A Touch of Confidence (9 page)

“Christ, Claire,” Jack managed at last, his voice so hoarse she had no idea how he spoke at all. “You are beautiful.”

She froze.

“So…real, so fucking sexy.”

What?

His fingers grazed over her belly. “You’re every man’s fantasy.”

She turned to look at him, opening only one eye in case he was messing with her head, but he didn’t even notice. His gaze was pinned to her breasts, and his expression was one of reverence.

There was no hint of disappointment on his face. If anything, Jack seemed spellbound, entranced
—
by her. By her flawed body.

He raised his hand and covered her breast with it, his breath hissing out. “You’re all woman, Claire. A thousand wet dreams in one perfect package.” He squeezed her breast. Not hard, just enough to leave her desperate for more. “W-wanna touch you so bad.” He shook his head. “But need to taste you more.”

He tugged at the cup of her bra until her breast popped out, and then his head replaced his hand, and his mouth was on her breast, his lips tugging at her nipple.

Heat exploded in her belly.

His wet, warm tongue laved the sensitive bud, and his teeth nibbled around it. Claire arched her back, offering more of herself to his searching mouth, stunned to not only hear his admiration, but to feel it in his sensual suckling.

He freed her other breast, caressing it with his hand, stroking the nipple, teasing it into a sharp point before directing his mouth to the taut peak and cupping her other breast with his hand.

“Jack…” She couldn’t hide the astonishment in her voice, the question in her tone. Could he really desire her so?

“Mmm?” The contentment in his mumbled response was all the answer she needed.

“N-nothing.”

He released her nipple with a soft pop. “I think I’m in heaven.” He smiled up at her, his eyes cloudy with desire.

“Y-you are?”

“Mmm. Oh yeah.” He took both breasts in his hands, squeezed them together and ran his tongue from one nipple to the other. “You sound surprised.”

She didn’t answer, too shy to confess the truth.

His gaze was on her face again, clearer than it had been a few seconds ago. “Claire?” Now he was the one with a question in his tone.

She blinked and tried to twist her head away so as not to meet his prying gaze.

His question stopped her. “You have doubts that I could find you this exquisite?” He searched her eyes as though seeking the truth in their depths.

She didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want him to see her insecurities, but from his troubled expression, she suspected he’d already guessed the truth. All she could manage was a slight nod.

“Christ.” He stared at her in disbelief. “I have an erection from hell, I can’t keep my hands or mouth off you, and I’m two seconds away from tearing your skirt off and burying my cock in your incredible body, and you…you’re doubting the effect you have on me?”

She closed her eyes, unable to keep looking into his altogether too perceptive ones. “I-I’m a big woman, Jack,” she said, as if that would explain everything.

“I’m a big man, Claire. A lot bigger than you.”

“But…you’re perfect.” Ah, God. This was excruciating. “A gorgeous giant.”

“And you’re a statuesque beauty. What’s your point?”

“You don’t mind my size?”

“Mind?” His laugh was one of pure incredulity. “I fucking love it.” As if to prove his point, he buried his head between her breasts again and sucked lovingly on her nipples. “I love that I don’t have to treat you like a porcelain doll, don’t have to worry you’ll break if I kiss you too hard. And I love how damn good you taste. And feel.”

There was no point denying his actions. No one could invest himself in worshipping her like this if he didn’t feel at least some attraction.

In seconds Claire was squirming, gasping, begging for more.

Jack gave it, releasing her breasts to leave a trail of kisses down her sternum, over her belly, to the waist of her skirt. He swirled his tongue just above her navel.

His hand found the hem of her skirt and pushed it over her thighs until cool air brushed the juncture of her legs.

“
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
”

Claire forced her fears and inhibitions aside. Forced herself to simply relish the pleasure of being touched by this man, adored by him. “You’re quoting Shakespeare?” she asked on a breathless laugh.

“I am. For two reasons.” He skimmed his hand over her left thigh. “One, so you never forget how truly stunning you are.” His finger touched her panties, and Claire almost stopped breathing. “And two, to remind you that I’m not the ruthless property manager you think I am. There’s more to me than leases and shop viewings.” He raised his head to stare down at her exposed legs, and again the breath hissed from his lips, feathering over her skin, making her shiver.

“You’re a teacher too. I haven’t forgotten.” She hadn’t forgotten a single thing about him. Doubted she ever would.

“Good. Then know this is not about getting you to take a shop you don’t want. It’s not about distracting you from the other shop either. It’s about you and me. Claire and Jack, and the attraction that neither of us seems able to deny.”

“I…I can’t deny anything when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m breakfast.”

He shook his head. “Not breakfast. Not even a summer’s day.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
.”

“Than breakfast or a summer’s day?”

“Than anything I’ve ever seen on earth.” This time when he lowered his head, it wasn’t to suck on her nipples. His mouth landed firmly on her panties, exactly where her clit pulsed against the silk.

Jack pressed a soft kiss there, and Claire jerked with pleasure.

He buried his nose against her clit and inhaled, then groaned, a sound mixed with pain and exhilaration. “Fuck, you smell good.”

Liquid heat pooled between Claire’s legs, and she pushed her thighs open, giving up any thought of denying him access. How could she push him away when he made her body weep and her heart stutter?

How could she push anyone away when he looked at her like Jack did? When the hunger in his gaze was almost as arousing as the temptation of his lips?

“Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date.”

He opened his mouth and sucked her clit over her panties.

