Part 15 (2/2)

He gulped again.

Her heartbeat skittered, knowing that she had the power to make him speechless. ”I know I promised not to give you pointers, but now would be a good time to suck on my t.i.tties.” She cradled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and lifted them toward him. She wanted to feel the sc.r.a.pe of his teeth and the p.r.i.c.kle of his beard. ”Have a taste.”

Making a sound low in his throat that was half animal, half human, he leaned forward and ran his tongue around her nipple. Then he did it again, his tongue warm and wet as a puppy's. He began lapping eagerly, making her nipple go from soft and full to hard and tight.

She closed her eyes. This was more like it. Jack might think he had to plan everything in advance, but some things worked out better by letting nature take its course.

When he sucked her nipple into his mouth, he made an mmmm sort of noise, as if he'd just taken a mouthful of pecan pie with whipped cream. He certainly knew how to do this part right-exactly enough pressure to send a signal down below, where the welcome party was being set up. Soon that welcome party would be in full swing, ready to greet the honored guest. Then she'd find out if a man's thumb had anything to do with how he was hung.

But they could have a lot of fun before that moment came. Opening her eyes, she watched him enjoying himself, and that made the sensation even better. His breath fanned her breast as his cheeks hollowed and his eyelashes fluttered closed.

Then he pulled away and rubbed his mouth back and forth across her nipple, wiggling it around with his teeth and tongue until she was almost ready to come, just from that. Maybe it was the cras.h.i.+ng surf outside, or the rain, or the cozy hideaway on a deserted island, but she'd never felt this loose with a man.

Before the ultimate could happen, he paused, like a surfer on the crest of a wave. Heart racing, she balanced with him, breathlessly waiting for what he'd do next. It was better than the Tilt-a-Wheel at the carnival.

With his lips parted, he slid his mouth slowly down one slope and up the other. The soft bristles of his beard tickled her skin, and when he closed his white teeth gently over her other nipple, she once again felt like a captured maiden being fondled by a bold pirate. She moaned happily.

Immediately he became motionless. Then he pulled back and looked up at her. ”Did I... hurt you?” he asked in a hoa.r.s.e voice.

”Oh, no, Jack. I'll moan if it's good. I'll yell if it's bad.”

”You're sure my beard isn't-”

”Jack!” She was losing the pirate image, so she grabbed his head and thrust her nipple into his mouth. ”Moans are good, yelling's bad. Now back to business!”

Fortunately Jack wasn't the kind to talk with his mouth full, so that ended the conversation. Now that they understood each other, she was free to moan some more, which she did, because he'd started that nipple-wiggling trick again.

He'd stopped before, but she didn't want him to stop this time. She was wound up and set to chime. Maybe he needed some encouragement. ”That's . . . good,” she murmured.

He stopped. ”What?”

She groaned in frustration. ”What you were doing. The . . . the nipple-wiggling thing. I don't know where you learned it, but-”

”I made it up.”

”Do it some more.”

He settled in again, and before long she was panting. She'd had no idea that she could come this way. Jack was a genius, all right. Only a genius would know how to use his mouth on her until she . . . oh, goodness . . . oh, goodness gracious . . . oh, for the love of all creation! She climaxed, letting out a loud moan and rocking back on her heels. She nearly toppled over.

”Gen?” He sounded worried as he grabbed her by the shoulders, his hands gritty from the sand. ”Gen, are you okay?”

”I'm ... in ... high cotton,” she said, gasping.

”Is that good?”

Still trying to breathe like a normal person, she opened her eyes and looked at him. ”That's great! Jack, you made me come just then.”

”I did? But I didn't even-”

”I know. Isn't it amazing?” She gulped for air. ”Whatever that thing is that you do with your mouth, you should get a patent on it.”

A slow smile tugged at his mouth. ”It was good, huh?”

”Inspirational.”

”Wow. I've never made anyone come by just-”

”But you need some follow-up.” She'd promised herself not to give him tips, but he needed a teensy bit of help. He had the potential to become really outstanding at this.

”Follow-up?”

”So you move smoothly into the next stage.” She took a deep breath. She could hardly wait for the next stage. ”You don't want to be gloating about the first o.r.g.a.s.m when you could be leading up to the next one.” Hint, hint.

”Oh.” That l.u.s.tful expression returned. ”CM.”

”Wipe the sand off your hands. You'll be needing them.”

While he wiped his hands on his slacks, she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. Then she pulled it over her head, rolled it up, and positioned it at the end of the towel like a pillow.

”Oh, Gen.”

”What?” She turned back to him and discovered he was all eyes.

”You're . . . incredible.”

”Well, thank you, but I'm really nothing special.” She liked hearing him say that, anyway, and she was glad she'd worn her white lace bikini panties today. ”You just don't get out much.”

He shook his head. ”Show me a million almost-naked women and I'd still pick you.”

She felt warm all over. No one had ever said something like that to her. ”I... I'm glad you think so.” The way he was looking at her made her feel prettier, like a movie star.

”I know you said I needed to follow-up, but can I... just look at you for a minute? The light's starting to fade, and I don't want to miss-”

”You can look, Jack,” she said softly. She rose to her knees and slid her thumbs into the elastic of her panties. ”In fact, you can have the whole show.”

His breath caught as she slid the panties down to her knees. He seemed completely awestruck. ”I never thought I'd see you like this,” he murmured. ”I never thought you'd want me.”

Her heart felt as if someone had put it through the wringer on her mama's old was.h.i.+ng machine. He was treating her as if she were some sort of precious gift. No man had ever done that before. Because she had no idea what to say, she cradled his face in both hands and kissed him gently on the mouth.

He kissed her back the same way, and when his fingers slid along her jaw, they were trembling. From the way he slowly explored her mouth, from the tenderness when he combed his fingers through her hair, she would never know that he was going crazy with wanting her. But she thought he probably was, because he'd just told her she was the best-looking naked woman he'd ever seen. Besides, she was going crazy wanting him, so vice versa made perfect sense.

Yet the way they were kissing now was perfect. Perfect. How unbelievable that the sweetest kiss she'd ever had would be from Jackson Farley.

Chapter 12.

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