When she woke, things were pretty fuzzy. She had probably had too much to drink, and come to think of it, had hardly eaten anything the last few days. But she had actually slept quite well and was thankful for finally getting a good night’s sleep. But as she took a deep breath, a familiar smell reached her nose. Jack. The memories of the previous day came rushing back and she shifted to look at the man sound asleep beside her.
She had missed him since leaving him on the airfield, but her father had been a lot to handle and had kept her pretty busy. And then they had arrived home. She shook her head...she didn’t want to start crying thinking about the last couple of weeks. Instead, she wanted to focus on the still fully clothed man in her bed.
Leaning over him slightly, she brushed a stray curl off his forehead. He didn’t move. She couldn’t blame him for sleeping, a boat trip wasn’t nearly as relaxing as you would think, and he was probably exhausted. So she just stared at him. God he looked good. His hair was a little longer than she remembered and travel on the boat had given him a bit more of a tan.
Her fingers had traveled down his face and were resting on his chest, the top few buttons on his dress shirt undone. She felt the need building within her as her eyes trailed down his body, the blanket not doing much to cover either of them. Her fingers tingled with the desire to continue where her eyes had landed.
She felt his body tense just before she heard her name in a hoarse whisper. She shifted her gaze away from the now growing tent in his pants to his face. She couldn’t help but lick her lips, her eyelids heavy.
He had followed her to London after all. In a swift movement, she straddled him, and for the briefest of seconds, she was worried that this wasn’t what he wanted. But it was quickly washed away as his hand came up to pull her head down to kiss him. Her hips ground into his pelvis and she felt him moan into her mouth. She felt his other hand cup her assーpulling her closer to his growing erectionーas the kiss intensified.
“You have far too many clothes on,” she whispered breathlessly when she finally had to pull away. Her hands frantically pulling at the buttons on his shirt. Before she realized what was happening, she was on her back and he was leaning over her.
“Maybe you should worry about your own clothes and let me worry about mine since you’re obviously struggling with them.”
The glee in his eyes made her giggle. This was going to be fun.