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  “I’m not taking it easy on you this time, princess. Hold on tight,” he gritted out as I bit my lip and grabbed his shoulders, holding on because he was the only thing in my world. My entire existence narrowed to his scent, his heat, his hard, hot thrusts as he filled me to the point of pain. I held on so I wouldn’t float away. I was out of control, spinning, fighting for air.

  It took a few moments for his words to filter into my lust fogged brain. This time? There would only ever be this one time! I barely had time to think it before he pulsed into me again and stole my train of thought.

  “Bring it, Jack,” I challenged as I dug my fingers into his shoulders harder. In response, he flexed those taut muscles and hips to push his dick in and out of me faster. The slide of his full length, the sharp zing of his cock hitting me deep inside, nudging my womb with each thrust, and the sheer width of him was enough to shut me up.

  I let go and so did he. He watched me like I was the only thing that existed in his world. If I bit my lip, he saw me do it. If I moaned, her heard me. If I closed my eyes because I felt overwhelmed and needy and out of control, he always brought me back, demanded I look at him.

  He wanted to own me, see me. I’d never felt like I did in that moment, like I was the only person in the world that mattered. Fires raged in his eyes, dominant and frustrated and possessive. Every conversation we’d had came rushing to the surface as he pinned me against the wall and I saw something between us I hadn’t seen before.

  Over the weeks and months, this tension had been building between us.

  I held his gaze, unwilling to break, unwilling to look away as he fucked me, as his chocolate eyes blazed and his jaw locked .

  Jack’s dick pounded into me mercilessly and, for my part, I reveled in his wildness, in the rough and barely controlled nature of him. He was all man, rough and demanding and I melted instinctively, loved the way his dominant and possessive touch made me feel.

  Wanted. Safe. Feminine. Powerful.

  Beautiful.

  There was no doubt I’d be sore tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I had no idea I liked it so rough, but with Jack, it was… primitive. Hot. Perfect.

  I nibbled and sucked his neck, his lips, his beautiful fucking jawline. I claimed him with my mouth while he claimed me with his cock. I relinquished my body to him, almost too shocked to believe this side of him was real, so raw and feral and demanding.

  As if he read my thoughts, Jack chuckled darkly through his forced breaths. “Didn’t expect this from a city boy, did you, princess?”

  Each one of his words was punctuated by a thrust. I held his gaze for a split second before I closed them and moaned. I didn’t care if he heard, if he knew what he did to me. I couldn’t hide my responses from him. Not only could he see me, really see me, but he could feel it with my pussy walls rippling around him.

  Jack’s thrusts almost made me come right there, but I arched my back, rubbing my clit on the hard wall of his abdomen just right. He hooked my knees over his arms and spread me open wide, pushing me back into the wall so he could grind his body against me.

  I was on the edge instantly, and his slight groans sank into my body and swirled in my head, pushing me over the edge. They were too sensual, too honest. He sounded like a man who barely held it together, and fuck that was hot. My nails scored his shoulders, his back, his neck, and pulled at his hair.

  “More,” I commanded.

  His large, rough hands trailed to my nipples and he tugged them hard as I used the wall as a brace. Yes, that was the more I was looking for.

  Everything hit critical mass and my back straightened against the wall involuntarily. The movement shoved Jack back, forcing him to hold me lower on my hips. I realized, a split second before it happened, that this new angle let Jack hit my G-spot, and he did. He rammed against that sensitive bundle of nerves as my moans and cries became unintelligible. My nails lashed out as I lost all capacity for thought. I scratched against his pecs, his biceps. I was lost in a spiral of orgasm that I couldn’t stop.

  Jack’s own groan of pleasure warned me that my the rippling walls of my pussy and my incoherent cries pushed him to his own release. I tightened my inner muscles over and over, pulsing over him, pulling him deep so I could milk him to orgasm. As his forehead dropped to my sternum, his hands gripped the wall for strength. He fucked me faster, hitting my g-spot, rubbing my clit with his hard body and we came together in a flurry of cries and guttural exclamations. Jack’s cock jerked so hard that it forced another yelp from me as my sensitive flesh reacted, my climax extended. He grazed gentle kisses down my chest, my raw nipples, the valley between my breasts as he filled me, coming more than I expected. I sighed a heavy, pleased sigh, one that told Jack just how satisfied I was. I would’ve been mad at myself for the display, except he let one out, too.

