Chapter 8
Jenny was moving toward the stairs before the words were fully out of his mouth. With her hand wrapped around his, she led him up two flights of stairs to her bedroom.
“This is awesome,” he said reverently as he went to the window to check out the glow of the moon over the water.
Jenny took advantage of the opportunity to stash the picture of Toby in her bedside drawer. Before the guilt could set in, Alex held out a hand.
She went to him.
“I’m sorry I was rude downstairs when you asked about my mom. It was nice of you to ask, but it’s the last thing I want to talk about.”
“I understand.” And she did. How could she not? She had her own list of things she’d rather not talk about.
He looked at her, seeming to see all the way inside her. “Somehow I think you do.” Glancing at the bed and then at her again, he said, “Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation. For the first time since she lost Toby, she felt like she was exactly where she belonged, and even if nothing came of the intense attraction between them, she was determined to enjoy it while it lasted.
“I don’t share. If we’re doing this, and I hope we’ll be doing a lot of it, you’re not doing it with anyone else at the same time.”
“Neither are you.”
“Done. I haven’t been with anyone in the year since I moved back here. I’m healthy, and I can prove it. Do we need protection?”
After she’d made the decision to start dating again, she’d seen Victoria, the island’s midwife, about birth control. “No.”
“Jesus, I think I just died for a second there.”
“Please don’t do that.”
“Figuratively speaking.” He drew the tank top up and over her head.
Jenny’s heart beat so hard she could feel it in her temples and between her legs and the bottoms of her feet in a steady drumbeat of desire and adrenaline.
She stood perfectly still while he unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, inserting his hands into the back to push them down.
The heat of his hands branded her bottom through the silk of her panties.
She fumbled with the button to his shorts and nearly wept with relief when it broke free. The zipper followed, and she imitated his move when she used her hands on his finely shaped ass to push his shorts down. Only he wore nothing underneath them. “Commando?”
“Is there any other way to go in this blistering heat?” He raised his hand and pulled the rumpled white cotton button-down she’d admired earlier over his head, leaving him naked before her.
In the faint moonlight, she could see the fine contours of his muscles, his dark tan, the paler skin below his waist, dark chest hair and the trail of hair that led to a darker patch around the erection that hung long and thick between his legs. “See anything you like?”
Since all the saliva in Jenny’s mouth had dried up as she looked at him, she could only nod.
“Me, too. I see all kinds of things I like. Starting right here.” He twisted his fingers against her back and freed her breasts from the tight constraint of her bra.
She whimpered in relief as he peeled the lace from her body and rubbed his chest hair over her tight nipples.
Something inside her snapped at the rush of desire that came with the friction.
Fisting his hair, she dragged him into a deep, searching kiss.
She couldn’t wait for the second taste he’d promised her downstairs.
When the backs of her legs bumped against the bed, she realized he’d been walking them backward. He came down on top of her, arms and legs entangled, his erection hard and hot against her belly as his tongue thrust into her mouth.
“As sweet as your kisses are, that’s not the taste I’ve been yearning for since last night.” He kissed a path from her throat to her chest, teasing her nipples on the way to her belly button.
Jenny was burning up from the inside. After not having a man do this to her in a dozen years, to have Alex do it twice in two days was overwhelming, to say the least.
He slid down on the bed, pushed her legs apart and opened her to his tongue.
“Mmm, that’s what I was thinking about all day.
” The flutter of his breath against her sensitive tissue and the scrape of his whiskers over her inner thighs drove her crazy as she arched her back, trying to get closer to the heat of his mouth.
“Easy.” His arm across her abdomen kept her anchored to the bed as he kept up the sensual torture.
He licked and sucked and teased, making her scream from the pleasure.
And then he added his fingers, driving two of them into her as he rolled her clit between his lips.
He kept it up until she was on the verge of climax, then backed off, slowing the strokes of his tongue and fingers.
Jenny sagged into the bed, breathing hard and sweating profusely from the heat and the desire that thrummed through her in a relentless rhythm.
She was about to beg him when he started all over again, slower this time.
