Chapter 5

JACK

Abby has that look on her face, the one that unnerves Jack to his core. It's like she can read his mind, every thought, every emotion. Jack damns this course. He meant it to be sweet, to be a way of saying I remember everything between us, but the old Jack didn't realize how deep his feelings for Abby went. He was reckless and stupid. The memory of that night flared to life in his mind in vivid detail - the rage in Abby's eyes as her gaze burned a hole in his face, the way she grabbed his collar and stuffed the cold ice pop down his shirt, the way she turned and ran before he could see her cry. Jack's heart falls into the pit of his stomach with the memory.

What Abby didn't know was that he had chased after her. Jack left his date alone for so long that he was certain she'd be gone when he went back. He didn't want to continue the night, he just didn't want to go home yet. Jack didn't understand Abby's idealized version of sex. To Jack, it was a game. Sex was fun, a way to relieve the tension that lined his body. Some days, he felt like he couldn't handle himself. He wanted to punch in lockers and fight with any guy who looked at him wrong. When he was around Abby and she was on her chastity kick, it just made him nuts. If she had said something even once that made him think that she wanted him, Jack wouldn't have been able to control himself. That's why he'd said those things that night. Jack had watched Abby dancing with that guy. The way he had been looking at Abby was the same way Jack did. Jack knew that look. Jack responded by pulling Carlie closer to him and lowering his hands onto her butt. Just when he did it, Abby looked over at him. Her shy eyes darted away. More than anything, Jack wanted to be holding Abby, but things didn't work out that way. It would be years before it worked out that way. Instead, Jack had continued to eat his foot as Abby continued to be pure.

He lost his mind that night and said things he shouldn't have said. Then, when Jack got back to the dance, he was such a mess and Carlie was there asking about his shirt and where he was - when she offered to do it with him, Jack followed her in a daze and did what she wanted. But he never felt whole. It was just to pass the time.

The look on Abby's face now alarms him. Jack didn't want to get into his past.

When she speaks, he nearly dies. "So, the popsicle...did that work?"

Jack couldn't help it. He grins at her. "Did it work? No, it was ice." If he didn't know better, Jack would have thought Abby looked disappointed. "What's going on in that mind of yours?"

Abby shrugs and pops another bite into her mouth. "It is cold," she says, moving the piece of frozen fudge between her lips. She holds it there for a moment, looking at him, before swallowing it. "I've heard that cold can feel good."

"Where'd you hear that?" Jack is grinning at her. He can't believe she isn't mad. Jack plays with an imaginary spot on the table and glances up at her with hope filling his chest. Maybe she won't say no later. Maybe...

"Around," she says coyly, glancing up at him. Jack's eyes move to meet her gaze, but get stuck on her body. Her breasts are beautiful and full. That dress pushes them up toward him, making him forget what he was going to say. Abby leans back and the plate is removed from in front of her.

"You amaze me."

"Because I think food is sexy?" she asks, smiling. Abby leans forward and weaves her fingers together before resting her chin on top. She winks at him. That wink is a direct line to his pants. Jack thought he knew what he was doing, but resisting her now is just as hard as it was in high school. He would give anything to have her at this moment. All he can think of is holding her in his arms and feeling her breath against his chest. There's something about her that calls to him. He wanted to deny it, to offer her the chance to live the life she'd chosen, but Jack was weak. He couldn't let her walk out of his life again.

He laughs. "Yes, that is the sole reason for my statement. Your sexual fascination with food is alluring. I have to have you. Now." Jack means what he says, but makes it sound like he's only playing. Any sexual fascination that Abby has fascinates him. Jack knows that he'll do anything she wants, but Abby isn't there yet. This is still new to her and Jack doesn't want to rush her.

Abby picks up a carrot stick from the center of the table and licks it before putting it between her lips. She pulls it out slowly. "I heard carrots are fun too."

"Who have you been talking to?" Jack's pulse is pounding. The pressure in his pants is becoming too demanding to ignore. Jack presses his eyes closed, trying to force the bulge in his pants back down.

