Love Like You've Never Been Hurt (23 page)

“Jack,” she breathed, “please?”

“I’m hungry,” he murmured, his eyes leaving no
doubt what he wanted.

A tremor ran through her whole body as she remembered the feel of
his mouth on her.


Jack, please. Take me
now, I want to feel you inside me.” The look of pure lust told
her all she wanted to know. “You make this all about my
pleasure. What would please me most is to satisfy you.” He
hesitated. She knew what he wanted to do for her, but she wanted him
to indulge himself, take her without restraint. Keeping her arms
above her head, she held on to his hands and began to move beneath
him, spreading her legs wide so the part of him that wouldn’t
argue with her was nudging at her wetness. She moaned; he felt so
good. She felt his whole body tense as she let go of his hands and
ran her hands down his back. Knowing how hard he was struggling to
resist, she looked him in the eye. “Do I need to say those two
words out loud again?”

He shook his head and she could see the pulse in his jaw. She
loved his gentleness, his restraint, but she knew what he really
wanted. She wanted it too and was turned on by the fact that she
could give it to him.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be selfish.”

“I’m sure.” She lifted her hips to him and then
tensed as he slid inside her. She breathed hard, feeling the size of
him throbbing inside her, the raw sensations radiating out from their
connection. Her eyes flew open and she moaned as he pushed deeper
still, he was so big. As he touched a place deep inside she felt
herself tighten around him as an orgasm took her fast and hard,
leaving her panting. Oh my goodness! He’d hardly even moved.
She looked up to find amusement mixed with hard lust in his eyes.

“You like?’

“Oh, I like. Now where were we?”

“I believe you were insisting that I take my pleasure.”
With a smile he thrust his hips again. She cupped his ass and urged
him on. At that he plunged deep and she arched up underneath him,
stretching around his throbbing movements. Carried along with his
desire she brought her legs up around his back and that seemed to
send him over the edge. He nibbled the sensitive skin of her neck,
sending currents of electricity zinging through her. He kept up an
insistent rhythm and reached underneath her to hold her cheeks in
both hands, steadying her as he rode deep and hard. She felt the heat
mounting with each determined thrust, amazed as he grew even bigger
and harder as he got closer. She moaned as the heat ignited and at
the first wave of her orgasm she felt him explode inside her, wave
after wave of pleasure carrying them both along as one. She was lost,
riding the crest of his orgasm, flying high on sensations she’d
never known. Eventually she came back to earth. His head was on her
shoulder, breathing hard. She shivered with an aftershock as he still
throbbed inside her. They lay joined that way for a long time.

“My Emma,” he whispered.

Her arms came up around him at that. How she would love to be
‘his’ Emma! She certainly felt like it after what they
had just shared.

“That was amazing, YOU were amazing, Baby.”

“If you still think that was you being selfish, then I hope
that you will be very selfish, very often in the future.”

He chuckled, “I don’t know about being selfish, but
more of this can definitely be arranged.”

She snuggled close to him, liking the idea of more of this. Lots
more of this.

“You’ve worn me out.” She felt his chest rumble
under her hand as he chuckled again.


I’ve worn
you
out? I thought it was the other way around, my little minx.”

“Either way, I’m exhausted.” she yawned.

“Well, get some sleep, Baby.”

She tensed as she remembered the night before.

“It’s OK, I’m not going anywhere. I’m
going to hold you all night long and when you open your eyes I’ll
be the first thing you see.”

She relaxed a little, hoping it was true. “Goodnight, Jack.”

“Goodnight, Em.”

Chapter Eighteen

Jack awoke as the dawn was breaking. Emma slept with her back
pressed against him. His arm was still slung protectively over her.
He smiled; even in his sleep he’d kept his word and held her
all night. She stirred and he grew hard, his cock nestled against her
backside. Since trying not to wake her had gone so horribly wrong
yesterday, he decided he wouldn’t worry about that. He stroked
her hair away and kissed the back of her neck, pulling her closer to
him. She quivered as he trailed his fingers down her arm.

