Chapter Thirteen
She showed him, it was her last choice, out of lie, run, tell and show. It was all she had left, so she took it. She snaked a hand up and around to the back of his neck, just where the hair stopped, where the skin was sensitive. She gave him to time to dodge, no time to speak, no time to subdue, just moving forward, towards him, her eyes closed and her mind whirling out of control as she tried to find reason for her actions. She expected him to throw her off him the minute she got too close but he didn't.
This kiss was different from the soft, undemanding kiss of before, this one was passionate and fast from the word go. Irina wasn't going to waste time seeing how he would react, she wanted to see how she would react, and, in the name of self exploration, for that one moment, she let her heart control her body.
Jack saw her coming and for some reason, he didn't want to stop her, didn't want to avoid it, he wanted to see what it was like, so her let her do what she wanted.
Her lips crushed his as they landed, hard and fast, her nose skimming past his on her right as she kissed him, the angle perfect, her lower lip planted firmly between his, the hand at the nape of his neck, angling his head down, forcing him to welcome her. Surprisingly for both, he did. Opening his mouth almost immediately and kissing her back with as much passion as she though she had, perhaps more. It was astonishing; electricity seemed to have encompassed them both, tiny jolts running through their very blood and bones as she found his hands on her hips.
He broke away for a second, his chest heaving just millimetres from her own, she grinned at him, sucking in a breath and was ready with some testing comment, something to attack, something to excuse her for her sudden rush. She had them ready, dozens of cruel words lined up, but she didn't get to use them; Jack's lips coming at hers this time as he dived back in, the feeling of her was so seductive and fervent that it was addictive, something no man, in particular this man, could ever pull away from.
His hands moved up from her slim hips to where her body curved in at the waist, the skin taunt and perfect, squeezing roughly but not in a painful way, just pulling her to him, drawing her closer and closer until the heat from each others still not touching skin was almost unbearable. He kissed her, his tongue delving in and out and he explored the territory he'd once known so well and was now committed to remembering to detail. She puled back a moment, her breath shorter and faster than she'd ever experienced on a mission. She gulped down the air as though it were water before looking him the eye.
All she saw was raw hunger, desire, nothing of hatred or a scowl and then she had no more time to analyse as his lips crashed back down on hers, his hands finding their way under her shirt and moving up to the centre of her back, pushing her quickly into him, harder and harder until he could feel her body against his from her feet up to where their lips were still locked.
Irina couldn't ignore it any longer, she'd scarcely been able to stop herself from whimpering under Jack's touch, her dormant hand suddenly snaked up and over his shoulder, her fingers weaving through his hair. And then he pulled back, not for lack of breath, but to study her, his eyes still filled with desire and his hands never leaving her back. She breathed heavily, there was nothing she could say, nothing she could do, just stare back and, she hoped, he would see what in her what he wanted to see.
He shook his head slightly, still unable to find a reason and gave in again, seeing Irina as breathless and shocked as he, he could swallow only once before letting his lips tentatively brush over the this woollen material that covered her shoulder. Even with the barrier, it sent shivers down her spine. He heard her sigh and grinned, god knew why, but he did, he smiled, his lips still against the slightly itchy material.
Irina felt a rush of air against her and arched her back defensively as she found herself pinned with her back against the wall. Momentarily, she wondered how he'd done that, but then one of his hands left her back and she felt it, landing near her neck, mirroring the position her hand had on his neck. His lisp came back in and she kissed back harder, the initial shock leaving, the sensation remaining. The hand grazed her ear as it passed, stopping on her shoulder, his thumb finding the hollow of her neck through the material and his fingers working their way under the loosely wrapped scarf.
He was good at this. When they'd been married, he'd always had a way with his hands, but never like this. Irina almost let loose a deep moan, the only thing stopping her being pure willpower, as the scarf became looser and fell to the ground. She bit her tongue hard, to stop the following noises as Jack's mouth moved to concentrate on the sensitive he knew she was partial to that lay behind her ear, her hands slackening as she leaned back against the wall, on foot raised against it to give her extra balance. His hands continued to work, agonisingly slowly on her neck, the scarf forgotten at the ground but the tight jacket she always wore at the cell still restricting him. She silently thanked god that she had forgotten to grab the sweater Sydney had given her, on the way out of the restaurant.
Her fingers worked at his head and try as she might, she couldn't stop herself from pushing his mouth closer to her neck, all thoughts of why she shouldn't be doing this gone from her mind as she struggled not to lose all self control. Jack let his tongue flick over the pressure point, eliciting a slight jerk from the woman in front of him as he knew she fought back a moan. Long ago had he given up ever understanding what or why he was doing this and now it was just that he was doing this, aiming for things, to make her moan, to make her say it, to make her weaken, that was the only reason he continued. There was no longer an illusion of manipulation or to gain trust, he just did it because it was right.
His fingers finally found what they'd been aiming for and his lips left her neck, trailing, hovering a centimetre from the skin down to where the material stopped him from getting any access to anything further. Her skin should have been freezing, she shouldn't have been able to feel her skin, the cold rain and the freezing wind should have combined to chill every part of her skin stupid enough to expose itself. Instead, the skin exposed, the skin getting attention from Jack's hands and mouth was in danger of contracting burns. She felt like she was on fire, it was a magnificent feeling that she wasn't going to stop and so when the hand that remained on her back lifted to unzip the jacket, she made no move to stop him.