She laughs. "Kate. Who else would I hear this stuff from?" She dips the carrot and slips it in her mouth again. When she pulls it out slowly, Jack feels himself harden again.

"Did she tell you what happens when you tease your lover in a public place?" Jack teases. It's something he wants, that he hopes she'll accept about him. Everything about this place is perfect. Just looking at Abby makes him hard. When she plays like this, Jack nearly loses his mind.

Abby giggles. "You wouldn't." She puts the carrot down and leans forward. Her chest presses hard against the neckline of her dress, making his eyes drift below her face.

"Try me, Mrs. Gray. I would love to do unspeakable things to you in here."

Abby's face reddens and she looks away. Jack's heart falls a little bit. She needs more time. It's not fair to ask this of her so soon.

Chapter 6

ABBY

When Jack says that he would take me here and now, my face flames. I look away, unable to match the intensity of his gaze. My stomach twists as I imagine myself, naked on the table with Jack thrusting into me. Am I that kind of a woman? I don't know.

I look up at Jack and decide not to tempt him again. I was just playing with the carrot, not realizing the effect it would have on him. I wonder if it's really that erotic, if he's hard watching me. The thoughts make me wish we were in our room where I could slip my hand over him and find out. I smile faintly at him, like I'm a good girl, like I'm not a lusty lunatic thinking about reaching under the table and groping him.

As the courses continue, they contain both food that I liked in high school and some things that Jack's noticed I enjoy now. Each one has a story, a memory that makes me smile. He replays our relationship in this dinner, course by course, until the end. When dessert is served, it's little cups of colored pudding served with a chocolate paintbrush. I nearly die. I smile widely at him as the waiter sets the plates in front of us. I can barely stay on my side of the table. I want to get up and wrap my arms around him. We eat the sweet treat in silence. I have such an enormous pressure on my chest that words won't come. When I pull the little chocolate brush from the cup, I lick it in long slow strokes before sucking all the pudding off the tip.

Jack watches me do it, his eyes darkening. I remember his warning and part of me wants to know if he's serious. I'm smiling softly as I nibble at it, my eyes locked with his. Jack puts his spoon down and leans back in his chair. He watches me for a moment. I close my eyes and pass the little brush over my lips, inhaling deeply. My chest expands as it fills with air. The action turns me on. I'm thinking of him as I do it. When I glance at him again, it's through heavily lidded eyes.

Placing the little piece of chocolate down, I stand and walk around the table to Jack. The waiter appears and takes our plates, then is gone again. Jack's eyes watch me in that carnal way that makes my heart flutter. I mean to walk behind him and kiss his cheek, but Jack stops me. His hand juts out and reaches for my wrist. He pulls me toward him. I slip onto his lap and my question from earlier is answered. I can feel Jack's hard length beneath me. It makes my breath shudder.

Jack's dark eyes are all over my face and chest. They flick to my eyes and lips, down to my chest and back. He slips his hands around my waist and says, "That's better. We should have eaten dinner like this." Jack grins and holds me tighter, pressing the side of his face to my breasts.

I tuck my hair behind my ear and cross my ankles. There are things I want to tell him, and the words that have been building inside of me start to spill out. "I love how well you know me. I love that you thought of this, that you did it for me. I love everything about you, Jack." I smile at him and press my lips to his. It's supposed to be a chaste kiss, something light, but it's not.

Jack's hands find my face and the kiss becomes hot and heavy. His tongue licks the seam of my lips and I can't deny him. I open my mouth and feel his tongue caressing me. Jack tastes like caramel and cream  -  sweet, like our dessert. The kiss deepens and I'm no longer aware of anything but Jack. Breathing hard, he breaks the kiss.

Jack's eyes search mine, asking me, telling me that he wants me. My heart pounds harder. I glance around, looking for the waiter, but he's gone. Jack takes my chin in his hand and turns my face back to him. "Abigail, I want you here, now. Do what you feel like doing. He's not coming back."

