Naturally Naughty - Leslie Kelly [76]
She complied, rising to all fours, moving back to meet him as he slid into her from behind, then leaned forward until his chest touched her back.
Perfect. The position left his hands free to pleasure her, to tweak her sensitive nipples, to stroke the curves of her breasts and the soft flesh of her belly. Then lower, to play with her sweet little clit as he rocked into her until she came close. Damn close, judging by her cries.
“Now,” she ordered. “Now.”
He knew what she wanted—she wanted him to come with her. Straightening, Jack took her hips in his hands and drove into her with a few powerful, body-draining thrusts.
“Now,” he agreed.
The moment she screamed in climax, his own overtook him and they both collapsed to the mattress. He instantly rolled onto his side, tugging her close to nestle against his chest. He pressed a kiss to her brow, then to her cheek. Then to her mouth, still open and panting.
“That was amazing,” she finally managed to whisper between deep, shuddery breaths.
He nodded.
“But, you know, Jack, now you’ve got me spoiled.”
He lifted a brow.
“I suddenly want two of everything.”
Smiling, knowing by the way his body began to react to her all over again, he whispered, “Let’s not set any limits, okay? Why stop at two?”
He caught her mouth in a deep, slow kiss as they began all over again.
ON SATURDAY, Armand took Pleasantville by storm, chatting easily with each person he met and seeming to really enjoy the small-town atmosphere.
He raved over the shop, and gave Kate some good suggestions on layout. He also helped her straighten up the dressing room area, asking once why there were crotchless tights strewn all over the floor. Thankfully, he hadn’t questioned her blush.
Nor did he tease her too unmercifully about the thinness of the walls at the duplex, other than to say he’d heard some wild animals howling in the middle of the night, and wondered if there were coyotes in Pleasantville.
Later, during lunch at the Downtown Deli, he’d met Diane and Josie, charming them both completely. Josie had enough innate street sense to recognize his preferences in spite of his sexy charm. She seemed to like him all the more for it.
But the real highlight of the afternoon came when they walked out of the deli and straight into a couple, who stood exchanging heated words on the sidewalk.
“Angela and Darren,” Kate whispered, instantly recognizing Jack’s sister. “The banes of my teenage existence.”
Surprised she hadn’t run into Jack’s sister before now, she forced herself to take a deep breath and to remember that she was completely over any childhood hurts.
“High school tormentors, hmm?” Armand whispered as they walked within a few feet of the two.
“Hi, Kate,” Darren said. He looked at Armand, then stood a little straighter. Armand, with his height and elegant sophistication, had that effect on men.
Angela’s face turned red as she stared at Kate, her mouth opening but no sound coming out. She looked not only flustered by Kate’s appearance, but also annoyed at the interruption of her conversation with Darren.
“Hello, Darren. Angela,” Kate replied, her voice sounding much calmer than she’d have expected.
Darren gave her a big, friendly smile. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to talk to you much the other day. It’s great to have you back, Kate. I’m really glad things have gone so well for you.”
Surprisingly, he sounded sincere.
Angela didn’t speak to her; she was too busy glaring at Darren as he talked to Kate. Then, when the other woman finally noticed Armand, an appreciative expression lit up her face.
Funny, when she actually smiled, Angela didn’t look quite so much like a cast-iron bitch.
“Introduce us to your friend,” she murmured.
After the introductions Armand stepped into his role as if it had been created for him. He flirted with Angela until the woman was practically melting into a puddle on the sidewalk. Once or twice Kate tried to tug him away, knowing he was trying to get a little payback on her behalf by stringing the other woman along. He’d probably be dashing off some scathing rejection