  I smiled to myself and wrapped my arms around his neck to bring my mouth to his ear. “Well, that was surprising.”

  He chuckled as his hands gripped my hips for a final time. He lifted me off his cock, but my sex protested and clutched him tightly. We both moaned again as he continued to move me up and off his cock. I was left feeling empty and… still horny.

  How the hell could I want more sex after that?

  When he put me back on my feet, we just stared at each other. He’d stripped down, but I hadn’t been given any time to stare. And boy, was he stare worthy. Muscle rippled from his wide chest to trim hips. His thighs were thick and strong. I wanted to rub my body all over him like a purring cat, but I leaned against the cool wall and held myself still. I’d felt those masculine muscles, such a contrast to my feminine curves. His body held so many contradictions to mine and all of them turned me on. Where I thought Jack would be soft, weak, he was strong, in control. He had shown me a side of him that I didn’t expect, but wanted to see more of. I broke out of my reverie when I realized Jack stared at me, as well. His eyes caressed the skin of my face, my breasts, my stomach, my hips… my sex. I felt it clench again and stared at his hard cock, still covered with the very full condom. As if reading my mind, he removed it and tossed it into a small trash can under his coffee table.

  I’d fucked him and we hadn’t even made it out of the living room.

  Did that make me a genius or a slut?

  Looking at his rock hard body, I voted genius and told the guilt riddled good-little-girl to shut the hell up. Good girls didn’t get to have this much fun. Good girls didn’t get to fuck Jack Simms.

  Jack cleared his throat and his dark brown eyes met mine. These weren’t the angry eyes I was used to. Now I saw intensity, need, desire and it was all focused on me. My knees almost buckled at the sight. He began to slowly pad around me, one arm stroked my skin as he went. When he got to my backside, his hand came down swiftly on my ass. I heard a grunt of appreciation and knew he liked what he saw.

  “That’s for scaring the shit out of me.”

  Next, his finger slid down between my thighs and through the wetness that still coated me there. “Next time won’t be so quick,” he whispered in my ear and the shivers he sent down my spine tickled the whole way. “I’m going to learn every curve of your gorgeous fucking body and I’m going to make you come even harder. Once wasn’t enough. Then, after I’m done memorizing you from head-to-toe, I’m going to have a little fun.”

  For once in my life, I was stunned silent. Stone cold quiet. My mouth just gaped open and occasionally my teeth clacked together in an attempt to form sentences. Jack chuckled, a light and airy sound, as he gently took my hands and led me into his bedroom. I barely had brain power to register the dark paneling, the plush chaise lounge and the massive picture window. I was too stunned to speak, let alone think, as he kissed me gently.

  Gently? I could handle rough and wild, but Jack being gentle? I didn’t know what to think and I had no will to resist.

  He pushed me down onto the soft plaid comforter with the storm’s gray skies giving me the only light to watch as he paced next to the bed like a wild
animal stalking prey.

  Holy crap, he was ripped. And that cock? That had fit in me? Placing one knee on the bed and leaning over me, he trailed kisses from my lips, to my chin, to my throat. His hands roamed across my stomach, my arms, my thighs and his exploration lit me up. All my nerve endings had woken with our furious lovemaking in the living room and now they were standing at attention, happy to receive the attention from his mouth, his hands.

  “Hmm,” Jack pondered. “Where should I start?” he whispered as he nibbled the curve of my hip. His kisses trailed inwards, towards my core, and I gasped as his tongue licked at my folds.

  “Mmm,” he groaned against my sensitive flesh. “I think this is as good a place as any,” he teased, and then our eyes met over the expanse of my belly. He flashed an insanely wicked smile before his face dove down and my head fell back into the pillows, conscious thought overruled by the feel of his tongue and fingers as he made me come again and again.

  Chapter Four

  Anna

  I jerked awake. Realization dawned on me before my eyes fully opened.

