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kissed her deeply, he rolled her over and gently touched her breasts. As she grabbed onto his
arms, her body contracting with pleasure, he impatiently pushed aside the bra and took her into
his mouth, looking at her face as he did. Her eyes were wide with astonishment as she arched up,
spreading her legs. It was as if she had no idea her body could feel the way it did, and Jack
almost lost all control.
With shaking hands, he quickly did away with the bra altogether and settled over her,
feeling her fingers in his hair as she absorbed his weight in the cradle of her hips. The moment he
felt her naked breasts against his chest and her heat through his pants, he had some vague
thought that he might not be the same man afterward.
And that it wasn't a bad thing at all.
Chapter 15
Callie felt Jack come down over her and she ran her hands across the smooth skin of his
back. As he kissed her neck, she knew she was making the right decision. She wanted Jack, he
wanted her. Teenage fantasies of a perfect love had no place in the real world. All anyone ever
had was the here and now.
And what she had was Jack nearly naked and touching her with hands that trembled.
He kissed a path down to her breasts and his hands went to her panties. Impatiently, she
lifted her hips, thinking how good it would feel to have nothing between them. He slid the fabric
down her legs, and as soon as she was free of the wisp of silk, he started to stroke the inside of
her thigh.
"I need you," he said hoarsely. "OhmyGod
She felt his mouth, warm and wet, over her belly button and the shock of his kiss was
covered by a rush of heat as she felt his fingers brushing up against her core. A low sound of
satisfaction came out of him and she reached for his face, needing his kiss.
When he pulled back, she let out a protest but he was only taking off his pants. They hit
the floor, were followed by his boxers, and then his naked body was over her. The hard, blunt
feel of him against her center made her arch beneath him and she was instantly frustrated when
he stopped kissing her and pulled back.
"I can't hold on, I can't... Tell me to go to hell right now or I'm going to ..." The veins in
his neck were straining and his wide shoulders were rigid with tension. He was keeping himself
in check. Barely.
For a split second, Callie felt some fear. This was it.
She looked into his eyes. She could say the word and they would go no further. She could
wake up tomorrow morning without having known a slice of heaven. She could wake up alone.
Still a virgin.
But life was too damn short to live in the shadows. So she reached up and touched his
face, urging him down to her mouth.
"Make love to me," she whispered.
She felt him sag with relief and then he was kissing her again as he positioned himself
over her. With one great surge, he drove into her body.
A sharp pain made her grimace, but the sting was followed by a feeling unlike anything
she'd ever experienced. She let out a murmur of pleasure and then realized Jack had frozen in
place.
She didn't like the look on his face. His eyes were wide with shock as he focused
somewhere on the wall behind her head.
"Jack?" she said softly.
He looked down with a disarming blankness. She almost didn't recognize him and staring
at a stranger was disturbing, considering he was still inside of her.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a hollow voice.
After she nodded, he withdrew from her body slowly and carefully wrapped the duvet
cover around her. Then he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Tell me that you aren't... that you weren't..."
"A virgin?" She focused on the hands that were braced on his knees. "Well, yes."
He shot her a sideways look. "And you didn't think to mention it?"
"I wasn't thinking much at the time."
His head started moving from side to side. "Jesus..."
"Why is it different because it happens to be the first time? You would have been ... fine
with it if I'd had another man before you, right?"
He laughed harshly. "Christ, I can't believe I'm actually going to say this, but I'm glad
you haven't been with anyone else." He stopped shaking his head. "I just wish I'd known. I would
have done things very differently."
"I, ah, I thought you were doing just fine."
There was a long period of silence. She started to grow cold as she pictured him pulling
on his clothes and bolting from the room like that guy in college had.
But Jack wouldn't do that, she told herself. Surely, he wouldn't.
He looked at her again. "You should have something that's worth remembering."
"I don't know, Jack. You were pretty unforgettable." She deliberately kept her tone light,
not wanting to hint at the desperation she'd feel if he up and left her. Unsatisfied. Alone.
His eyes measured her gravely. She could tell he was wondering if he really had hurt her.
He cleared his throat. "I'd like to try this all over again."
She smiled and reached for him.
Moving cautiously, as if she might be broken, he shifted closer to her. He reached out and
brushed his knuckle down the skin of her cheek and then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
His hand traveled down her jaw to her chin and he brushed the pad of his thumb over her lower
lip while tilting up her face. There was a gentleness about him, a concern, that tempered the need
that had returned to his face.
When he kissed her, his mouth was light on her lips, soft to the point of frustration. He
refused to deepen the contact. Even though she wanted more, and twisted to get closer to him, he
stayed just out of reach. His hands began to stroke her neck and her collarbone and then under
her breasts and a sensual languor came over her as his lips followed.
No matter how hard she tried, he remained elusive, pleasuring her with his hands and his
mouth without letting her return the favor. Even when she let out a ragged complaint, he refused
to bring his body against hers. She kept grabbing at his arms to pull him down, but he hovered
above her skin, kissing her breasts and then her stomach as he stroked her thighs. The torture was
deliriously frustrating and the pressure in her body kept growing and growing until she scored
his skin with her nails as she held on to him.
And then he kissed where she had never been kissed before.
A blast of white heat shot through her and it was only after the waves had stopped
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