twelve
I crawled down his body like a smitten kitten, intent on where I was headed. He hissed when I let my breasts brush against him, sliding up and back again with purposeful movements designed to make him come unglued. This was not my first time at the rodeo, and I knew I was quite good at this. Though he had started out smirking, his mouth had quickly turned into a perfectly shaped O as his eyes closed and he exhaled slowly.
“Grace,” he whispered, drawing my name out for literally seconds. His hands returned to my hair almost instantly and brushed it back from my face. When his eyes opened again, he saw me positioned with my mouth directly above him, not moving at all.
I let my breath caress him and I watched him twitch beneath me. Then I gently took him into my mouth, just barely, and let my tongue sweep out to touch the tip of him.
He groaned.
The sound of Jack Hamilton groaning was quite possibly the most beautiful sound in the world.
I let my fingertips caress the length of him and then grasped him firmly. His hips bucked off the bed, as my own had done earlier. Turnabout was fair play; I was going to enjoy teasing him.
I took him into my mouth and pushed my hot tongue against him, making him buck again. I stroked him quickly and then slowly, alternating my grip between maddeningly gentle and perfectly tight. He let his hands loose in my hair, gripping me when he needed an anchor.
I wrapped my lips around the base of him and then gently surrounded him with my teeth. I pulled back, letting my teeth graze his skin with gentle pressure, releasing him with relish. I immediately took him in again, burying him in my mouth as I had done earlier, letting him fill me. His breath took on a husky quality, and I knew he was getting close. I couldn’t let that happen.
I stopped and sat back on my heels, and his eyes sprang open. Tilting my head as I looked at him, I grinned.
“Grace, quit fucking with me,” he growled thickly.
“Oh, I have only just begun to fuck with you,” I whispered. Leaning down again, I took his hands and pressed them against the sides of my breasts, pushing them together. Then I took him between them, squeezing him and earning another groan of approval.
“Ah, Grace, your tits are heaven.” He moaned.
“Mmm, does that feel good?”
“You have no idea,” he answered roughly.
I had some idea.
I bent down and took him back into my mouth again. I knew the sight of me with him between my breasts would be more than he could handle, and when my tongue found him again, I knew he was seconds away from his release. My mouth was furious on him, pumping him in and out of me, and his groans grew steadily louder as he tried to pull away from me.
“Grace, oh God, Grace, I’m going to . . . mmmm . . . ,” he stuttered, sitting up, trying to be a gentleman about this.
I paused only to say, “I know,” and with one hand pushed him back onto the bed, lowering myself to him again.
I felt him starting to come before he actually did, and I kept my mouth tightly on him. I knew he wanted me to pull away but I wouldn’t miss this for anything. I felt him explode in my mouth, and I continued to keep pace with him as he shook.
Watching Jack come was like nothing I had ever seen. He said my name repeatedly, loudly at first, and then quietly, almost reverently, as he began to climb back down. I watched as his face, brow furrowed and clenched in passion, began to soften, and my favorite smile crept in.
He was luminous.
He was angelic.
He was mine. Whether he knew it or not, he was mine.
I released him from my mouth, kissing him softly. I planted sweet kisses all along his belly and his chest as I crawled back up and settled into his nook, where he held me close. He continued to say my name, getting quieter with each breath he took. Then he kissed my forehead, pulling me closer to him.
“Jesus, Grace, that was amazing,” he finally said.
“Mmm, I’m glad you thought so,” I answered, snuggling in.
We lay quietly for a few minutes, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Only our breathing and the light humming sound he made every so often punctuated the silence.
Then I heard something else . . . a snicker, and then a thump. Then another snicker.
“Did you hear that?” he whispered.
“Yes, unfortunately I did,” I whispered back, gathering the sheets and pulling them protectively around us. “You might want to prepare yourself,” I said, warning him, knowing we only had seconds.
“What are you talk—”
Then the door burst open.
Holly and Nick danced into the room, laughing madly. Holly looked at the two of us tangled in the sheets and opened her mouth to say something but started giggling again as she tried to get it out.
Jack stared at them and looked at me for help.
“Wait for it,” I said, quietly instructing him.
Holly took a deep breath, and as Nick sank to his knees in hysterics, she finally said, “The British are coming! The British are coming!”
She fell on the bed, laughing like a loon, and Jack looked at me again with raised eyebrows.
“I am so sorry,” I said, pulling myself up into a sitting position, which he mimicked. He graciously pulled the sheets up a little higher to cover me more and, after a second thought, pulled his side higher, as well.
We let the two fools laugh until they calmed down, and then I spoke.
“Are you done now?”
“That depends. Are you done?” she asked, starting to laugh again. Nick was now pulling himself off the floor, and he collapsed on the bed as well.
“Holly, the British already came,” Jack said, shaking his head at the crazy that was currently on display.
The two of them looked at each other and broke into a fresh round of laughter.
“There are too many people on this bed. If you’re wearing pants, you have to leave, now,” I announced, pushing Nick with my covered toe.
Jack’s mouth was turning up at the corners and he looked as though he was suppressing his own laughter.
“Don’t encourage them; they’ll never leave,” I said, scolding him. “And, Holly, Jack and you work together! I’m pretty sure this is crossing some kind of line into a hostile working environment.”
“Do you feel hostile toward me, Jack?” she asked, turning to him.
“No, although if you had come in earlier, I wouldn’t have felt too kindly toward you,” he answered, taking my hand and kissing the back of it.
I smiled at him. This was insane, but we were good.
“Awww,” Nick and Holly said at the same time. They looked as though they were going to start getting comfortable, and I was not having it.
“It smells like sex in here,” Nick whispered loudly to Holly, and I began to blush while Jack began to chortle.
“Okay, that’s it. Out!” I shouted, gathering the covers and starting to get up.
“No, no, we’ll leave. I don’t want to see any more than I need to,” Holly said, finally pushing herself off the bed.
“Speak for yourself, sister. I haven’t seen enough,” Nick said, also dragging himself off the bed.
“Next time, we lock them out,” Jack said, pulling me back to him as they made their way to the door.
“She’s got sex hair,” I heard Nick say as they walked out.
“Well, durr. Didn’t you hear all the screaming?” she giggled back. “Night, kids.” She closed the door behind her.
I jumped out of bed immediately, crossing to the door and quickly locking it.
“What are you doing?” Jack asked as I stood by the door for a few seconds.
I held up my hand, motioning for him to be quiet. Sure enough, not ninety seconds had gone by when I saw the knob begin to turn.
“Damn it, they locked it,” I heard Holly whisper.
“I didn’t think she’d take it so hard,” Nick whispered back.
I looked back at Jack, still in bed.
“That’s what he said!” we both yelled, and we heard them run downstairs, one of them tripping and hitting the floor with a loud smack. We both laughed.
“Sorry about that,” I said, leaning against the door.
“No problem. Now get that sweet ass back into this bed before I come over there and get you,” he answered.
I stared at him, his lean torso visible above the sheet, which had settled low around his hips. He was leaning back against my headboard, and he had never looked sexier.
He gazed at me with a now-familiar gleam in his eye.
“Already? Don’t you need a few minutes?” I asked.
He pulled the sheets a little lower. Nope, I guess not.
“No, ma’am. I am good to go,” he answered, curling his finger in a come-hither gesture.
Suddenly I loved the fact that he was only twenty-four.