Husband Stay (Husband #2) (16 page)

Then his tongue
delved into the crease of my cleavage, flicking around before he reached behind
my neck and, with the slightest of touches, undid the clasp that held my halter-neck
on. In the next second, my dress was sliding down to expose my bra, but before
I could begin to feel embarrassed, he flicked open my bra clasp at the front
and slid the thin fabric away to feast on my breasts.

There was no other
word for it. I felt like a banquet, and I wanted him to gorge on me. My good
hand cupped his head as he licked and sucked and even nibbled on my nipples.
That
drove me wild, and I could hear myself moaning deep in my throat. I adored
what he was doing, but I wanted more. There was a crazy throbbing inside me that
just—

“Jack,” I panted.

He tilted his head
up and those beautiful teak eyes of his were very dark. “Angela.” His voice was
impossibly husky. “Do you want me to stop?”

Immediately I
shook my head, and my hand fell away to hang at my side while I panted. “I want
you…here.”

“Against the
wall?” He’d gone very still again, and I had a moment of thinking I’d shocked
him until he said, “You come first. Every time.”

He unzipped my
dress at the back and slid it down, then he kissed my lips so hard and hot that
I didn’t feel his hand sliding down between our bodies until it slipped into my
panties. After that, the only thing holding me up was his arm around my waist
while he made love to my mouth and his very clever fingers stroked and teased
and slid through the wetness he’d created.

But it wasn’t
enough. It wasn’t his body slamming into mine, which was what I wanted. Still,
it pushed me over the edge so fast that I’d barely realized I was close before
I pulled away from his lips to cry out, shuddering in his grip, my breasts
bouncing around like brown jello. His mouth closed over one nipple again and he
sucked hard, making the orgasm shudder on.

At last I had to
say, “Stop,” and when his fingers slid out of my panties he sighed with what
sounded like disappointment.

“Can I just stay
here with your breasts.” He licked the rock-hard nipple again, tiny flicking
licks that created delicious spasms down low, where I wanted him inside me.
“I’m sure there’s a plane I’m supposed to be on. Or a taxi coming. Or
something. But...”

He pulled me
closer and started licking the other breast. “…when I can smell you and taste
you and feel that incredible body shuddering under my touch…” He glanced up
into my eyes. “I never want to go.”

I nodded. It was
all I was capable of. The future was…out there. Outside the room. Somewhere I
didn’t need to be right now. All I cared about was the way his eyes devoured
me, the rumble of his voice, and the fact that I was about to feel him inside
me.

“Against the
wall,” I breathed. “You promised.”

He hadn’t. But
that didn’t matter. I wanted it.

He let me go, and
somehow I managed to stay upright, propped against the wall.

“Condom.” He
pulled one out of his pocket. “Straight-away this time.”

I saw him frown,
and wasn’t sure what that was about. But then he was unbuckling his belt and
pushing down his pants I licked my lips as I watched him strip, revealing the
acres of toned, tanned flesh I’d been fantasizing about for days.

When he was naked
and his more-than-a-handful erection was sheathed, he grabbed the front of my
panties. “You want to be fucked against the wall?”

I sucked in an
unsteady breath. “Hard,” I clarified, wondering who this sexually liberated
woman was who’d taken over my body. Because it sure as heck wasn’t me—Miss Orgasm
Faker of fifteen years. Somehow that was all in the past. In that moment, I
didn’t care a scrap about Jack’s pleasure. All I cared about was feeling his
hard cock inside me, pounding me into the wall, making me howl.

“Then let’s do
it.”

My lower body jerked
forward as he ripped off my panties, then my backside bounced back against the
wall.

He smiled down at
my body, slow and wicked. “I do love watching those curves jiggle.” When he met
my gaze again, his eyes were narrowed, his expression almost challenging.

I swallowed hard and
stared back at him, unable to think past my body’s throbbing to anything except
satisfaction.

“Last chance to
stop me,” he said.

His cheeks were
slashes of red, his jaw tight, almost as if he was gritting his teeth. It was a
world away from my wobbly limbs and post-orgasm trembling. Thankfully the wall was
behind me, holding me up.