“Mm, that feels good,” she mumbled.

He turned her to face him, loving the feel of her, soft and warm,
in his arms, her full breasts pressing against his bare chest. Slowly
she opened her eyes and he smiled.

“Good morning, Beautiful. Told you this ugly mug would be
the first thing you’d see today.”

“That’s no ugly mug.” She returned the smile. “I
think I must still be asleep and dreaming I’ve got a fantasy
man in my bed.”

He chuckled, “Well then you lay back and enjoy the fantasy.”
To his surprise she turned over and presented her back to him. Did
she really want more sleep? She answered that by wiggling her ass
against him making his cock stand to attention, wide awake and ready
for action. He drew her close and pushed against her as he kissed her
neck again. She turned her head to kiss him as his hand worked its
way down, circling ever lower until his fingers found her opening.
She was awake all right, hot and wet and ready for him. She may be
running scared from emotional connection, but he loved the way her
body responded to him, so willing for the physical connection. He
drew her leg back over his hip, opening her up as he continued to
stroke, teasing her with his fingers until she gasped with pleasure.
Knowing she was close, he slid two fingers inside and felt her surge
in response, her body pressed back against him as she came. Seeing
the way her hand grasped the pillow in front of her turned him on so
much. The moment she lay still, he turned her face down and knelt
between her legs. Lifting her hips so that she was kneeling before
him, he placed her hands on the top of the headboard.

“Trust me, Baby?”

She nodded, still breathing hard. Positioning himself behind her,
he held her hips and slowly, gently penetrated her wetness. She
moaned and he saw her grip on the headboard tighten.

“You OK?”

She responded by moaning again, pushing herself back against him,
taking him deeper. He couldn’t help but plunge into the velvety
wetness he craved. He filled his hands with her plump breasts as he
thrust over and over into her heat. Knowing that he wouldn’t
last long he reached down and stroked her where they joined, coaxing
the bundle of nerves between her legs. He saw stars as he found his
release. She cried his name as he took her with him, trembling
beneath him as every nerve in his body soared. Finally she let get of
the headboard and slumped down on the bed, smiling up at him.

“That was the best morning fantasy I’ve ever had!”

He grinned, “You can have it every morning if you’d
like.”

“Well,” she pretended to think about it, then gave him
a mischievous little smile, “it certainly beats doughnuts!”

He laughed, pleased she was able to joke about that already. “I’ll
make you a solemn vow right now, shall I?”

“What’s that?”

“I shall never again go buy you doughnuts for breakfast –
unless you come with me.”

She smiled, “That sounds good to me.”

At nine o’clock, Emma settled out on the front deck, ready
to put in a morning’s writing. She felt relaxed, relieved to be
past yesterday’s stress. She’d enjoyed every moment of
last night, and this morning. She flushed now, remembering how he’d
felt, taking her from behind as she’d clung to the headboard;
she’d never known anything like that. Then he’d joined
her in the shower, soaping every inch of her body before he took her
again, hard and fast against the wall, hot water running over them as
they’d both cried out at the moment of climax. He made her feel
so sexy and somehow powerful, while at the same time cherished and
protected. After their passion he’d held her and kissed her so
tenderly, then washed her hair. He was so big and powerfully built,
she shivered at the memory of his big body glistening in the shower.
Yet he was so gentle, he made her feel so safe. Now that was quite a
realization. She’d never truly felt safe in her whole life, not
since her parents had died, leaving her alone and afraid.

Her phone interrupted her reverie. It was Pete, “Hey, Mouse!
How’s it going?”

“I’m good thanks, how about you?”

“You doing better today then?”

She smiled, he was still concerned about yesterday. “Much
better thanks. When are you coming back up here?”

“That’s good to hear,” he sounded relieved.
“That’s what I was calling you about. Jack and I have
that meeting at two thirty tomorrow to start working out the Four
Mile Creek Deal, but I’m thinking I can be up there by noon. I
was wondering if you had time for lunch with an old friend?”

“I’ve always got time for lunch with you, Pete. You
know that. Want to meet at the resort, or come out here?”

