door and settled her in the front seat. She gave him one last kiss before he went around to his side and slid in beside her. Thanks to the Camaro’s speed, he drove them home fast as lightning.
Chapter Thirty
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JACK MANAGED TO hold out until he got her out of the car, up the steps, and through the front door. Then he scooped her into his arms, locked his lips over hers, and headed upstairs and into his bedroom. He set her down, their lips still locked and their hands moving over each other in a frantic need to touch and discover. She kissed his neck, her hands buried in his hair, and her body pressed to him.
“Will I find Victoria’s Secret under here?” He worked the zipper all the way down her back. His fingertips followed its progress over her heated skin.
“You’ll find me under there, and that’s all.”
He groaned. “God, you’re killing me.”
He slipped the dress down the front of her, let it pool on the floor at her feet. She wasn’t wearing anything now, except her heels. The bandage wrapped around her thigh didn’t distract from her gorgeous body. Neither did the black and blue bruises blooming across her ribs. Generous breasts tipped with rosy pink nipples, puckered and begged for his mouth. Her eyes were so green, he thought of grass in spring. Lit up by the moonlight coming from the window, he’d never seen a more beautiful woman.
Jenna stepped out of the dress. Impatient, Jack sat on the bed and pried off his boots and socks. He rose and stood before her again. Hesitant but brave, she pulled his shirt from his jeans. Her hands shook. Nervous, she overcame it and pressed on, sliding her palms under Jack’s shirt. His warm skin against her palms ignited a fresh wave of need. She pulled the barrier off over his head. She wanted to touch him and feel the play of muscles in his chest against her hands. She undid his pants and pushed them to the floor along with his boxers. He stepped out and turned her back toward the bed and stood before her, all confidence.
She couldn’t get over his size. At least six inches taller than her, his chest was broad and smooth, and his arms were so strong. His stomach was flat and his waist narrowed down to his powerful thighs. His cock stood proud, throbbing for her. She looked up at him, a bundle of apprehension and nerves. It had been a long time since she was naked with a man.
Unable to hide her nervousness, Jack tried to soothe her by tracing her jaw with the pads of his thumbs. “Don’t worry, little one. I promise I’ll never hurt you. When we’re together like this, you’ll only ever feel pleasure. Let me show you.”
He lowered her back onto the bed. She scooted up, and he followed, taking in every plane and curve of her body. He lay on his side next to her, stroking his hand up her leg and over her belly where he found and cupped her round breast. She gasped at the intimate touches. He closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked, bringing it to a hard peak. She arched to him and moaned with pleasure as her eyes closed and a ragged sigh escaped her parted kiss swollen lips. He took the other nipple into his mouth and used his hand to stroke the tight bud he’d just left. His hands remained gentle, while his mouth demanded and coaxed everything from her.
Responsive to his every touch, she arched and buried her hands in his hair, holding him to her. He skimmed his hand down her belly, caressing as he went, his warm fingers tracing small circles on her skin. He slid his palm over her mound and cupped her in his hand. She gasped at his intimate touch. He continued to lick and suck her nipples, moving from one breast to the other as he gently used his fingers to explore her soft, wet core. He stroked the soft petals and entered her, one finger, then two. She rocked her hips against his hand, making those little love noises he coaxed from her with pleasure.
Her hands moved over his shoulders and back, fingers digging into his muscles and pulling him closer. He kissed his way up her neck until he finally found her lips, and using his tongue he explored her sweet mouth with the rhythm