Part 8 (1/2)
”Come for me babe. Here. In the darkness. Let me share it...press your b.r.e.a.s.t.s against my hand. Openyour legs wide...don't hide it, don't stop it...don't fight it. Come for me. It's okay...”Well, darn it. How could she refuse a request like that?His arms tightened around her as her breathing faltered and s.h.i.+vers of arousal trailed over her body. She was there. She was ready.
And she let go.
The music from the screen blared and obliterated her squeak of release as Jack held her snug against
him, his mouth plastered to hers, his fingers moving deep inside. She came, rattling herself from her s.h.i.+nbones to her back teeth, and clenching around Jack's touch with a ferocity that amazed her.
She shook and shuddered in his arms, gasping for air and biting back sobs of pleasure. It was a blindingly intense o.r.g.a.s.m, and one like Daphne could never have imagined in her wildest dreams.
Until now. Until Jack.And it went on-and on. Just when she thought it was over, Jack moved a little, stroked another placeand sent her ricocheting off into the ether again-and again.
Holy multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms.
He was making her body do things she'd thought were strictly reserved for the fervid imaginations of s.e.xual counselors, or overheated romance writers. Certainly not relatively down-to-earth librarians.
And he was with her, all the way. She could sense him as she rolled the waves of her climax, breathing
with her, holding her tightly, sharing the intensity with her and knowing-somehow-exactly how to prolong the moment and bring her the maximum pleasure.
And that only added to her ecstasy.Knowing that her every whimper, every little twitch and gasp, was being shared and observed by a mansolely focused on her,Daphne , was the most arousing thing of all.
She had no idea that a man could do such a thing. It was...overwhelming in its implications.
The ability to consider those implications vanished as she subsided into a boneless heap of contentment inJack's arms.”OhG.o.d .””Oh Daph...” He sounded-moved.”Jack...I don't know what to say.”His lips feathered little kisses over her jawline and up to her ear, making her s.h.i.+ver with delight. ”Don't say anything. That was amazing, Daph.”She managed a tired giggle. ”Easy for you to say. I'd prefer the word 'earth-shattering' myself.”She felt his mouth curve into that grin she loved. ”See? I told you date night at the movies could be fun.”He slid his fingers from her body and she sighed at the loss. He'd felt so...so...rightwith his hand between her legs. Dear G.o.d, she'd become a wanton s.l.u.t. And she loved every minute of it.”Fun? Jack...this isn'tfun . This is...” She sought for words.None came to mind. She simply reached for his cheek and ran her hand softly over its smooth surface, letting her fingers brush his mouth. ”Thank you.”
She leaned forward and kissed him gently, letting her lips say all the things that her heart felt and her mind couldn't find the words to express.
His own kiss told her he understood. Little brushes of his skin against hers, light licks of his tongue
around her mouth...he petted her with his touch, calmed and soothed her, and sent her into a warm place she never wanted to leave.
It was heaven. Sheer, unadulterated, post-o.r.g.a.s.mic bliss.And Daphne's heart nearly thudded to a halt at the implications.Oh...c.r.a.p.She was falling in love with Jack Foster.No. Check that statement. She'd gone and done it. She wasalready in love with Jack Foster.He confirmed it when the light from the movie screen touched his face and she saw the grin she adored curve his lips. ”You know something, Daph?”She shook her head, happy just to look at him.”I think this is the start of a beautiful friends.h.i.+p.”His timing was perfect. The final words of ”Casablanca” echoed through the theater and into her heart.Oh h.e.l.l. She was lost, for sure.Chapter Ten ”Please?”Daphne looked shocked. ”But Jack, for goodness sake...”Jack grinned. ”I swear by...by Humphrey Bogart...I've never asked a woman this before. Honest, Daph. Please? Be my first?”
She blushed. f.u.c.k, she blushed like a schoolgirl and Jack loved making those pinks and reds flood hercheeks. ”I don't know...””Aw, c'mon babe. Is it so much to ask?””But Jack. Mythong ?””Yeah. Yourthong . I want it.””But...butwhy ?”They were gathering their possessions together in the now fully lit theater, and Daphne's blushes were clearly illuminated by the old-fas.h.i.+oned sconces on the walls.
