Eversea A Love Story

His eyes got darker and broodier as my hand continued it’s slow journey downward. His breathing changed, as did my own in response. My eyes dropped to follow my hand as it reached the belt buckle of his black jeans.
    I took a deep breath. “You should take these off, too.” My words came out as a whisper.
    His jaw tightened, his dark eyes watching me.
    I went to undo the buckle but his hands stilled me. For a moment, I thought he was going to keep his wet clothes on. As much as he needed to take them off so they could dry and he could get warm, I was hyper aware of the combustible situation that existed between us. I knew he was too.
    He shifted away and brought up one foot, then the other, to undo the laces on his black boots. His socks came next, and he laid them by the fire. I was mesmerized by every action. His hands returned to his buckle as he stood and undid the belt and his buttons, revealing the waistband of his black boxer briefs. Then, leaning down, he shucked his jeans off each leg and stood back up.
    My shallow breathing was loud next to the soft crackle and pop of the fire, and I swallowed the lump in my throat as my eyes took in how aroused he was. He was glorious in his perfection, like a dark angel.
    He reached for the towel and wrapped it around his middle covering himself, and I realized my face must have shown my trepidation. I looked up at him.
    “It’s okay, Keri Ann. I’m not going to take advantage of you.”
    Oh, but I wished he would.
     

 
    T W E N T Y – T W O
    “I’m not the one who’s undressed. You should be worried about me taking advantage of you. ” I grinned sheepishly.
    Jack chuckled and came over to sit beside me by the fireplace.
    I pulled the blanket up over our legs.
    The storm picked up again and there was a flash of lightning followed by a sharp crack of thunder that was a whip on my tightened nerves. I jumped.
    “You don’t like storms?” he asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and tucking me in against him. It felt good and unexpected.
    “Actually, I love stormy nights. Hot chocolate and firelight and now barely dressed men have probably made them my all time favorite.” I nudged him playfully, my awareness of him still simmering insistently in a warm pool inside me.
    He laughed and squeezed my shoulders.
    I realized he was telling the truth. He really wouldn’t take advantage of me.
    I took a deep breath and turned to him. Drawing his face down to mine, I kissed him.
    He held his body tense as I touched my lips to his.
    It was slow and soft, his lips giving way to mine and moving in gentle rhythm, tasting my lips with his lips. The kisses were delicious, but I wanted more. I wanted passionate Jack who couldn’t control his breathing or his reactions when he was kissing me.
    I turned more fully toward him and tentatively ran the tip of my tongue along his lower lip like he had done to me.
    Jack’s reaction was swift. It was like he’d been waiting for permission. One minute we were sitting side by side, the next he gave a soft growl and had me on my back with half his body covering me.
    I gasped under the sudden move and his weight before he lowered his mouth and plundered mine. Heat speared through my core and my body, of it’s own accord, arched to meet his.
    Jack’s lips moved with greed, his tongue sliding in and claiming me, leaving me almost lightheaded.
    Reaching up, I clutched the hair at his nape and sought to taste more of what he was giving me. The feel of his body along the length of mine was intoxicating. My hands roamed down over his bare shoulders, clutching at the tense muscles in his back. I wished I were wearing less. I had a demanding need to feel my skin against his. That annoying ache I had a feeling only one thing would fix had started up between my legs and was getting more and more intense.
    Jack’s kisses moved down toward my neck.
    I sighed with pleasure and shivered involuntarily as his tongue trailed up over my earlobe.
    “You like that?” he whispered in my ear causing another shudder to run through me.
    I nodded with an incoherent sound and felt his smile against my sensitive skin before his tongue darted out again. I moaned, tilting my head back and exposing more of my neck to his hot mouth. Yes, please. I wanted a lot more of that, too.
    The movement had thrust my chest forward toward him and his hand came up to rest on the bare skin of my stomach where my shirt had ridden up. One of his legs was slung over