
She looked down at the back of his head. The dining room light shone through his dark hair, picking out strandsthe color of coffee. 'Hmm?'
'When we were at Lake Meredith, you said you've missed me.' He reached up and grasped her by the wrist. 'Isthat true?' He looked over his shoulder at her. His intense gaze told her the answer was very important to hint'Yes, Jack. It's true.'
He pulled her arm down around his chest and said, next to her right cheek, 'I missed you too, Daisy Lee. Allthese years I've missed you more than I knew.' His placed his free hand on the left side of her face. 'More thanI ever wanted you to know.'
Her chest got light and achy, and she lowered her mouth and said against his lips. 'I love you, Jack.'
He closed his eyes and let out his breath. He was quiet for several long moments then he said, 'I have alwaysloved you. Even when I didn't want to.'
'Turn around,' she whispered.
His eyes opened. 'What?'
'Stand up.'
As soon as he stood and turned toward her, she put her hand on his shoulders and pushed him back down again.
'I don't know what happens next for us,' she said as she pulled up her dress and sat in his lap facing him. Hespread his thighs and her bottom hit the seat of the chair. Her bare feet hung over the sides. 'Whatever it is, Iwill always love you. I can't help it.'
His hands slid up and down her thighs as his green eyes looked at her through his lashes. 'I'll show you whathappens next.' His palms moved to her waist and his fingers searched the lie on the side of her dress.
She settled more firmly between his legs and asked, 'is that a tent pole or are you happy to see me?'
A blatantly sexual smile pushed the corners of his mouth upward. 'Both. Wanna see?'
'Oh yeah.' She moved her hands from his shoulders and down his chest. Her palms covered his nipples and sheleaned forward and kissed the side of his throat. The thick towel and the thin layer of her panties separatedthem.
Jack tugged and the top of her dress loosened. 'Raise your arms,' he told Daisy. She did as he asked, and he slidthe dress above her waist and pulled it over her head. Her hair fell free about her bare shoulders, and Jacklooked into her brown eyes, at the passion staring back at him. He tossed the dress on the floor, then covered hernaked breasts with his hands. Her puckered nipples poked the centers of his palms and he brushed them with histhumbs. Her lids lowered a fraction and she licked her lips. He knew her. He knew the weight of her against himand the beat of her heart in his palms. He knew the sigh of pleasure on her lips and the scent of her skin.
This was Daisy. His Daisy.
'Are you sure your shoulder doesn't hurt?'
Shoulder? He didn't give a shit about his shoulder. The only pain he felt was in his groin. 'Nothing hurts as badas wanting you.' Every fantasy he'd ever had had begun and ended with Daisy Lee. Now here she was. Exceptfor a strap of silk panties, naked in his lap. If he had his way, she would never leave.
Her soft hand slid down his belly and she pulled at the towel around his waist. She unwrapped him like aChristmas present, then reached inside and closed her fist around his erection. He was so hard he throbbed. Hesucked in his breath. He looked at Daisy, past the rose-colored lips of her breasts, down her tan abdomen andbelly button to her tiny white panties. Within her small hand, she held his thick shaft. She brushed her thumbover the head. Lust pulled his gut into a hard knot and he had a difficult time drawing air into his lungs. Hewrapped his hand over hers and moved it up and down, sliding within the soft velvet of her palm. She leanedforward and kissed his throat. Her warm moist tongue leaving a trail of fire.
He raised her face to his, and his hungry mouth slanted across her lips. He gave her hot, feeding kisses; therewas nothing tender or soft in what he gave this time. The moment his mouth touched hers, it was greedy, amaddening chase and follow. A slick advance and retreat of hot tongues and mouths. She arched into him,crushing her hard nipples into his chest and shoving her crotch against his erection.
He wanted this. He wanted it every damn day of his life. He wanted the drive of her tongue in his mouth, theweight of her in his arms, the catch in his chest when he looked into her eyes or buried his nose in her neck.
He wanted her. All of her. Forever. He loved her. He'd always loved her.
Jack stood and the towel fell to the floor. He set Daisy on the kitchen table in front of him and looked down intoher dazed eyes.
'Lie down, buttercup.' She rested back on her elbows and watched as he kissed her breasts and sucked herpuckered nipple into his mouth. He worked her over until her breath was choppy, then he worked his way south.
He sucked a patch of skin next to her belly button and reached for the chair behind him. He pulled off herpanties then sat between her thighs.
'Jack,' she said, her voice a dry whisper. 'What are you doing?'
He put her bare feet on his shoulders and kissed each ankle - 'I'm going down.' He bit the inside of her thigh ashe brushed his thumb across her slick clitoris and pushed a finger deep inside where she was very hot and verywet. He parted her slick flesh and placed a hand beneath her bottom. He raised her as he brought his mouthdown on her.
She tasted like Daisy. Good. Like sex and desire and everything he'd ever wanted.
She moaned his name as her head fell back. He kissed her between her legs. In the same spot he'd kissed herfifteen years ago - only he was better at it now. Better at knowing how to use his tongue and how hard to drawher into his mouth. He teased and sucked until she used her feet to push him back.
She rose from the table and stood in front of him, a little unsteady on her feet as she looked down at him. 'Iwant you, Jack.'
