When he drew her close against him, she raised her hands to cradle his head, as he pulled her harder and harder against the hardness of his muscled chest.
But suddenly realizing just how much more she needed, she crushed against him urgently, wanting to connect with him in some indescribable way.
Their eyes met. Were hers as dark and desperate as his?
She playfully shoved him away, and began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, shoving it over his shoulders and down his arms to the floor.
Oh, wow, Janelle thought to herself. He had the most beautiful body she’d ever seen, with his big broad shoulders, and muscular chest.
And those abs…
She inhaled an unsteady breath.
“What?” he murmured quizzically.
Shaking her head numbly, Janelle ran her fingertips across the breadth of his naked shoulders and through the dusting of hair on his chest, settling her mouth in the curve of his neck. Becoming bolder, her hand slid under his pants.
Jack groaned softly, jerking his hips as her hand cupped him. His head was thrown back, his strong throat exposed. He reached for her wrist, but she stayed his hand and squeezed him gently before her fingers lifted and wrapped themselves around him.
The touch of her hand, the scrape of her nails on the underside of his sensitive skin seemed to make him swell and stiffen again.
“Janelle. I didn’t think I could get any harder.” He started to laugh. “Stop it. Let’s slow down. It’s been so long for me.”
When she gave him a slow sultry smile, he moaned, closing his eyes.
“I like what I can do to you,” she murmured.
“Yeah, well,” he muttered, giving her a definitely wicked smile. “Now it’s my turn.”
She smiled hesitantly.
Gently, he unwrapped her hand from his erection and moved a few inches away.
“Stay still,” he murmured, and reaching out he laid his hands over her shoulders, slowly spreading the straps of her dress and pulling them down over her arms, exposing her breasts.
“Like I said before,” he murmured, looking at her appreciatively, “you’re beautiful.”
Her hand must have unconsciously covered her breast, but Jack pulled it away, bending over and kissing her damaged skin softly, moving his mouth over her entire breast.
Janelle couldn’t help it when her eyes filled with tears.
“Are we alright?” Jack asked. “You’re going to always look beautiful to me, Janelle.”
She scraped away the tears, nodding her acceptance.
As her dress fell to the floor, she turned into Jack, and his hands framed her face holding her still and steady while his mouth ravaged hers.
She felt the kiss in her breasts, which swelled taughtly, her nipples hardening with the friction of sensations as they rubbed against Jack’s hair dusted chest.
Janelle felt the kiss along the length of her spine as she arched to match the curve of her body against his. All the while between her legs, she could feel the rise of moist heat.
Jack broke away momentarily, shedding his pants and the boxer briefs he was wearing underneath.
Reaching for her hand, he tugged her over to the massive bed, wrapping his arms around her and dropping onto the top.
Janelle laughed, her passion in those moments unfettered by inhibition.
One of Jack’s hands slid across her hip and caressed her inner thigh, and he teased her, pulling her closer.
“Protection,” Jack murmured, rolling over on the bed and opening the drawer of his nightstand. Quickly suiting up, he rolled back over next to Janelle, who was laughing uncontrollably.
“I thought we were going to take our time?”
By this time, Jack was laughing too. “Next time. I promise.”
“Hurry,” she answered, pulling him back on top.
Jack laughed harder, but did as she said, slowly entering her.
Janelle moaned.
His hands covered her breasts as his mouth returned to hers.
She loved the weight of him, the male scent, the power in his body.
He thrust deeper, harder, and she gasped, her body arching greedily under his.
* * *
Jack lifted his shoulders a few inches further, enough to appreciate the way her body, all gentle curves and hot flushed skin undulated with each thrust, absorbed each forceful penetration as he rode her, filled her, and watched as he pushed her step by step closer into sensual fulfillment.
He felt the tension inside her coil, felt her tighten beneath him, her thighs gripping his as release flickered and beckoned.
Her ragged breathing filled his ears, a softer sound overlaying his own raspy breaths.
She reached for him, tried to pull him toward her, where she met his thrusts and shared the heat.
As he came, he felt himself falling from an unimaginable height, weightless and almost without substance.
The intensity of it caused Janelle to arch and cry out incoherently, and Jack’s mouth covered hers, cutting off the sound as he tasted her pleasure.
A shudder shook both of them at the same time, and the tension that had been strung so tightly between them vibrated and was gone. In its wake, was a satisfying lethargy.
Jack sighed contentedly, wrapping his arm around Janelle and pulling a sheet over them both.
After that, neither one of them spoke or moved.
Chapter Twenty-One
When Jack awakened the following morning, he grinned. Janelle looked exhausted. He suddenly remembered she’d mentioned she was here for rehab too, so last night had probably worn her out a little more than him.
His heart had been hammering in his chest when he’d seen her injury, and he could understand why she might have been scared, not knowing how he’d react. Mostly, it made him angry at whoever had been responsible for shooting her. It was a natural reaction for him to be