Grasping a handful of his hair, she tried to hurry him, but he wouldn’t be hurried.
She groaned in frustration, which made him laugh.
“Patience.”
“I have none.”
“Get some.”
Her hands fell to her sides, gripping the sheet as he continued to torture her with his tongue and deep strokes of his fingers. Jenny’s hips surged against his mouth, and he took the hint, sucking her clit and running his tongue back and forth over it.
She detonated, screaming from the overpowering pleasure that ripped through her.
He stayed with her through the whole thing before moving up to cover her with his big, muscular body. “That was amazing,” he whispered as he took himself in hand and pushed into her. “God, that feels incredible.” He flexed his hips. “Oh, you’re so tight.”
Jenny dug her fingers into the muscles on his back as she struggled to accommodate him. Despite how primed she was after the powerful release, he was big, and she hadn’t done this in years. A slight whimper escaped from her clenched teeth.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
“We’ll have to go slow, then.” He bent over her and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking and tugging as he eased the pace of his entry. Little by little, he worked his way in, moving carefully and watching her closely with those dark-chocolate eyes. “Better?”
She nodded, sliding her hands from his shoulders down his back to his tight, muscular ass, which she gripped to keep him from moving until she was ready.
He released a tortured groan. “Gotta move.”
“Not yet.”
Throbbing and lengthening inside her, he dropped his head to her shoulder, his perspiration melding with hers to make their bodies slick.
Between the heat outside and the heat they were generating together, Jenny was about to implode.
She gradually lightened her hold on his ass and wriggled under him.
“Ready?” he muttered against her ear.
“Think so.”
“Hold on to me.”
She grasped his shoulders as he began to move, slowly at first, until he was sure she was with him.
“So fucking hot,” he whispered. “And I’m talking about you, not the weather.”
Jenny moaned as he picked up the pace, clutching her bottom in his big hands as he pounded into her.
He took her on a wild ride, giving her no chance to think about anything or anyone other than him.
Apparently, his patience extended to intercourse as well, because he kept up the ruthless pace for far longer than he should’ve been able to.
All at once, he slowed again, pushing hard into her and staying there as he gazed down at her. He brushed the hair back from her face and kissed her softly, lingering at her lips as he throbbed inside her. “Hold on tight.”
Before she could ask him why, he had turned them over and positioned her on top of him, all without losing their connection.
“Speaking of fucking hot,” he whispered as he reached up to cup her breasts, running his thumbs back and forth over her nipples.
Jenny flattened her hands on his chest, adjusting to the new position and the tight squeeze of his cock inside her.
“Ride me,” he said gruffly, his hands finding her hips to guide her movements.
She swiveled her hips, and he groaned, surging into her. His thumb pressed against her clit, making her stagger and lose her rhythm until he helped her find it again.
His eyes closed and his lips parted. “Yeah, like that. God… So good.”
Jenny had never been hotter in her life, and only part of that heat could be blamed on the weather.
He kept up the pressure on her clit as she moved over him, drawing a keening release from her that ripped through her body like a wildfire.
She came back to reality to find him over her, hammering into her as he found his own release, surging into her again and again until he finally collapsed on top of her.
“Christ, I’m burning up.” He withdrew from her and took her hand. “Let’s go swim.”
“You expect me to move right now?”
“Come on. It’s so fucking hot I can’t breathe. We need to cool off.”
She’d never been with a guy who dropped the F bomb as often as he did, but somehow it suited him—a little rough, a little gruff, a whole lot sexy.
He coaxed her out of bed but stopped her when she reached for a T-shirt. “Just like this,” he said, cupping her breasts and teasing her sore nipples.
“I’m not going out there naked.”
“Yes, you are. Come on.” He tugged her along behind him, heading for the stairs.
“You’re crazy! I work here. People come out here all the time.”
“There’s no one here at this hour.” As he argued with her, he continued down the stairs, keeping a tight grip on her hand.
Jenny made one last futile attempt to stop him before he marched through the mudroom door in all his glory, bringing her along with him in all her glory. She’d never been naked outside before last night, and here she was doing it again.