Public displays of affection freak me out. I don't know why they do, but they do. The idea of having sex in this room makes my pulse shoot up into stroke territory, but looking at Jack, I can't deny him. I know he wants this. There's part of him that he's been hiding, part that he seems reluctant to share, like he's afraid that he'll scare me away. I want to give this to him, but I'm terrified. When I look into his eyes, they flicker like blue flames. There's heat in his gaze, a carnal desire that I want to give in to. I want to be his, the way he wants. I want to be Jack's girl and do this for him. I know there have been others. The thought flashes through my mind. I want to give him everything. I can learn to be what he needs.

I stand and turn toward Jack, lifting one leg over his lap so that I'm straddling him when I sit back down. Jack's dark gaze is hard to deny. He places his hands on my knees and slips them up my legs slowly, feeling my curves. His eyes lock with mine as he does it, pushing my skirt higher and higher until it's mostly gathered at my waist and hanging down behind me. My heart pounds harder and harder, making it impossible to breathe normally. I suck in shaky breaths as he grips my thighs. I glance up at the door, worried that we'll be interrupted.

Gently, Jack takes my face between his hands. I look down at him. "Kiss me, Abby." He's telling me what he wants. I see it in his eyes, in the way he looks at me. There's more to Jack than I know, and I want to find out what's there. I just have to have enough guts to do it. I don't think I do. My heart is pounding in my chest, beating so hard that the only thing I hear is the roaring in my ears. This is a turning point. This is something I have control over, but fear swims in my stomach. I'm so nervous about the door. What if the waiter comes back? What if Jack's wrong and people walk in?

Jack's hot gaze slides over my face, burning a trail down my neck. When he lifts his lashes to watch me, I feel like he knows every thought in my head. This is new to me, but being prude isn't. I never liked the idea of doing anything romantic in public. It seemed wrong somehow, but now that I'm here on his lap with my skirt hiked up to my waist and Jack's strong hands on my thighs...I don't know what I want. I feel conflicted, like my mind is warring with itself. What's wrong seems right. I feel my preconceived thoughts shatter as I look into Jack's eyes. The endless pools of blue search my face, hoping.

That hope spills into me. I feel it surging through my veins as it pools in my chest. I don't think. I act. I do what feels right. I could take his hand in mine and lead him back to our room. Or...

Leaning in, I press my lips to his. Gently, I brush my mouth against Jack's. He remains utterly still. I won't back down. Fear twists inside me, but I don't let it consume me. I blink slowly, watching Jack's lips, wondering how far he wants to take this. Then I lean in and kiss him again. My lips brush over Jack's and he responds this time. His lips part and he lets me in. I taste his kiss, growing more excited. His hands rub my thighs as my lips are crushed against his. I take his face in my hands, making the kiss hotter, deeper, and more intoxicating.

Soon, I am not thinking about where I am or what we're doing. I remain on his lap, our bodies locked at our lips. Jack's hands pull me closer, forcing my legs to open farther. Then he runs his hands under my thighs and cups my butt, pulling me as close to him as I can get. It feels like a thousand butterflies have been set free inside of me, tickling every inch of my middle. I wiggle on his lap, trying to ease the feeling, but that only makes me moan. I feel him when I do that. I feel how much he wants me.

Every other thought vanishes from my mind, and it's only Jack and me. I close my eyes as the kiss continues, blocking out the room. I lose myself in the moment, allowing myself to feel Jack's hands on me without being worried that someone will walk in. My skin grows slick as the room gets hotter and hotter. When I come up for air, I suck it in and go back to his mouth. We're both breathing hard, and excitedly. Jack's hands slip over my hips and run over my body; I moan softly and toss my head back. It shoots jolts of electricity through my body. His touch on my skin is magic. I can't help it.