  I slept with Jack Simms! I’m a fucking idiot!

  I sat up and the sheets slipped down, my bare flesh exposed. My nipples were hard, raw. And I felt… ridden. Swollen. Sore and still a little horny. Thoroughly fucked, as Jack called it last night.

  I had to leave. I had to get the hell out of Jack’s bed. I had to get the hell out of Alaska. Last night with Jack was a one-time thing, a mistake. I needed to bail before the ship took off on a course I didn’t plan for. The orgasms he’d given me? Yeah, I could get addicted to them. The man himself was pretty damn addicting. He wasn’t a jackass. He was just Jack, the hot guy who was wild and also tender in bed. Attentive. Inventive. Who made sure I came first… every time. I had no idea there were so many different positions—and surfaces—and ways to have sex.

  He was on his back, one arm thrown over his head. Asleep, he wasn’t as dangerous to me, but when he woke, when those dark eyes opened, they’d hold me captive.

  Shit.

  I looked for my clothes by the bed, but they were nowhere in sight. Carefully, I climbed from the bed. No way was I waking him. The weather had passed sometime during the night and the dawn was clear. Birds sang outside his home and light filtered through his thin, gauze like curtains. I had to be on that plane, leaving Jack and his bionic dick behind.

  If Jack was a superhero, sex would be his superpower. And I had no chance of winning that war. My body craved him, even now. Worse, my heart ached when I stared at the five-o’clock shadow on his face, remembered the way his eyes had held my gaze, whispered such dark, erotic promises. Jack liked to talk, to tell me every naughty little thing he was going to do to my body.

  Anticipation was almost worse than the cure. He had me so worked up last night, he’d barely had to breathe over my clit and I’d come apart at the seams, screaming his name like a wild woman.

  Yes. My only recourse, if I wanted to save my sanity, was to run away like a coward.

  I peeked around the open bedroom door, spied his shirt on the floor in the living room, and tiptoed toward it. My shirt was a few feet away, rumpled and still damp and missing every single button. I slid Jack’s shirt around my shoulders and buttoned it up. I picked up my wet socks, pulled up my chafing, wet jeans, and slipped on my boots. They were all disgustingly wet, but I only needed to get back home. I braced myself for Jack’s voice or footsteps from the bedroom, but heard nothing. I snuck to the door, turned the knob, and silently prayed that he wouldn’t hear.

  As I slipped around the south end of the house and headed for the tree line, I felt a slight tug in my chest, guilt over my grand escape.

  He doesn’t deserve to wake up alone in that king sized bed. He was so great last night.

  Thoughts swirled back into my mind and I remembered the feel of Jack’s hot breath on the nape of my neck as he took me again, this time from behind. He was true to his word; he had worked every inch of my body before he finally gave me his cock, which I had begged for in the end. His masculine, rough hands took me by the hips as his cock pounded into me, my nerves frayed as I came again. And again. I lost count at some point, something I’ve never done with other men since it wasn’t all that hard to count to zero, or occasionally one.

  I continued to stalk down the path through the trees, headed for the water, but my mind was back in the cabin. Suddenly, I recalled Jack’s rough stubble against my hip. My breath stuttered and my foot slipped on a tree stump as I remembered his nibble on the soft skin of my inner thigh. At some point, he’d whispered, “I’m going to take good care of you, baby. This time, it’s all about you,” as his mouth settled over my pussy. He had braced me against him as I bucked with my orgasm, totally out of control. I let out a little groan of appreciation, my knees weak from the sheer amount of pleasure he had given me.

  My core clenched at the thought of Jack’s mouth on me.

  See, this was exactly why I had to get the hell out, I scolded myself and picked up the pace.

  I kept one eye on the house as I moved and hoped Jack wouldn’t open the door and see my bright plaid in the trees. Finally far enough away from the cabin, I snuck onto the dock, my eyes peeled for signs of movement from behind me. Sighing with relief, I turned in the direction of my plane and ran smack-dab into Jack Fucking Simms.

  “Where do you think you’re going, Ms. Jackson?” he asked. His face could have been carved from stone and I had no idea if he was angry, hurt, or just being a dick.

