The Heart - Kate Stewart Page 0,76

through my chest.

Later that night, I sat on my deck, wrapped in the quilt we’d made love on, replaying my time with Jack. I pulled it firmly around me as I thought of Dean’s words or lack thereof. He was convinced he could never love again the way he did Dallas. And that had been the truth for my parents as well. If this was the case, how in the hell was I expected to do it?

Was I capable? It sure had felt like love on that dance floor and every time I was in his arms. When Jack was near, I had tunnel vision. He was my sole focus and more than enough to keep me sated both in mind and body. But my heart?

My fucking heart?

Minutes later, as I pondered the ability of the muscle in my chest, it leaped as I heard the rumble of Jack’s bike. I looked up to see him flying down the path. I’d been waiting on the two Js to arrive, drunk and jilted, and had a mess of food ready as promised. I just wanted a bit of girl talk but it was getting late.

Jack took off his helmet, unaware I was watching him, and looked up to the house. The inside was lit, and I knew he was looking for movement. And though I felt my chest stretch at the sight of him, I remained quiet as he surveyed my home. He stood for several minutes just watching, the look on his face unmistakable. There was something in there he wanted and that something was me.

There was something so enigmatic about him and yet he’d spoken so freely with me in our time together. Still, I knew there was so much about him to explore. That thought mixed with the sight of him had me ravenous with need for him, for his words, his touch.

“I’m over here,” I said, standing to announce myself in the blue lights next to the waterfall.

“Hiding from me, beb?” he said, taking two steps at a time and crossing the porch with authority until he reached me. Without another word, he gripped my hair and landed a consuming kiss on my mouth. I let the blanket fall off my shoulders and pulled him to me hard. I looked for and found everything in his kiss, my doubts from the day erased with just the feel of him around me. I pressed into him with every ounce of passion I possessed. He tore his lips away and I followed, recapturing my unrelenting want of him. He obliged with a growl as he took and savored me until we were both panting.

“Not hiding,” I said as he looked down at me with a mix of surprise and hunger.

The slow sexy smile I loved so much made its presence known as he cradled me in his warmth.

“I drove almost four hundred miles to kiss you goodnight and fuck if it wasn’t worth it.”

My heart began to pound in Jack’s rhythm as I looked into the gray-blue depths of his eyes.

“You’re so good to me,” I said as I pushed up on my toes and began to kiss his neck. “So damned good,” I whispered as I let my hands wander from his shoulders down to his arms, licking as much of his salty skin that I had access to. “I want to be good to you, too.” My voice was hoarse and I made my intention clear as I started working the belt on his jeans.

Jack looked down at me as I kneeled on one of the cushioned patio chairs just as I freed his hardness from his pants. I felt his hesitation and stifled it with the flick of my tongue across the tip of him. “I want this.”

“Good God,” he gritted out through his teeth as I looked up at him with earnest eyes. I grabbed his hand and pushed it through my hair. He took his cue and wrapped it in his fist. I wasted no time and gripped him eagerly as I licked the underside of his impossibly hard length. I was rewarded by the hiss through his teeth as his grip on my hair tightened.

“I want you in control,” I rasped out between leisurely licks. “Take my mouth, Jack.” He peered down at me, not an ounce of hesitancy left as I took the tip of him inside and molded my lips firmly around him.

“So fucking beautiful,” he grunted as he thrust inside