Chapter 42
A part of her wouldn’t have minded if Jack flipped them over, because her muscles were already turning to water, and she didn’t know how long her strength would last. But another part of her relished having complete control over each long, slow stroke.
Jack cupped her breast, long fingers tracing idle patterns around her nipple. She thought he might have a more coordinated attack, but the effects of their long strokes were already obvious. His throat worked almost continuously, words of encouragement flowing in a broken stream, and every once in a while, his hips would jerk, rise up to meet hers as if to prompt her to move faster.
It didn’t take long for him to abandon his hold on her hips completely. Jack wrapped his arm around Amanda’s back and pulled her flush against his chest, crushing her to him as his mouth sought hers.
“Love you,” he breathed in between kisses. “God, so much.”
“Love you, too. Always. God…Jack.”