“Don’t stop,” I
commanded, and probably for the first time in my life, I meant that. We could
knock a wall down and I wouldn’t care. He could break open my cast and it would
only make me clutch him tighter. “Don’t make me wait.”

He grabbed my ass
with two hands and hoisted me up the wall. My legs wrapped instinctively around
his hips and I was catching my breath when his cock stabbed into me, making me
gasp against his neck. Not in shock. I was ready for him. I was probably so wet
it was running down my legs. But the sensation of that hard cock driving into
my soft folds totally undid me.

I clung to his
broad shoulder with my good hand, feeling his bunched muscles move as he
gripped my ass even tighter.

“Fuck…” he
breathed, then I heard him swallow noisily. “Could you
be
any more
perfect?”

The question hung
between us for endless seconds, and because he wasn’t talking to me, I didn’t
bother to answer. He was just crazy with lust. I could feel the tension of it
rippling around his body. Then he let go of my ass, letting the wall and my
legs around him hold me up, so he could run his hands up over my breasts and
around my shoulders to tunnel into my hair, holding my head still. I was
balanced on his hips, but I knew he was going to move soon. He was going to
bang me against the wall. And it wanted it so badly my teeth hurt.

His nose was
almost touching mine when he said, “I want this to last…” And in the second
before he kissed me, he whispered, “…
forever.
”

But I had no time
to wonder what that meant because he started to move his hips. That rock hard
cock slid in and out as he kissed me, slowly at first as if he was trying to
persuade me, but soon his thrusts grew harder and his tongue more insistent.
All the pleasure that had so recently peaked inside me started worming its way
back and I started to moan.

I was dizzied with
his hot scent and the soft grunts he was making, and when he pulled away from
my mouth, it was only to watch my breasts sway as he pounded me against the
wall.

His eyes were
narrowed even further then, as if his world had tunneled down into only my
body, and all I could do was cling to his shoulder with one hand as another
blinding orgasm slammed into me, making me shudder uncontrollably.

I certainly wasn’t
able to be quiet. In fact, I cried out so loudly I’m sure they would have heard
me at reception. But Jack just ran a hand up into my hair and gripped it in his
fist, holding my gaze on his as he continued to pound into me. Then his eyes
widened and his next thrusts were punctuated with, “Nobody…does…this…to…you…but…
me!”

The final word came
out on a triumphant groan that rattled through my brain like a freight train
crushing everything in its path.

Nobody does
this to you but me.

He was right.

Nobody had
ever
done this to me. The orgasms. The sex against the wall. The way he made me
feel so desirable.

So desired.

It was incredible.

He
was
incredible. And when I was with him, I felt incredible too.

He stared into my
eyes for the longest time, mouth breathing, and I had no idea what he was
thinking. Finally, he glanced down at my chest. “Nipples up.” His breaths were
harsh. “Another orgasm. That’s two so far.”

“Not that we’re
counting,” I said breathlessly.

“Yes we are.” Competitive
bastard. But then he surprised me by tenderly tucking a handful of fallen-down
hair behind my ear. “I have no idea who this Doug fucker is that you mistook me
for. But I’m making damn sure you don’t think you’ll get better from him.”

Doug?

My mind flew back
to the phone call a few hours earlier and Jack’s jealous tone at the time. Clearly
he hadn’t moved past that. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell him my life was
my own business. Not while he was still inside me. So I forced myself to say,
“I’m not having sex with Doug.”

Although, one day
I might, if he ended up being
the one
—the man I intended to have babies
with.

“You’re blushing,”
Jack growled. “There must be something going on.”

I unwrapped my
legs and slid them down to the floor. Then I used my good hand to push on his
chest. He took the hint and stepped back, glancing at my breasts again as they
jiggled.

“Why do you care?”
I demanded, deliberately keeping my attention on his face and not the deliciousness
of his body that rippled with muscles as he shrugged. “Are you jealous of Doug?”

He shook his head.
“I just want our arrangement to be exclusive.” His chin was up, and there was
no disguising the arrogance in his expression.
Sexual confidence be damned!

“Is that exclusive
and
permanent?” I asked, trying to pretend I was used to negotiations.
Trying to channel my inner Rosie, to pretend I was dealing with the big boys. Because
Jack was certainly big, but he was also all man. Nothing boyish about him. And as
I waited to hear his response, there was no denying that in his presence, I
felt like a
woman
.

