Body Contact (Hands On #2)
kiss on her forehead, and whispered, “I’ll be right back.”
    He took off down the hall, and she heard water running in her bathroom. What the heck was he doing? He came back, settled himself beside her, and placed a warm washcloth over her sex. It felt incredible. Her heart pinched at that small affectionate gesture.
    Questioning eyes met hers. “Feel good?”
    “Really good.”
    His smile was full of tenderness and warmth. “Let’s get you untied.”
    He reached up and released her hands, rubbing her wrists where they were a bit red from all her squirming. He helped her remove her open blouse and take her bra off, leaving her completely naked. Shifting beside her, he pulled her to him and covered them both up. She snuggled in and placed her hand on his chest, feeling warm and content in his arms. He brushed her hair back, and there was a hitch in his voice when he said, “You came for me again.”
    “I know.” She might be naive in the ways of sex, but she was pretty sure it was her turn to pleasure him. “Jack.”
    “Yeah.”
    She marched her fingers down his chest until she reached his belt buckle, but he captured her hand and held it. “I’d like to do the same for you. To return the favor.” She listened to his throat work and angled her head to look at him. “Do you want me to do that?”
    “More than fucking life itself. I can’t wait to feel that hot mouth of yours on my cock.” She made a move, but he stopped her. “Just not tonight, okay?”
    “But I want to. I want to see what it’s like.” She freed her hand and curled her finger around his nipple. He flinched beneath her, and she pressed her mouth to his chest, enjoying the salty taste of his skin. Wanting to talk to him openly and honestly, the way he talked to her, she added, “I actually want to taste you and feel your cock in my mouth and hands.”
    “More research?” he said, sounding like he’d just eaten a bucket of nails.
    She hid a smile, liking that she could do this to him. “Yeah,” she answered, then considered it deeper. Sure, there was a part of her that wanted to do this for research, but there was also a big part that just wanted to taste and touch him, to pleasure him for no other reason than to make him feel good.
    He growled and shifted to face her. He cursed under his breath and grabbed his knee. “Shit.”
    Worry clutched her gut. “Oh, no. What happened?”
    “I probably should have gone easier on it, but the second I found myself between your legs, I couldn’t think about anything else. Not when you tasted so fucking sweet. And then when you came for me. The way you clenched so hard around my finger. Holy fuck. It was all worth it. ”
    She felt her cheeks heat up. When he said things like that, it did the strangest things to her. “I’ll get ice.”
    He nodded. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”
    She tossed the blankets off and was hit with a measure of embarrassment when she found herself standing before him naked, even after everything they’d just done. Feeling his eyes on her, she glanced over her shoulder and found him grinning like the damn cat that swallowed the canary.
    She glared at him.
    “What?” he asked, his voice laced with humor.
    Oh, she was so onto him. She didn’t know whether to laugh or throw something at him. She put a hand on her hip. “Do you really need ice or did you just want to see me walk around naked?”
    He burst out laughing. “Both.” The twisting of his body hurt his knee again. He winced and shifted, straightening it out on the bed.
    She rolled her eyes and grabbed her robe. “Serves you right.” Danielle hurried to her kitchen, wet a cloth, and filled it with ice. Then she rushed to the bathroom for a washcloth and warmed it. When she got back to the room, she found Jack lying flat, his hand under his head as he looked at her ceiling, deep in thought, as if something was bothering him.
    “You’re going to have to take your pants off.”
    He pushed

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