Jack held up the teeny white sc.r.a.p of lace, and rubbed his cheek against it, letting the scent of her bodyfill up his nose all over again.”Jaaaaack...””I love the way you say that.” He grinned.She snorted. ”Well you keep doing things that...that shock me silly.” She flashed him an embarra.s.sed smile. ”I'm not complaining, mind you, but honestly Jack...what else do you expect me to say? I'm so out of my depth with you.”
”And I'm out of my depth with you too. Maybe that's why I want this.” He tucked the lace into his pocket. ”It's my anchor. My lifeline. I can look at it, touch it, and think of you. Of where it touched you.” He kissed her ear as he helped her slip her jacket on. ”And how I took itoff you.”
”Ja...” She bit back the word on a choke. ”You're outrageous.””Yeah, ain't I though?””What am I going to do without them? I have to go outside...””Yep.””But...I...””Who's gonna know?”Daphne considered this. ”Well, I...””You're wearing a very lovely skirt, sweetheart. I told you already how nice you looked this evening.
You look even nicer now, with your hair all mussed, your lips kinda soft and kissable, and a certain...something...making your eyes s.h.i.+ne...”
”d.a.m.n it Jack, stop saying things like that.””Why? I mean them. I'd never let you prance through a theater lobby with no underwear if I thoughtthere was even a chance anyone would guess, Daph. No way in h.e.l.l would I let that happen.”
A sudden bolt of emotion rocked Jack at the mere thought of another man looking at Daphne's a.s.s.Uh-uh. No way. It was.h.i.+s . His fingers clenched down onto the lace in his pocket. ”I just want you sittingin my car with your naked skin against my leather seat. Do you have any idea what a turn-on that's gonnabe for me, honey?”
Wide-eyed, Daphne shook her head. ”I have no clue about guys and cars.”He smiled. ”Trust me.”She shrugged. ”I do.”Those two words went into Jack's brain and quietly destroyed it with all the force of a small thermonuclear detonation.
She trusted him.
Him. Jack Foster. The ordinary guy who'd done nothing more fancy than take his girl out to a movie on a
Friday night and engaged in some heavy petting in the darkness. His heart twisted, turned, and shattered into a million pieces, then rea.s.sembled itself into something new.
Something Jack wasn't quite sure he understood.
”You scare me, babe,” he muttered.”I do?” She blinked as they clattered down the old rickety stairwell and back into the foyer of thetheater. ”Why?”
”Dunno.” Jack lifted her hand to his lips and brushed a quick kiss across her knuckles. ”You just do, that
's all.”He led her out to Big Red and shuddered as she slid onto the seat. His thoughts were filled with thenotion of her nakedness warming that leather.Fuuuuck . He wondered if he'd get arrested for driving with a flagpole between his legs. He could probably hit the clutch with his c.o.c.k and s.h.i.+ft into third withouta hitch.He bit back a groan and slipped behind the wheel. ”So. Where to? Ice cream? It's traditional, isn't it?”Daphne laughed. ”Jack, nothing about you is traditional. For heaven's sake, I'm sitting here with my bare behind on this darn seat...which is an odd sensation, I have to tell you...so I'll leave it all in your hands.”
She shot him a wicked grin. ”Your verycapable hands.”This time the groan couldn't be silenced. ”G.o.d, Daph. You have no idea what that thought is doing tome. I suppose we could find ourselves some ice cream, but I'll be honest. The cream I want right now isn't iced.”
”It isn't?”
”Nope. It's hot. And slick. And...and...” He choked back another groan as his c.o.c.k reminded him thateverything had its limits and he was fast approaching his.Daphne, bless her, was blus.h.i.+ng again.”s.h.i.+t. I'm going too fast, aren't I?”She bit her lower lip. ”Weare going fast, here, Jack, but I have to be honest. I'm not quite sure whose foot is on the gas pedal.” She looked at him, warmth in her brown eyes. ”You bring out something in me. A...a...wanton woman, if you'll pardon the phrase. You make me feel...things...wantthings ...I don't know. It's hard to put into words because I've never felt like this before. Ever.”
He stared back at her, struggling with new thoughts, new emotions, ideas he'd never considered before,and a hard-on that threatened to rupture his spleen.”Daphne...I...uh...me too.””You too what?”
Jack sucked in a breath. ”I've never felt like this before either.”She raised her eyebrows. ”Jack. Comeon . I may be naive, but I have a hard time believing that. You'revery obviously...um...experienced. You know your way around women. I would guess that with yourgood looks-a car like this-well, heck. You must have women falling over themselves to be with you.”