Chapter Six #3
Jack’s eyes widened a fraction and his smile seemed a little off-kilter. ‘One night? That’s all?’
‘Sure. I’m not the fairy tale type, Jack. I’m more like you than you probably realise. I don’t have time for relationships, just the odd fling.’
There was a questioning frown on his forehead. ‘When was your last one?’
Sylvie gave a self-deprecating grimace. ‘Six months ago.’
‘Why so long?’
She shrugged one shoulder. ‘I got a little tired of online dating. Thought I’d take a break to concentrate on work.’
His hands came to rest on her hips, bringing her even closer to his hot, hard warmth. ‘Why did you leave the ball before we had another dance?’
‘I was still a bit undecided about you.’
He hooked one eyebrow upwards. ‘What changed your mind?’
Sylvie decided to be honest. ‘Dancing with you turned me on. It made me realise I should live a little on the wild side.’
Jack stroked a slow hand down the length of her spine, sending sparks of delight straight to her core. ‘You and me too, baby. One dance wasn’t enough.’ He lowered his head and nuzzled his mouth against the sensitive skin of her neck, just below her ear. ‘You left me hungry for more.’
His voice was a low growl of need that thrilled her into a shiver of delightful anticipation. His lips moved from her neck and came back to her mouth, sealing it with the heat and potency of his. Their tongues duelled in a sexy tango that made her knees loosen with increasing desire.
He walked her backwards towards the nearest wall, then placed one hand on the wall beside her head and continued his ravishing kiss.
Sylvie responded with more fervour than she had ever felt before, locking her arms around his neck, her fingers toying with his thick dark wavy hair.
Something about his mouth—the taste, the texture, the skill—sent her senses into overdrive.
His lower body was close enough for her to feel what she was doing to him and it ramped up her need for him all the more.
The hard heat of him pushing against her made her almost crazy with lust. Nothing mattered but getting naked with him.
She pulled his shirt out of his trousers and ran her hands over his warm, muscular chest. He groaned as if her touch pleased him, so she became bolder and moved her hands to stroke and caress his back and shoulders.
Jack reached for the zipper at the back of her dress, pausing briefly to ask, ‘Are you sure this is what you want?’
‘Never surer.’ Sylvie wondered how she could even talk when her breathing was so hectic with excitement and anticipation.
His skin was hot and smooth under the caress of her hands, his muscles toned with hard exercise.
She couldn’t wait to explore him in intimate detail, to freeze-frame the memory of him for future fantasies.
Jack ran her zipper down to the base of her spine, then stroked her back the way she had stroked his—slowly, sensually, exploratively.
She shivered under his touch, his broad hands so warm and erotic as they moved over every exposed inch of her.
Then he slipped his hand under her black lacy knickers and cupped her bottom, a deep groan sounding at the back of his throat.
‘I love the feel of you. Your skin is like silk.’
Sylvie had to stand on tiptoe to link her arms around his neck, her breasts pushing against his chest and her pelvis on fire.
‘Let’s take this upstairs,’ he said. ‘I don’t want to shock the neighbours.’
‘I’m the only neighbour who can see you,’ Sylvie pointed out.
Jack grinned down at her. ‘So you are, but still, a bed is more comfortable than the floor and I don’t want our first time to be up against the wall.’ He gave her a gleaming look and added, ‘I want to take my time with you.’
Sylvie shuddered in anticipation, and he took her by the hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom.
There wasn’t time to take in anything but the king-sized bed that dominated the room.
Jack removed his shirt, tossing it to a chair in the corner, then helped her out of her dress.
He stood looking at her in her bra and knickers, his eyes glinting with lust.
‘Every part of you is so damn beautiful.’
Sylvie didn’t want to think how many times he had said the very same thing to numerous other women.
Tonight was about her and him alone. Exploring the chemistry she had been trying to ignore since the day she met him.
His confidence and his arrogance had annoyed her, but nothing about his kisses or his touch did.
They mesmerized her, enchanted her, bewitched her.