  I bounced off his chest, straightened, and glared at him to cover for my flushed face. He wore low-slung jeans and nothing else, which meant his Grecian skin glowed in the Alaskan sun. I felt like a slob in comparison, shoved into still-damp clothes and squishy boots. This was the worst walk of shame. Ever.

  “Where did you come from?” I spit out. Brilliant comeback, Anna. I stepped around him to peer at my plane. I forgot about Jack for a moment as the full extent of the storm’s wrath became clear in the morning sun. The right floater was badly dented, so bad that my poor baby lilted to the side, barely staying afloat. Shit. There was no way in hell I could take off or land on the water with the floater looking like that. Jack cleared his throat and I resumed glaring at him.

  “My bed, which is where you were until five minutes ago.” He stared at me, daring me to say… what? “Which is where you should be right now.”

  “I can’t stay here, Jack.” I didn’t have the time or patience to explain things to him. He was too dangerous. He was like my personal kryptonite and if I stayed here with him, if he asked, I would stay. In Alaska. Here. Living in nowhere.

  “Well, you aren’t going anywhere right now. It appears you nearly tore off one of your floaters when you ass-planted the plane last night,” he said when he turned to look at my plane. “Wonder what else you shook loose.”

  My heart sped up a bit at the thought of my close call last night. I knew I was lucky, that it could have been much worse, but it also embarrassed the hell out of me when I remembered that Jack had watched me ‘ass-plant’ the plane, as he put it. That only made me angry and defensive. I’d survived. Every landing was a good landing, right?

  “Could you land a floatplane in a massive storm? Or fly a plane at all, City Boy? No? Didn’t think so,” I snapped and bit down my desire to kick him in the crotch, but then I remembered what he’d been able to do with that crotch.

  I pushed him out of the way to inspect the damage further and groaned.

  Jack peered curiously around me to look at the floater. “I’m not a pilot, but that looks a little messed up.” He said it innocently enough but it picked at my last thread.

  “You think, Jack? No, I can’t fly, or land a floatplane without my floats! I have to call in another pilot to deliver the part. I’m stuck here until then.”

  “I can think of some things we can do to pass the time.”

  I couldn’t help but notice that the low cut of his jeans gave me a sneak peek of the curve of
his ass, the dimples on his lower back. The scratches up and down his golden skin. Marks I put there.

  “And you look good enough to eat wearing my shirt.”

  Sex. On. A Stick. He was deadly. Irresistible. And I was wearing his shirt, the warmth and scent of him teasing my senses in the slight morning breeze.

  “No.” I shook my head. “No, no, no. No. This was supposed to be one night. That’s it.”

  He shrugged, the corner of his mouth tipping up. “I can drive you into town to see if the mercantile has a spare. Chances are pretty good. Or you can call it in. Either way, this—” He waved his hand between us. “—is more than just one night, princess. Just ask your pussy. She knows.”

  I nearly burst out laughing, but the urge was barely conquered by outrage. I didn’t know what he meant by the more than one night comment and I stood there, shocked into silence as I watched him walk down the dock and up the path into the woods.

  I followed, knowing standing on the dock was a complete waste of time. One night. One. Then why did my nipples tighten at the idea of one more? I tried to forget the feel of his whiskers against my breast last night. Or the way he stilled when he came for the third time, his jaw clenched and eyes closed tightly. How he had made me laugh when he flipped me over to sit on top of him, cowgirl style. Or the way we had smiled at each other afterwards and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  Nope. Definitely not thinking about any of that.

  Chapter Five

  Jack

  The drive into town was tense, to say the least. I wanted to spank Anna’s ass for trying to sneak away. What the fuck was that all about? We had a great night together and she wanted to leave without even a goodbye?

  As I gripped the steering wheel, my thoughts trailed back to the night before, to my three massive, mind-blowing orgasms. I lost count with hers, and I didn’t even try to suppress the primitive and very macho sense of satisfaction that filled me knowing I’d worked her body like a master, made her come over and over until she was putty in my hands, until she gave me everything. She fit me perfectly. We were good together and that surprised the shit out of me.