“How about I come to you?”

She laughed at that. “What do you want me to make you?”

“Well... I haven’t had a Philly cheese steak in
forever, and yours are the best.”

“No need for flattery, you know I’m happy to cook for
you.”

“Hey, it’s honesty, not flattery.”

“Sure, want me to make you a key-lime too?”

“You know the answer to that, Em, but only if it’s no
trouble.”

“It’s no trouble at all, Pete.”

“In that case, yes please. I’ll see you then, then.”

“See you.”

Emma hung up, smiling. If she could relax and enjoy it, this could
be the best summer she’d ever had. She was up here with Gramps.
She had Missy and Ben on her doorstep, Pete coming up every weekend –
and Holly next weekend, she remembered. She had her very own house,
right on the beautiful lake, and to top it all off she had a
wonderful, gentle, funny man around – who also happened to be
the sexiest man she’d ever seen and with whom she was having
lots of hot sex. If she dared to think about it, he was a man who was
starting to make her feel things she’d told herself she would
never feel again, making her want things that she’d taught
herself didn’t exist. But, no, she didn’t dare to think
about all of that. Stick with the hot sex. And don’t mess it
up, Em. Remember, live the moments, enjoy it for what it is.

Jack had the windows rolled down on the old truck, and the warm
breeze felt wonderful. He’d made some good progress today.
Hopefully they’d be able to break ground on Pete’s place
next week. It might take a while for all the paperwork to filter
through, but he could get much of the ground work done while he
waited. For now he was headed back to Emma’s, or at least to
the RV to shower and change and then to Emma’s. He could get
used to this. It would be real easy to trade the LA skyline for the
mountains, the ocean for the lake, that godawful traffic on the
freeway for these quiet roads and this old truck. That whole empty
social life with its artificial women and fancy restaurants for
dinners with beautiful Emma on her front deck. He shook his head,
smiling ruefully. Was this what Pete had meant, about achieving so
much success but nothing that really mattered? He figured he’d
probably feel more successful day-laboring here, if he could come
home to Emma every night, than he had ever felt while building a
multi-million dollar business. Wow! He really did have it bad. At
least between building Pete’s house and then hopefully working
out a development on Joe’s land, he would be able to stay here
a good long time. Enjoy this life that was suiting him so much better
than the city ever had and work on persuading Emma to trust him with
her heart.

As he arrived back at the North Shore he couldn’t resist
stopping by to see her before going over to the RV to change. She
came down the steps to greet him with a smile and a kiss.

“Hey Handsome.”

What he wouldn’t give to spend the rest of his life coming
home to this. “Hey, Beautiful. Good day?”

“Very good. You?”

“About the same.”

“Would you like a beer? I’m ready for one.”

“I need to go shower and change first. I just couldn’t
bring myself to drive by without stopping to say hi.”

She smiled, looking pleased. “Well, now you’re here,
at least have a cold one. I don’t think we need to stand on
ceremony, do you?”

He drew her towards him and kissed her. “No, Baby, I don’t.”
Once he released her she brought two beers out. He took them and
popped the tops. “A man could get used to this, you know.
Coming home to a pretty lady and an ice cold beer.”

She lowered her eyes then met his, smiling. “It is kind of
nice, isn’t it?”

“Well, let’s see what we can do to make it last, shall
we?”

This time she didn’t meet his gaze and he knew better than
to push it.

“Have you spoken to Pete today?”

“No, I need to call him later. A few things we need to run
through before tomorrow. You talked to him?”

“Yes, he’s coming for lunch before your meeting. He’s
glad to be up here for the weekend again.”

Jack’s face fell.

“Something wrong?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Perfect honesty?”

“Yes please.”

“It’s just that I don’t want to be banished back
to the RV for the weekend!”

She smiled, “And why is that?”

“I think you know why.”

“Perhaps you’d like to tell me why, so I’m
sure.”

He loved it when she teased him. It was good to know she had the
confidence, and a turn on too. “Well,” he began, “I’m
thinking Dan and Scott will be in the RV...”

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