Jack's lips fall to my neck, where he leaves a sizzling wake of steaming kisses. I hold his head to my neck, tangling my fingers in his silky hair. I breathe in deeply, enjoying the way he makes me feel. My hips tilt and I rock against him, unable to control myself. I feel his hard length beneath me. I rock again and again, not thinking, just feeling.

Jack moans as his fingers slide under the strap of my dress. It slips off of my shoulder. He looks up at me with a beautiful smile on his face. I'm not wearing a bra. Jack grins at me, delighted. Jack touches me lightly at first, his fingers moving slowly over my curves, and rounding the tip of my nipple. I watch him through hooded eyes, my lips parted. Again, I wonder how far he wants to take this. I hope I can follow. Before I have more time to think, Jack's lips tear the thoughts away. The scatter like dust. His mouth returns to mine as his fingers cup my breast. His hand closes gently, feeling the fullness of my breast in his hand. He teases me, holding me and rubbing his thumb over my sensitive flesh. I suck in a surprised breath and tense in his lap, but his kiss eases me into it. I soon forget where I am. The only thing I feel is his wanting below me, pressing hard.

The way Jack touches me brings every inch of my body to life. His fingers tease my breast, drawing out my nipple, while his tongue teases my mouth. I'm lost in lust. My entire body tingles from top to bottom. A warm glow covers my skin, making it slick. I don't care where I am or what I'm doing. Jack's making me so hot that I can't think. My eyes no longer see clearly. Everything is covered in a lusty haze.

I rock against Jack's hips, harder this time, and break the kiss. I can't breathe. I feel so hot. The delicious sensations building inside of me make me arch my back as I rock against him. Jack frees my other breast and my dress drops to my waist, where it pools between us. Jack watches for my reaction. He's waiting for me to pull the dress back up to cover my naked chest, but I want his hands on me so badly. I burn for his touch. My skin is so hot, every inch is tingling, wanting to feel his hands.

When I can't stand it anymore, I beg, "Jack, please." Closing my eyes, I through my head back. It thrusts my chest forward, closer to Jack's face. At first I only feel the cool air, but then Jack pulls me to him. His hands slip around my back and find their way to my breasts. He holds me, working the sensitive flesh in his hands. I breathe in loudly, trying to not scream out his name. Jack leans in close and I can feel his warm breath on my skin. Taking a nipple in his mouth, Jack sucks gently, nipping and pulling. His teeth graze my skin and then I feel the flick of his tongue. I gasp and he does it again. Every nip, every flick, drives me higher and higher. I hold onto his shoulders, rocking gently against his hips, wanting more - needing more - until I can't stand it.

Jack's other hand slips down my bare back and pulls my body closer to his mouth. My fingers tangle in his hair as he kisses my curves, sucking my breast. My head hangs back and I feel every inch of my body burning to have him. I need him between my legs. I want Jack inside of me. As if he can read my mind, Jack lifts me off his lap and sets me down on the table. Jack undoes his pants and frees his hard shaft while I sit topless on the table. Jack pushes his chair back, giving me room to stand. I watch him with dark eyes. Jack pulls me to my feet while he sits in the chair, and my dress drops to the floor. The only thing I'm wearing is a tiny black panty. Jack leans forward and presses his face to my stomach. I gasp as he breathes me in. His thumbs slip into my panties on either side of my hip, and with one swift movement, he takes them off. I stand before him naked. Jack is still in his clothes, white shirt still buttoned, and here I am in nothing at all. There's only one thing occupying my thoughts. I see his hard length. Looking up at him from under my lashes, I lick my lips. Jack pulls me toward him, making my heart race faster.

The way he looks at me sets me aflame. Jack takes my hips and guides me onto his lap. Every thought in my head vanishes. I feel his hard, sharp length fill me, as I lower myself onto him. My mouth opens, forming a little O, and I sigh as I take him in. Jack's hands slip down my back and to my bottom. He tilts my hips slightly and I nearly come. Gasping, I start to stand, but he pulls me back down. The movement starts my hips rocking again. I feel the tugging at my middle as unbridled lust shoots through me like flames. Jack reaches for my breasts, pulling each one into his mouth, teasing me out of my mind. He sucks ruthlessly, grazing me with his teeth. When he does it, he stills my hips so that I can't rock. His hands hold me still, not allowing me to relieve the tension building inside of me.