Finally, they were both naked and Jack laid her down on the bed, leaning over her, with one hand beside her head, his knee bent on the mattress.
It gave her easy access to his erection and she circled his swollen length with her fingers and relished in his groans of pleasure.
His mouth crushed hers, his kiss passionate, urgent, his tongue flicking against hers, calling it into erotic play.
He pulled away from her mouth to move down her body, taking his time over each of her breasts, exploring them, circling each nipple with his tongue, sucking, stroking, teasing until, overcome with sensual pleasure, she was writhing and arching her back like a cat.
She sucked in a breath as he moved lower, dipping the tip of his tongue into the tiny cave of her belly button.
No one had ever caressed her there without her pulling away in embarrassment, so she’d had no idea how many nerve endings were waiting there to be activated.
Her breath all but stalled when he went lower to her most feminine part of her body.
It wasn’t her first time that someone had tried to pleasure her there but this time was completely different.
Firstly, she didn’t tense up and squirm with embarrassment.
Secondly, the moment Jack’s lips and tongue separated her female flesh, she could feel the tremors of pleasure building in the network of sensitive nerves throughout her pelvis.
He seemed to know exactly where and how long to caress her to send her out of her mind with an intense orgasm that shuddered and shook through her body.
A giant wave captured her, spun her around and around, washing over her in ripples of heat and fizzing sensations like the froth of expensive champagne.
Finally, the wave subsided and she was left spent and breathless, looking up at him with a dazed expression.
‘Oh wow…’ She could barely speak, could barely believe her body could respond so violently, so intensely, so pleasurably.
Jack pressed a firm kiss to her mouth and she tasted herself on his lips—another erotic moment she had not experienced before.
‘I need to get a condom.’ He moved off the bed to source a condom in the en suite, then came back and sheathed himself before joining her again on the bed.
The glinting light of anticipation in his eyes made her want him all over again.
A troubling thought entered her mind—what if this one night wasn’t enough?
What if making love with him this one time only fuelled her desire all the more?
What if her hunger for him could not be satiated by a one-off encounter?
But then, he wasn’t a relationships guy any more than she was a relationships woman.
They were practically equal on that score, except she had undoubtably had far fewer lovers than he.
Jack lay over her, resting his weight on his elbows, looking deep into her eyes. ‘Everything still okay?’
She smiled and linked her arms around his trim waist. ‘Of course. Why wouldn’t it be? You just gave me the best orgasm of my life.’
His smile made his eyes light up but this time she didn’t read it as arrogance or pride. ‘I’m glad because one-sided sex is no fun for anyone.’
‘I’ve had more than my fair share of one-sided sex, unfortunately.’ Sylvie wasn’t sure why she had told him such an intimate detail about her life. What would he care?
Jack frowned. ‘Is that why you gave up on dating for six months?’
She lifted her hand to his face and traced the square line of his stubbly jaw. ‘More or less.’
‘So, will you go back to it after this?’
Sylvie gave a loose shrug. ‘I can’t have my mother having more sex than me, now can I?’ Her smile was rueful. ‘I’ll see what time allows. Work is so all-consuming that I don’t have much time for anything other than short-term flings.’
‘You sound like me.’ He said it lightly but there was a frown lurking around his eyes.
‘As the eldest Wilde brother, aren’t you meant to settle down at some point and produce a couple of heirs?’
Jack grimaced. ‘Jago is pretty keen to have a family with Mollie. I’ll hand that responsibility to him.’
Sylvie stroked the curvature of his mouth, delighting in the feel of his stubble as it caught against her skin. He captured her finger and sucked on it, his eyes holding hers in an erotically charged lock.
He released her finger and smiled down at her. ‘I have some unfinished business with you.’
Sylvie gave an involuntary shiver at the intense look in his blue eyes.
‘Since this is going to be the one and only time, you’d better make the most of it.
’ She kept her tone light and playful but deep down she was already regretting putting such a short time frame on their involvement…
and yet, he would have if she hadn’t, so she had thought it best to get in first.