Gillian jumped at the peel of the doorbell, smoothed her sweaty palms down her skirt, and hurried to answer the summons. She smiled at the single white lily Jack held out to her. “Oh, it’s beautiful.” Sniffing at it, she stood back, waving a hand at him to usher him inside. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Jack glanced around as he pulled off his leather jacket and hung it on the rack next to the door. Dressed in tan slacks, a white shirt, and tie, he looked mouth-watering.
Gillian hid her face in the flower, hoping he wouldn’t catch her licking her lips. Desire flooded through her, the urge to see if he tasted as good as he looked powerful. She turned and hurried toward the kitchen.
“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
