Jackie Draws A Straight: The Journey Series Book 5 (12 page)

He made a small growling sound and Jackie felt Pete's touch
across the seam of her sex. The pain of her butt was intense, but the pleasure of his fingers there, where no person had touched her before was even greater. The glide of his fingers was slippery. She was wet. It was a little alarming to think that her body had ripened to his touch so dramatically, but it didn't entirely surprise her. She was deeply attracted to Pete Kaminsky. Her body reflected that yearning.

Jackie gasped
as
a finger slid between her lower lips, dipping into her wet sex in a shallow exploration. He delved further and found her clitoris. When he teased it gently, she arched he
r back and stuck out her bottom, widening the spread of her legs. She couldn't help it. The sensation was too overwhelming and she had to encourage more.

"Pete," she whispered as he withdrew and took a step back.

His voice was soft, frustrated. "
Oh hell
." But, no matter what had made him so upset, he gathered Jackie in his arms—oh the joy of him against her—picked her up and carried her through the house.

His bedroom was simple, with white walls and blond wood wainscoting and crown molding.
The
bed was soft and yielding, a colorful quilt beneath her. She looked up into his
face. The strain there told her he
was fighting himself.

Jackie ought to fight it, too. It wasn't right to let things go further, but
she wanted more from him, wanted the intimacy to grow and blossom. She wanted to experience a joining with Pete that she'd never wanted with anyone before.

Opening her arms to him, she gave him a small smile. She was scared, but not of him.

He began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers sure but slow as his eyes devoured her, half-naked on his bed. The unbuttoning picked up speed and soon he'd shrugged out of his shirt and pulled his undershirt off and tossed them both toward a corner.

Jackie's breath caught. He was so handsome! His shoulders were firm and broad in comparison to his waist, his pecs hard, and muscles rippled down his abdomen. Thick biceps topped his arms. She knew he exercised regularly, but, clearly, he had been doing it for some time.

While he watched her, his hands going to the fastenings of his pants, Jackie half-rose from the bed and pulled off her scrubs top and her bra. If he was going to be naked, she was, too. Her whole body flamed. She hadn't been naked in front of a man ever before. Was she acceptable? She was so petite. Maybe her breasts were too small. She worked out several times a week, but maybe that wasn't enough. Biting her lip in consternation, she crossed her hands over her chest, hiding her
hardened
nipples from him. Pete shook his head slightly, and Jackie slowly moved her arms away, exposing herself fully.

Pete slid his pants down his legs and pretty soon he was naked. Gloriously naked. She knew what a man looked like—she was a nurse, after all—but not this way. There was a thin trail of dark hair down his belly, leading to a neatly trimmed patch, but that didn't hold her gaze nearly so much as what rose from that patch. He was hard, thick, engorged.

He was going to take her.
The
buzzing between her legs increase
d and
her clit
sparked with eagerness to feel his hands on her.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly.

Jackie didn't even consider her answer. "Yes."

He nodded, his expression lightening, as
h
e knelt on the bed next to her, reaching for her. Jackie realized they'd never even kissed and a tremor of shame raced through her. Was she becoming a slut?
Pete didn't love her, she knew that. He desired her, but was that enough?

Second thoughts whispered in her mind, but her body was screaming much louder. When he leaned over her, putting a forearm and elbow next to her head, pressing his chest up against her breasts, her insides melted. He touched her face, just like in her dreams, and gazed at her with longing and passion. Slowly, Pete lowered his lips to hers. She'd kissed before—she was not a total wallflower—but never,
never
like this. He was a grown man with the taste and heat of a grown man,
and
the calm patience to draw out her reaction. His tongue traced her lips and
as
she drew in a breath, he delved inside her mouth, searching, seeking. Jackie met him there and shared the moment
s, savoring every second.

After a long, searing set of kisses, he pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth and began a trail down her jawline to her throat, nipping there and licking his way up to the join of her shoulder and neck. His bite there was stronger, and Jackie moaned with the blissful sensation. She never knew she had an erogenous zone there. So many things she didn't know about herself.

Wriggling against him brought out a deep, rich chuckle. "Eager?"

"Yes," she whispered, offering her neck again. "Yes."

He snaked a hand down her chest, fingertips skimming the surface of her skin, until he found her breast. The pressure of his gentle touch circling there with ever-smaller concentric rings made her groan and try to arch against his weight. "Slowly," he told her. "
I'm not in a big hurry."

She was in a hurry! Jackie wanted him inside her. The need was urgent. She knew it would be a big deal, and that she was giving something irretrievable, but her body was achy with desire. Wet slickness coated her sex, she could feel the cool air there. Her lower belly churned with excited energy. But she didn't know what to say to encourage him to haste, and a part of her wanted to taste every possible sensation along the path.

