This time when the tremors subsided, he kissed his way up her body, then shifted her higher on the mattress. When he rose to his knees, intending to strip off his shirt, she leaned up on her elbows and shook her head.
“Oh, no,” she whispered, her eyes glittering. “Now it’s my turn. Stand up.”
He shot a glance down at the bulge in his jeans. “Already done.”
Her gaze followed his and she licked her lips, a gesture that did nothing whatsoever to calm him. “I meant on your feet.”
After he obeyed, she rose from the bed to stand in front of him then grabbed the ends of his sweater and drew it upward. He raised his arms to help and by the time he’d dropped the garment to the floor, she’d unfastened his jeans. Dark need slithered through him at the knowledge that she clearly felt the same stabbing need as he.
Easing her fingers beneath his waistband, she pushed the denim and his boxer briefs down his hips, freeing his straining erection. His sigh of relief turned into a long groan when she instantly dropped to her knees and drew him fully into her mouth. No preliminaries, no teasing caresses, just a sudden, unexpected, deep wet engulfment.
A jolt of hot pleasure sizzled through him, and with a groan, he looked down and feasted his eyes on the erotic sight of Jess’s plump lips gliding over him. Her tongue swirled, dragging a deep growl from his throat, while her hands, damn, her hands were everywhere. Dipping into the crease between his thighs. Cupping him. Teasing him. Trailing up and down the backs of his legs, over and around his hips. He sifted his fingers through her mass of shiny disarrayed curls and watched her lean back, until her lips only surrounded the head of his penis. The silky stimulation of her circling tongue and clever, magic hands drove him quickly to the brink of detonation.
“I won’t last much longer if you keep that up,” he managed to say between ragged breaths.
Instead of stopping, she made a low, rumbling sound of approval and once again drew him in deep. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, shuddering as she repeated that long, slow, slick glide, again and again, until he was mindless. He held off coming by sheer will, but each erotic draw of her mouth, each long lick, each flick of her tongue pushed him closer to the edge. And when he went over, he wanted her with him. Wanted to feel all of her wrapped around him. Wanted to watch her come.
He gently urged her up then lifted her into his arms. With his gaze locked on hers, he lowered her to the bed and followed her down, settling himself between her splayed thighs. He brushed his erection along her silky, wet folds, then entered her in one long, deep stroke. The heat of her body clamped around him, dragging a groan from his chest.
Gritting his teeth against the intense pleasure, he withdrew nearly all the way from her body, then again sank deep, grinding his hips slowly against hers. He shuddered at the sensation of sinking into her tight, wet sheath, then withdrawing, again, again, the erotically slick friction jolting pleasure to his every nerve ending. His thrusts quickened, deepened, each one propelling him closer to the edge. Jess wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, countering each thrust, her fingers digging into his tense shoulders. The instant she arched beneath him, he let himself go, burying his face in the soft curve of her neck and pouring himself into her, each hot pulse of pleasure ripping a harsh groan from his throat.
When his heart rate returned to something resembling normal, he kissed the soft skin behind her ear then lifted his head. She slowly blinked and he looked into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. And as happened every time he did, he fell in love all over again. “That’s the way it should be between us. Always.”
“Yes.” Her fingers sifted through the hair at his nape, shooting a tingle down his spine. “I feel soooo much better.”
“Me, too. Your fault.”
One corner of her mouth twitched. “You know, I owed you one-”
“Consider yourself paid in full. I think steam actually pumped from my pores.”
“Good to know. But as far as any weekend getaway score-keeping goes, I’m still ahead three orgasms to one. Which means I now owe you two.”
“Sounds good to me.”
She shot him a mock severe look. “At this rate I’ll never even the score. You need to keep your hands to yourself and allow a girl to pay her debts.”
“No can do,” he said, running one hand up her torso to palm her breast and brush his thumb over the velvety tip. “Those thirty-two days damn near killed me. Never again. Besides, you’re way too touchable. Even if I start out with good intentions, I’ll soon be defeated.”
“Hmmm. We’ll just have to do something about that-and I know just the thing.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“It’s a surprise.” She waggled her brows. “To go along with another surprise I have planned for you.”
“Perfect. Because I have a surprise for you, too. One that involves a bottle of champagne and a picnic in front of the fire.”
She lightly pinched his butt and rolled her eyes. “Way to ruin my surprise.”
He smiled into her shining eyes, and she grinned back, creasing the dimples in her cheeks that he loved. This is the way he loved seeing her. Smiling. Happy. Relaxed. Eyes filled with love and mischief. Not with her face tearstained, eyes bleak, looking sad, weary and defeated as she had when he entered the cabin. Seeing her like that made him feel as if he had a hole in his heart, and it was something he intended to do his damnedest never to see again.
After dropping a quick kiss to each shallow indent, he eased off her and stood. Holding out his hand, he said, “Why don’t you hop in the shower while I get the fire going? I’ll join you in a minute. Help you wash your back.”
“Just my back?”
“For starters.”
“Are you trying to make me say yes?”
“Absolutely. Is it working?”
“Absolutely.”
They exchanged a light kiss, then he watched her head toward the bathroom. Whew. No doubt about it, the woman had the sexiest, most incredible walk he’d ever seen. If there was an Olympic medal for Most Scrumptious Ass, Jess would bring home the gold.
Feeling more relaxed than he had in weeks, he quickly got the fire going, then pulled his picnic supplies from his gym bag-blanket, which he spread before the hearth, bottle of champagne, which he popped into the cabin’s already filled ice bucket, plus the assortment of goodies he’d brought from the restaurant. Satisfied, he headed toward the bathroom where he heard the shower running and Jess singing. A grin tugged his lips. Just another quirky thing to love about her-the woman was completely tone-deaf. I’ll have to sing the lullabies to our kids. He was fond of teasing her. You can sing to them if we’re mad at them.
Kids…just another bright spot shining in his future with Jess, and something he’d never been able to see clearly with any other woman. But looking into Jess’s eyes, he saw it all and a few years down the road, after they’d settled into married life, they planned to start a family. Two, maybe three kids. She was going to be an absolutely fantastic mom.
She hit a particularly bad note and a half groan, half laugh escaped him. Yikes. He needed to get into that shower and give her something else to do besides sing before the people in the other cabins called the main lodge to complain.
Heh, heh, heh. He knew just the thing to keep her occupied.
Smiling, he’d just started toward the bathroom when the phone rang. He shot a frown at the instrument and gave himself a mental slap for not requesting that all calls go straight to voice mail. If this was anyone other than Helen or Roland Krause calling to check on their accommodations, he was going to be seriously pissed off. It sure as hell had better not be one of his sisters or Jess’s family. He reached the phone in three quick strides and snatched up the receiver.