Caribbean Heat (9 page)

“You’re so wet for me.”

“Ummhmm,” was the only response she could come up with. She needed his cock inside her to quench the burning desire.

“How did I get so damn lucky?” He moved his lips to her neck, to that sensitive area that made her pussy throb for him even harder.

She didn’t answer, the only thing she thought was that she was the lucky one to have a man like Jack touching her, wanting to keep her. She’d never had a man make her feel so damn good.

“I need you, Jack.” Her words were breathy as she tugged at his pants, needing his cock inside her now.

Jack groaned and pulled his wallet out of his pocket, grabbing a condom.

She undid his pants and shoved them and his underwear down, letting them drop to the floor.

He rolled the condom over his cock quickly and then he kissed her again, their tongues wrestling as he pressed her against the wall. Jack’s cock rubbed against the front of her sex, so close to where she needed him, tormenting her body even further.

“Fuck me. Now,” she whispered into his ear.

He didn’t need any more encouragement and lifted her up and against the wall, holding her solidly as his cock pressed at her entrance and then slid into her with one long stroke.

The air sucked out of her lungs and her cunt stretched around him. He filled her so full, Sierra almost exploded right there.

“Oh God, you feel good.” He groaned as he lifted and repositioned her a little. His strong hands held her up.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” The comment didn’t come out in the sexy, low voice she had intended, but more of a I’m-about-to-come, orgasm-nearing high pitch.

“Why thank you.” He rammed into her hard once and then again. His breath was warm against her neck, his hands hot on her ass, every muscle in his body tensed.

She couldn’t see straight, couldn’t breathe, her skin tingled and pleasure rushed through her. So damn close to the edge.

“Aaahhhh,” Sierra moaned loudly as his cock slammed into her again and again. She needed to let Jack know how close she was to losing control, how much she needed him to finish the job.

Jack pounded into her over and over, harder, faster and Sierra’s entire body jolted in pleasure. Her cunt clenched around him as he slammed into her hard one more time and then froze deep inside her and groaned as he came.

Waves of pleasure flooded through her and she let her head fall back against the hard surface of the wall.

Jack didn’t move for a minute and she just enjoyed the sensations of the pleasure slowly fading. He pulled his cock out and set Sierra slowly down to the floor, kissing her on the forehead before he said anything.

“I’m glad you changed your mind about me.” He grinned down at her.

“Yeah. Me too.” She couldn’t lose Jack over something as simple as a mistaken identity and a little miscommunication. What they had was too damn good to give up. Ever.

“Let’s go order some food. You’re going to need your strength tonight.” He swatted her on the ass and led her into the kitchen.

They were both completely naked and she was surprisingly comfortable with it. All the curtains were down, so Sierra followed, resisting that little bit of modesty that caused an urge to put her clothes back on. No reason to do that when she knew damn well they were just going to get ripped off again real soon.

“Do you like Chinese?” Jack asked.

“Chinese is fine with me.” Sierra wasn’t a picky eater and food wasn’t the most pressing thing on her mind anyway.

“Maybe I should run out and get your bag?” Jack offered. “So you’ll have some clothes and a toothbrush in the morning.”

“Let’s get it later.” Sierra never said she would spend the night here with him. But she sure as hell wasn’t going to say no. Not when he made it sound so tempting. She wanted to spend every second she could with Jack for as long as it lasted. A lifetime, hopefully.

Epilogue

Two months from the day she met Jack, Sierra walked up the sidewalk to his house carrying a huge duffel bag and a box stuffed full of her things. She was moving in with the man she loved. Her gut knotted nervously at the prospect. She had never cohabitated with a man before but Jack was different from any other man she knew. They were both so busy with new jobs and her starting school again that moving in together seemed like the only way to see each other on any regular basis. And she wanted to see him very regularly. She couldn’t get enough of the man.

Sierra blew out a long breath to steady her nerves and knocked on the door with her foot. A few seconds later Jack yanked open the door with a grin that pushed away all her apprehension.

“Let me get that for you.” He grabbed the box out of her hands and carried it to the center of the living room and set it on top of the coffee table.

“Before we move the rest of the stuff in, come into the kitchen.” He held her hand, pulling her with him. There on the counter Jack had a bottle of champagne and two tall glasses set out.

“How did I get so lucky, finding a romantic guy like you?” Knowing his background as a military man, she didn’t expect things like this from him but he surprised her often.

“You make it fun. Make me want to be a better man.” Jack poured the bubbly liquid in both glasses clear up to the top and handed one to Sierra.

“Thank you.” She didn’t know what to say, how to feel, but nervous came pretty close to the top of the list, right after love for the man standing next to her.

“To the beginning of a long and happy lifetime together.” Jack clinked his glass against hers and took a sip.

She liked the thought of that. A long and happy lifetime with Jack was all she really needed. All she really wanted.

“To us,” she agreed and took a long sip, hoping it would ease her nerves.

Sierra set her glass down on the counter and Jack set his down too and pulled her against the length of his body. He felt so good, so right, that she couldn’t believe that she spent even a minute doubting moving in together. In Jack’s arms, in Jack’s life was undoubtedly where she belonged. There was no other man, no other future for her.

Jack kissed her softly but Sierra knew it was going to lead to more. It always did.

“Someday I want you to be my wife and have my babies, but for right now I’m happy that I’ll be able to see you every day.” He knew she didn’t want to rush into marriage. It had been discussed. He was giving her the space, the time she needed, while still giving them the chance to be together. It was the perfect compromise.

“That sounds amazing.” And it did. Jack was the man Sierra wanted to wake up next to every day for the rest of her life. She had no doubt that marriage and babies would soon be following this move, and it didn’t scare her nearly as much as it once had. With Jack, it seemed natural. He was her future.

About Sky Robinson

Sky is a recovering adrenalin junkie, giving up her skydiving and motorcycle riding habits (for now anyway), but is holding tight to snowmobiling, flying small airplanes and water skiing. She tries to add a little balance to her life with the more tame pastimes of cooking, gardening and running. Sky has worked as a lifeguard, casino cashier, Forest Service roads maintenance crew, cocktail waitress and teacher, but is now happy to be writing so she can make the characters in her books do all the crazy things she thinks up instead of trying them out herself. Sky lives in the Midwest and loves to hear from her fans.

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