The compliant girl
who had tolerated Danny’s flirting and her mother’s bullying appeared to have
been overtaken by some inner goddess that Jack had unleashed. Whether that was
going to be a good thing or a bad thing remained to be seen. But at least I
wasn’t running away from it, especially not around Jack!

“Exclusive,” he
agreed, but then there was a pause that went on too long. So he clearly wasn’t
going to commit to
permanent.

It was my turn to
tilt up my chin. “But only so long as it suits you?”

“Or so long as it
suits you,” he shot back. “I’m not looking for a long-term lover.”

“Why?”

He blinked, and I
have to admit I was shocked at my own audacity. Although, I wasn’t saying I
wanted to be that long-term lover. Or even that I wanted one myself. I was just
asking why
he
didn’t want one. If we were really as compatible as he
kept saying—and I kept feeling—then why not keep seeing each other. Why not
even move in together? Or…

I blinked as cold
reality slapped me in the face.

Before Jack had
even responded, I realized I didn’t want him to. Together we were wild and
crazy, and orgasms just exploded. That didn’t fit with babies and children and
family life. It was the stuff of sexual fantasy, or porn perhaps—not that I’d
ever seen porn. But I was sure it would be all about explosive sex and no
consequences.

In the real world,
however, there
were
consequences. What if the baby was crying and Jack
was about to blow my mind? Would I tell him to wait? Or would I be so
distracted by the lure of pleasure that…

I shook my head
and felt suddenly angry with myself, as if I really had left a baby crying
while I’d pandered to my own sexual pleasure. The fact that Jack was probably the
only man on the planet who could distract me that much, made me even angrier at
myself. Instead of pushing him away, what the hell was I doing?

He grabbed my
shoulders, his expression wary now. “Why are you angry?”

Damn my inability
to hide my emotions.

When I tried to
pull away, he held me gently against the wall. “Did you think this was
leading—”

“I knew it was leading
nowhere,” I spat, unable to control my emotions. “And yet
still,
I let
myself be lured into even more pointless sex with a man who—” I stopped myself
before I could say anymore.

He let me go, and
even took a step backwards. “Pointless.” He raised both dark eyebrows. “So
there has to be a point to sex? Beyond pleasure?” He waited me out but I said
nothing. I was too busy trying to tamp down the anger that came so effortlessly
around Jack. “Because,” he added, “I stupidly imagined that pleasure was why
you were here.”

I glared at him a
moment longer before I said, “I came to sign forms.”

“You came to have
sex.” I just stared at him, so he added, “Hot,
hard
sex against a wall.
Sex that makes you forget every other man you’ve ever met.
Including
this Doug.”

My anger faltered
as I realized he was gritting his teeth. What the hell? “You know nothing about
Doug.”

Jack’s eyes
narrowed. “I hear the way you say his name. You
like
him. Do you love
him?”

I blinked in shock.
There was no way I was having this discussion with Jack, of all people. I
looked around blindly and saw the doorway to his bathroom. “I’m going to clean
up.” I snatched my clothes and marched into the sprawling luxury of white
marble and glistening gold tapware.

“Angela!”

I locked the door
and went and sat on the toilet.

A good long pee
clears the head.

Jill had always
said that, so I took her advice. Jack knocked on the door, several times, but
after I flushed the toilet he stopped. I wasn’t ready to go out there, however,
so I helped myself to a fresh towel from the stack and had a fast shower. Then,
when I was clean and dressed again—albeit with no panties which was
disconcerting—I exited the bathroom to find Jack, still naked, leaning against
the opposite wall, his arms crossed.

“I’m going,” I
said unnecessarily.

“You like to get
angry with me, don’t you? It makes it easier to walk away.”

He was perceptive,
and I’d given him plenty of time for thinking. “Yes it does.”

“I’ll be back next
month. I want to see you again.” His chin was up, but there was something in
his eyes that I hadn’t seen before. I hesitated to imagine it was
vulnerability, but whatever it was, it tugged at my marshmallow heart. I was
still thinking about what to say when he added, “I don’t just want to see you.
I want to fuck you. Any way that makes you come. And I
don’t
want you to
fuck anyone else.”