Sensations swirl though me and I can't sit still anymore. I reach for his hands, trying to pry his fingers from me. I'm begging. "Jack, please."

His hands shift to my ass and I rock against him so hard, so fast, that the chair starts to shift. I don't care. I feel the craving inside me. I need him. I want him. Jack moans my name and keeps me on his lap as I rock us higher and higher. His hands dig into my hips, helping me. The heat between my legs is exquisite. I can't stop. I need him. I want him to fill me, so I slam down harder and harder on his lap, feeling him deep within me. I feel so high, so close. Jack tilts his hips as I slam down and my body does what it craves. I feel myself shatter, breaking into a million happy pieces, floating in sheer bliss.

At the same time, Jack pushes into me again and again, making the delicious pulsing last longer. He's still hard inside of me. I love the feeling, but I wanted him to come with me.

Feeling intoxicated, I say, "Don't stop."

Jack's eyes are dark. Every bit of him is still aroused, still in need. Jack's voice is so deep when he speaks. It makes the spot between my legs throb. "Are you sure?" I nod and kiss him gently on the lips.

Jack lifts me off his lap. When I feel him pull out, I nearly come again. I don't realize what he's doing until he turns me to face the table and tells me to lie against the top. I bend over and feel him press against my backside. My fingers clutch the cloth. A jolt of excitement rushes through me. I'm surprised to find that I want more. As the thought fills my mind, I feel Jack ease into me. I'm still hot and slick from moments ago. He moans and says something incredibly dirty as he tries to control his thrusts. Jack moves slowly, enjoying the sensation of pushing deep into me and then pulling all the way out. I'm so sensitive that I can barely stand it, but as he does it more and more, ever so slowly, I'm sucked back into a cloud of lust. Every time I feel him press into me, I want more. Clutching the tablecloth, I lay there, not seeing anything, just feeling him push into me over and over again.

He's so slow and careful that I think he's going to wait. That's when Jack does it. He grips my shoulders hard and starts rapidly thrusting his hips, forcing his long, hard shaft in and out. I let out a rush of air as he pounds into me. The quick movement is perfect. Every time he pushes in, I can feel his body slam into mine. I clutch the edge of the table, trying to hold myself still, trying to not melt into a puddle on the floor. The heat between my legs is incredible. I feel it pulsing through me, sending that spiraling thread of desire through my body. The floating candles in the centerpiece sway back and forth in their glass bowl with each thrust of Jack's hips. I hold on tighter. Anticipating his thrusts, I push back but it still feels like Jack is restraining himself.

Breathlessly, I say, "Harder."

That frees him from holding back. Jack's body slams into mine so hard that I can no longer push back. He's not the gentle lover that I've had so many times on this trip. Jack's hands drop back to my hips as he hammers into me more fiercely than he's ever done before. I feel him within me, pushing deeper, wanting more. I've never felt something like this. It feels wrong... and perfect.

There's a raw edge to Jack that I'd not noticed before. The way he dominates me, the way he takes what he wants makes me wonder what other fantasies are in his head. Jack acts differently. I'm no longer a glass doll that will break in his hands. I'm his lover, the woman that can be anything he needs. I feel my body defy me. That pulsing begins again and clutches Jack hard, pulling his length into me. I yell his name as I come. It pushes him over the top.

"Oh God, Abby." Jack slams into me, and then stops suddenly before doing it twice more, coming with each delicious thrust. Jack stills before he pulls out, savoring the pulsing sensation. He leans close to my ear and whispers, "I love you."

When he pulls away, I nearly fall to the floor, but his hands are there. Jack pulls me to him and sits in the chair, gathering me in his lap. Jack is clothed and I'm not. I have such a nice, happy, floaty feeling that I don't care.