her, wide, rippling waves of it. Her cunt clenched on his cock. Everything became Jack, the sound of him, the smell, the feeling of him.
“Jack,” she whispered.
“I can feel how close you are,” he replied, his already deep voice gone subsonic in his arousal. “Go over the edge for me, Josie.”
And she did, sliding into climax with an easiness she’d never had with any other lover. She clutched a handful of the bedclothes and bit the pillow while she cried out from the force of her orgasm. One heartbeat, then two, and a third passed while her clit pounded.
Jack eased off, cupping his palm against her instead of using the direct stimulation of his fingers. He pumped into her harder, moving her body with the force of his thrusts.
“One…more…time,” he said, each word separated by a breath as his voice shook from desire.
The sound of him feeling as good as she was sent another flare of desire coursing through her, and she was already halfway up the hill when he began to rock his palm against her. He knew just how to work her, how to time his thrusts with the pressure of his hand, how to coax another orgasm out of her.
The second one always took less time, like a stove that had been pre-heated, or an engine already idling. She went from post-orgasmic spasms to a new rush of heat between her legs in seconds. Then she was coming again, more briefly but no less intensely than the first time.
They made it together this time, his final thrust coinciding perfectly with her last fluttering spasms. His hand stilled and he held her close, his teeth on her shoulder.
It took her a few minutes to get her breath back, and he slipped out of her while she nestled back against him. His arm went around her. She waited for the tell-tale sound of his breath changing, waited for him to start sliding off into sleep, but he nuzzled her neck again and held her even closer.
“Love you,” he murmured into her hair. “You know that, right?”
“Yes.” She turned in his arms to face him, nose to nose and lips to lips. She put her hand up to run over the dark stubble of his hair, down over his cheek to run a finger along his full lips. “Love you, too.”
A shadow flickered in his chocolate-brown eyes. He crushed her to him, holding her so tight she momentarily couldn’t breathe. She usually loved it when he enfolded her that way. No matter what she might worry about the size of her jeans or the width of her hips, in Jack’s arms, Josie always felt petite. Now, though, his hug had a hint of desperation to it, and she couldn’t understand why.
She put her arms around him, inhaled his scent, and kissed his chest before pushing away gently so she could get some air. He’d closed his eyes, but his brow still had a furrow in it, his lush mouth touched by the hint of a frown.
“Something wrong?”
He shook his head and kissed her forehead without opening his eyes. “No.”
The shadow in his look and the fierce hug had made her ask the question, but his answer set mental alarms blaring. Jack wasn’t a good liar, at least not to her. They’d known each other too long for that.
Yet, when any other time she’d have pressed the issue, something about the way he was acting stilled her tongue. Instead, she curled into his arms, her own brow furrowed and her own lips curving down. It wasn’t until she felt his heartbeat slow under her palm that Josie could finally relax and slip into sleep herself.
Chapter 3
It wasn’t all right in the morning. Jack woke earlier than she did, which on most days was fine, as he had to get into the shower earlier to get ready for work. But not on Sundays, the one day they were pretty much guaranteed they could sleep in. On Sundays, it had always been clearly understood that, even if he woke up earlier, he was not…absolutely, positively not, supposed to wake her up unless the house had caught on fire.
Something was burning, all right, but it wasn’t the house. Josie woke to find his mouth on her breast, tongue busy suckling at the nipple. She swam up from unconsciousness, but just barely.
“Gobacktosleep,” she tried to mutter, but the words came out garbled and slurred. Her hand found the top of his head, and he seemed