Falling For Jack by Christina Carlisle Page A

moment, he would readily have given his life for her.
    “Let’s go inside.”
    She lay on the bed in the room she had been using. He was intensely aware she had placed her trust in him, a stranger. He wasn’t about to let her down.
    The daylight had faded and Jack switched on the bedside light creating a soft glow over their features. Sitting next to her, he leaned down and kissed her. Her lips were warm and sweet on his as he lingered, savoring her taste. He pulled her top over her head revealing her lacy bra and placed tiny kisses along her slender neck to the curve of her breast.
    “Jack, I’m nervous,” she said as he undid her bra and released her breasts to his view.
    “Don’t be.” He traced a fingertip across her lips. “Concentrate on how I make you feel.”
    With his tongue he caressed her pink nipples and then slid one hand across her taut stomach to the swell of her hip, touching and soothing. He explored her hardening nipples and suckled first one and then the other breast, causing her body to arch. She moaned and moved her body beneath him.
    Slowly he removed her slacks and panties. Her body glistened like ivory in the soft light. “You are beautiful,” he breathed, unable to take his gaze from her.
    “Please, take off your shirt.” She fumbled with the buttons.
    He obliged and pulled her against his chest, skin-on-skin, as he continued to awaken the flames within her, kissing his way across her ribs and flat stomach. He moved to her feet and legs, caressing every part of her until she whimpered with cries of pleasure. She reached for the belt of his shorts and he helped push them aside. In awe, she touched his erect shaft, her hands trembling as she explored him.
    “Will you make love to me?” she pleaded.
    He shook his head. “Not that way, sweetheart. But, like this.” He touched the very core of her womanhood with gentle fingers, massaging the sensitive nub until she gasped. Then he placed his mouth where his fingers had readied her, tasting the love that flowed from her. With his tongue and lips he continued to stroke her sex, his heart pounding as she trembled and cried out as she climaxed violently beneath him. He held her tightly as the tremors continued to shake her and then she was still.
    She pressed a kiss against his chest. “I’ve never done that before,” she murmured.
    “And believe or not, you’re still a virgin.”
    “Yes.”
    “It’s as well we made love as we did,” he said, kissing her mouth.
    “Don’t you think it weird? I’m twenty-four years old, Jack. Nearly all my friends are in sexual relationships.”
    “No. I don’t think it weird. But, you would have regretted losing your virginity to me, a stranger who you will never see again. It’s a good job I didn’t have any condoms here because I swear, I would have taken you.”
    She blushed at his directness. “What about you? You gave me pleasure but…”
    “I’m fine,” he broke in, lying through his teeth. Christ! She had no idea how much he’d wanted her. “I can’t ask for anything more than having you come apart in my arms as you did.”
    “Will you sleep with me tonight? Will you hold me and touch me?”
    He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. “I must be an absolute glutton for punishment but yes, okay.” He cupped her breasts with his hands as he spoke. “I might need to take a few cold showers,” he added as his mouth closed over one pert nipple.
    Lara woke at sometime in the night. She wasn’t sure what time it was but she remembered she hadn’t written in her journal. She lay in the darkness for a few minutes relishing the feel of Jack’s arms around her. Carefully wriggling free, she searched for and found her journal in her case and took it into the living room so she didn’t wake him.
    She switched on a lamp and settled in the armchair by the empty fireplace and wrote.
     
    Dear Diary,
    So much has happened I don’t know where to begin. I disliked—no, hated Jack—but