Claire gave up thinking at all. Between Shakespeare and Jack, she was a trembling sack of aroused female hormones. She dropped her head to the floor, closed her eyes and relished his sinful attack.

Big? Okay, yes. Claire was not small and fragile. Didn’t mean she wasn’t the sexiest woman Jack had ever met
—
ever had the pleasure of kissing. She deserved to have the beauty of the old bard’s words showered down on her.

“Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And oft’ is his gold complexion dimmed;”

Settling on his knees between her legs, he slipped his finger beneath the silk of her panties and tugged them aside, exposing her sweet pussy to his mouth.

He loved her size. Loved that he didn’t have to wrap her in cotton wool for fear of hurting her. In his haste to get close to her, he’d tackled her to the floor, for God’s sake. Twice.

It wasn’t just a pleasant change to have a woman who could cope with his size. It was a huge fucking turn on.

Jack feasted on her clit, licking it, sucking it, kissing it and licking all over again. He did the same with her slit, spreading her pussy lips with his thumbs and licking at her juices.

“And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed;”

It was hard not to notice how incredibly Claire responded to his words. Every time he quoted Shakespeare, she got a little wetter. This time she let out a choked sob and squeezed him with her thighs, the satiny soft flesh pressing against his ears. Yes, Claire was a substantial woman, but that just gave him more of her to appreciate.

“But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,”

Fuck, he struggled to talk, struggled to move his mouth far enough away from her to let the words out. He loved her taste, loved her response. Loved how she’d forgotten her shyness and inhibitions and just given herself over to his touch.

His own arousal inched up another notch—if that was possible. He was so turned on, so hot, his cock ached like the devil. If he could, he’d unzip his pants, free his cock and palm himself, just to get some relief. But this wasn’t about him. This was about Claire. About making her feel as beautiful as he thought she was.

“Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to Time thou growest.”

He dragged his tongue from her clit, over her pussy and down, almost reaching her hidden rosette.

She froze. Her soft moans quieted. Even her breath was silenced. But she didn’t object.

Jack grinned to himself, and wrapped that observation safely away for another time. Then he repeated the action, over and over and over, waiting for her breath to catch again and for her cries of pleasure to fill the room.

He didn’t have to wait long. Her body stiffened beneath his hands. Her hips jerked against his face and she was coming. All around his tongue.

Her body convulsed in small sharp jolts and her thighs pinned his head to her pussy.

Jack licked her through her climax, tasting her pleasure, his cock throbbing in time to her release, desperate for release of his own. Long seconds passed as Claire’s orgasm rippled through her. Long satisfying, frustrating seconds for Jack.

He wished he could see her face, her expression, look into her eyes. Wished he could show her his own satisfaction, his triumph in her release. But most of all he simply enjoyed her climax.

And when finally her hips dropped to the ground, her thighs slackened and she tugged on his hair, pulling him away from her pulsing pussy, he raised his shoulders, stared into her dazed eyes as he’d wanted to and said,

“So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

Claire’s body shuddered again in what Jack suspected might be another tiny orgasm.

Still trembling, and with the exquisite vibrations of ecstasy rippling through her, Claire looked at the man who’d just taken her to new heights, and thought she might faint from bliss.

His lips were wet with her juices, and as her gaze settled on them, he wiped his mouth with a long finger, then sucked the finger clean. “Mmmm.”

Claire couldn’t talk. Didn’t have the breath. Instead she tugged on his hair, pulling him closer. Soon as she could reach his arms, she tugged on those and then grabbed his hips and pulled him forward to exactly where she wanted him. Straddling her chest.

His eyes darkened as he looked down at her face, and his lower lip dropped open, emitting another hiss of air
—
a sound she was fast growing addicted to.

She would have smiled up at him, but forgot to when she got lost in his expression. As her fingers worked feverishly on his belt, tugging it open, struggling with his button and then yanking down his zip, her mind read a hundred emotions in his eyes.

Satisfaction, hunger, lust, happiness, frustration, contentment, delight, greed, need…

She stopped evaluating when her hands found his cock and freed it from the confines of his cotton boxers. Jack helped with this, pushing down his pants so she had easy access to both his impressive erection and tight balls.

He swore softly as she tentatively wrapped one hand around his thick shaft and caressed his scrotum with the other.

“Tighter,” he demanded, and she closed her fist around him. “Yeah, beautiful. Like that.”

His approval increased her confidence, and she held him a little more firmly still, pumping him with her fist.

Drops of pre-come beaded on his slit.

Claire raised her head and laved them away, the tang of his desire coating her tongue. God, he tasted good. Felt good too. Silky soft skin stretched taut over iron hardness.

She parted her lips, taking his cockhead into her mouth, testing its girth, running her tongue around and around, until he groaned and hitched his hips, guiding a little more of his length into her mouth.

She dropped her head back to the floor, tugging at his thighs, and he leaned over her, taking the strain off her neck.

It was all Claire needed. She gorged on him, taking as much of his length as she could manage, sucking him in deep, enveloping him with her cheeks and tongue, and releasing him in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Christ, Claire,” he groaned. “What you do to me…” He dropped forward, stretching over her, taking his weight on his arms, as though doing pushups, and Claire half wished she could see his upper body, watch the muscles in his arms and shoulders flex and bulge. Only half wished, because nothing on God’s earth was getting her mouth off his cock. Nothing was stopping her from giving him as much pleasure as he’d given her.