Pete moved a little lower on her body, gently kneading her breast, finally pressing it into a sharply-topped peak. Jackie moaned
a
s he
suckle
d
on her nipple. Oh God, it was so incredible. It was no wonder the girls at school did this
with men
. She'd been missing it all these years. But, then again, there hadn't been Pete. Pete was special. These were sensations only he could make her feel. And, for the moment, there was only Pete. Pete was the center of her sexual universe.

He rose to his knees and began to knead the other breast, finally dividing his time between her two turgid nipples. Jackie squirmed and fretted beneath him, and reveled in the heat of his hard erection against her hip.

"You like that, h
m?" It was a pointless question
. It was obvious to both of them that she loved the feel of his mouth on her body, but the deep, sexy sound of his voice made some spring in her
core
tighten further. She was verging on something extraordinary. Whatever it was, it was right there, visible but just out of reach. Maybe it was an orgasm. The girls at school had described them, but Jackie had never felt one. She had not ventured into auto-eroticism simply because she was waiting to have the whole experience with a man she loved.

Did she love Pete Kaminsky? Was this act a loving one or was it purely lust?
Lust was ignoble, to her mind, a human condition, but one that had to be resisted. Still…that's what Pete must feel for her, and he was a good person. If what she felt for him was lust, then it was going to have to be enough because it was overwhelming her. She couldn't sort all her feeling
s
out and separate them from the racing desire in her body.

Pete pressed her legs apart and knelt between them. The scent of her arousal rose to Jackie's nose and she blushed. Surely he could smell her, too. She peeked up at him from beneath her lashes and saw him smile. It was a slow, sexy smile. A satisfied smile that staked a claim on her body. She gasped with pleasure when he ran his fingers over her mound and through the folds of her pussy. The word stuck in her mind. It was a crude word, but she was feeling
highly sexed, randy and wanton. She wanted sex, not pretty words.

He touched her clit, running a finger around it, spiraling the swollen bud until she squirmed and moaned, raising her hips in encouragement. Finally, he flicked his finger across it and all that pent up sensation raced over her, she couldn't hold it back, didn't want to. Crying out, grabbing at his arms, Jackie came for the first time.

Panting, moaning softly, she slowly floated back to a dazed sort of consciousness, like down from a burst pillow.

Pete lowered his body over hers, propping himself up with his arms so his weight wouldn't crush her. "You're beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her deeply again.

All she could do was sigh when he raised his head from her.
Pete reached over her to a drawer and withdrew a foil wrapper. Within moments he'd rolled a latex glove on his hardness. Jackie wanted to feel him skin-to-skin, but she also knew that some things were more important.

And then
there was a
sensation of the bulbous head of his penis against her wet center. He slid it
around
her waiting sex, gliding it over and through, teasing her. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel the joining. The orgasm was stunning, but not enough.

Finally, she felt him at her entrance. He toyed with her, not giving her what she craved, his eyes roaming over her face hungrily and the scent of him, his heat and excitement, melded with the scent of her own body. It was incredibly potent.

"Please," she breathed. She was willing to beg. She'd prostrate herself if she had to.

"You want it to be over so soon?"

"You're torturing me. Please."

He grinned and poked a slight way into her only to stiffen and withdraw immediately. "Jackie
," he growled, anger making his voice deeper and harsher. "You have something you want to tell me?"

Why was he angry all of a sudden? Why had he withdrawn? "Please, Pete. Please don't stop."

He knelt up and away from her. "I can't do this. You're a fuckin' virgin, Jackie. What do you think you're doing?"

Oh. She moaned with frustration. "I want it. I want it so bad. Please don't tease me. Don't go." Reaching out for him, she tried to pull him back down, but he was stiff and resolute.
"Don't you want me?"

"Oh yes," he said, the angry edge still in his voice. His face was set, jaw hard. "You know I do. But, I don't deflower virgins
casually
. It's not who I am or how I behave."

Tears made him blurry as she watched him not only pulling his body away from her, but also his desire. "Please don't do this. I can't be a virgin forever. I don't want to be."

"You're twenty-two," he pointed out. "You've obviously been holding it in reserve. I thought you and Bud… Well, hell, who cares what I thought."

"I've been waiting, yes. But I don'
t want to wait anymore."

The low sound from his throat both scared and encouraged her. He was frustrated. Maybe he would reconsider.

"We don't have to be married to do this, Pete. I don't care anymore."

"I care. I…" He brushed back a lock of dark hair from his brow. "You've been waiting for marriage?"

It sounded so old-fashioned
;
she knew it did. Her friends at school laughed at her sentiments. But that was the way she was raised, and no amount of feminism or peer pressure would change the lessons she'd learned from her church and her family. If she admitted it, would Pete laugh at her, too? Would her humiliation be complete? It was incredibly ironic to finally meet a man she wanted to make love with only to find out that the very thing she hoped to gift him with would be rejected.
He'd discovered the truth, however, and there was no point in denying it. "Yes, I've been waitin' for marriage."

His lips tightened, drawing together in a stern line and he stared at her for a long time. "Then we'll get married first."

Jackie thought maybe she was about to faint. Could you faint lying down? "Huh?"