Worth the Risk_ A Contemporary - Megan Hart Page 0,187

pressed her clit against him. With a move she wouldn’t have believed if she hadn’t felt it, he lifted his hips just enough to bring his returning erection against her center. Jack met her languid thrusts and rubbed his cock along her folds. Not in her, just on her, coating his shaft with her wetness until he slid along her without friction. His balls pressed lightly against her with every thrust.

She wanted him inside her. She didn’t think she could stand it if he didn’t slide into her, now, hard. Jack wasn’t done teasing her though. Still capturing her mouth with his, he stroked against her until she shuddered on the edge of orgasm.

Jack lifted her chin with his finger so she had to meet his eyes. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Yes. I’m more sure about this than I’ve been about anything.”

Jack pulled her to him for another kiss. His arm went around her back, his hand cupped her head, and he lowered her gently to the pillow. He covered her body with his. The heat of his erection pushed at her opening, and Josie lifted her hips to help him in.

He pushed himself into her all the way. He stretched her, filled her. Completed her. Jack kissed her as he moved, slowly at first, then into a steady rhythm that had her lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. Everything about being with Jack just felt right.

He rolled slowly to one side, pulling her with him until she was on top. She rocked against him, loving the way her clit rubbed his hard stomach as he thrust inside her. The position gave her the freedom to control the movements. She rose on her knees and put one hand on each side of his head. Now she could bend to kiss him, while moving herself along his entire length.

Jack ran his hands down her back and cupped her ass. He didn’t force the pace, but let her go as fast or slow as she wanted. He arched upward, into her, as she slid down then let hips roll back when she lifted up. They moved in perfect tandem, just like when they danced.

“It might take me a while,” he confided, as she moved her hips in a circular motion.

Josie grinned and sank down on him completely, holding him inside her warmth. “You have someplace you have to be?”

Jack shook his head. “Hell, no.”

“Me neither. We have all night.” Josie sat up straight and braced herself on her heels next to Jack’s thighs.

“Josie, you can’t last all night,” Jack teased. He slipped one hand from her ass to press his thumb against her clitoris. “I’m going to get you off in about another minute.”

Josie’s only reply was a soft sigh. She let her head fall back, reeling with the sensation of his thumb pressing in counterpoint to her long, slow strokes. He was probably right, but did she care? She felt like she could come a hundred times tonight. Set some sort of world record.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, bringing her back to reality.

“About you,” Josie said, and leaned to kiss him fully. “About how glad I am I have you.”

Jack put his hands to her waist and stopped her from moving. She looked at him curiously as he pulled her off his cock and pushed her gently to the bed.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he told her.

The words sent a bolt of fire shooting through her. She did as he told her. The pillow was soft beneath her cheek, and she clutched it.

Behind her, Jack put one hand to his cock and guided himself into the entrance she offered. At this angle, he filled her so deeply she didn’t think she’d be able to stand it. He waited for her to move against him, and when she did, he set up a steady pace that had her gasping in minutes.

She was so close to the edge, but still not quite there. She needed some more direct stimulation on her clit, but Jack seemed determined to tease her. Josie pushed back against him, letting him fill her. She’d never come in this position before, usually because it didn’t provide the kind of pressure she needed on her clit.

Now she concentrated on the feeling of him sliding into her. The way he gave his cock a little twist with each thrust. The way he gave a series of short, swift strokes followed by a pattern of deep, slow thrusts. His