His fingers crept under the material at her shoulder and along with his hands she shrugged it off, revealing the white tank top she wore underneath. This left her arms and most of her shoulders completely bare and she could feel his eyes appreciating them before he tenderly nuzzled her shoulder, the passion building and Irina's hands moving down to wrap around his neck as his tongue swiped at the sensitive skin. She drew him back up to her mouth, kissing him hard, once twice, the passion still building as his hands ran up and down her back, eventually finding the courage to run over her taunt abdomen and up to under her arms where they worked at drawing her ever closer, the wall the only thing stopping her from falling at the sensation.
Another feverish to the mouth, tongues given only seconds to explore before Jack pulled back and passionately laid kisses along her jaw line. She bit her tongue, her head lolling back at the pleasure. "Jack," mumbled, too soft for her voice and almost ending with a moan as she clamped her mouth shut, letting him lift her head to get to the white skin just below her jaw. He kissed it and she had to gulp again before continuing, her voice harder but still half way to a moan, "This is insane."
He pulled back a second, only taking the time to glance up at her to see if she'd returned to her normal smugness and was no longer feeling as hot as he, one glimpse of her flushed face told him she had not and he pulled her back to him, ravaging her neck as he mumbled against her skin, his voice exasperated and rasping, "You don't think I know that?"
Irina giggled for a second, his breath getting her right behind the ear and his words so unlike him that she couldn't stop her self until it was too late, though she didn't regret it as Jack turned his attention up to that very spot, knowing it was obviously an easy target. She waited a few seconds, trying again not to let herself moan, to whimper, "When we get back I have to go back into my cell."
He cut her off, his voice louder and impatient, but still as though he found the noise a waste of breath, "I know, and if anyone finds out we did this, I'll probably be joining you."
She grinned at him, unable to help herself to a go at quick wit, "Would that be so bad." It sounded like he growled, but she wouldn't have bet on it, as he ignored the words, bringing his mouth back up to hers, kissing her deeply, his mind working overtime to stop him from pushing this all to far. Already he was way out of line. But all he wanted was to here her moan, to here her admit it, that was his aim. Stupid considering he would, in ten minute's time, be claiming to hate the woman, but right then, that was his only objective in life.
Irina's head lolled back again as he continued to work at her and for a second she almost forgot to keep her mouth shut, grinning hysterically as she regained control but the smile disappeared as she felt his teeth against the skin that covered the muscle that joined her shoulder to her neck. She felt it shudder on it's own and bit her tongue. He'd known it the minute he laid his lips on it, this was the best spot, the easiest way to make her moan; he nibbled a little then scrapped his teeth along it, feeling her left hand join her right in his hair. He smiled against her skin, biting down as he found the pulse point and ginning in triumph as she let loose a low, incredible moan that originated somewhere deep in her throat.
He would have gone on had he not felt a presence behind him. He stopped, mad for the interruption, glancing up to Irina who was staring over his shoulder, still red and her head totally soaked from the rain. He turned and looked, his face falling as the moment was broken, reality washing back over him as he saw Sydney standing up against the other wall, staring at them, completely shocked, her mouth wide along with her eyes as she locked eyes with her father's.
Ahem, well, basically I posted two chapters last night but then realised that I should split them, so here is still a new chapter. I've decided on two updates a day, despite the fact that I have quite a bit ready to go, on the basis that two gets replies as much as four and basically, once I go back to school, writing time will be denied, massively. Anyway, what do you think, personally, I would love to just be able to write scenes just like this one, but there is that little matter called plot. But I just love it. Read and Review!!
She showed him, it was her last choice, out of lie, run, tell and show. It was all she had left, so she took it. She snaked a hand up and around to the back of his neck, just where the hair stopped, where the skin was sensitive. She gave him to time to dodge, no time to speak, no time to subdue, just moving forward, towards him, her eyes closed and her mind whirling out of control as she tried to find reason for her actions. She expected him to throw her off him the minute she got too close but he didn't.
This kiss was different from the soft, undemanding kiss of before, this one was passionate and fast from the word go. Irina wasn't going to waste time seeing how he would react, she wanted to see how she would react, and, in the name of self exploration, for that one moment, she let her heart control her body.
Jack saw her coming and for some reason, he didn't want to stop her, didn't want to avoid it, he wanted to see what it was like, so her let her do what she wanted.
Her lips crushed his as they landed, hard and fast, her nose skimming past his on her right as she kissed him, the angle perfect, her lower lip planted firmly between his, the hand at the nape of his neck, angling his head down, forcing him to welcome her. Surprisingly for both, he did. Opening his mouth almost immediately and kissing her back with as much passion as she though she had, perhaps more. It was astonishing; electricity seemed to have encompassed them both, tiny jolts running through their very blood and bones as she found his hands on her hips.
He broke away for a second, his chest heaving just millimetres from her own, she grinned at him, sucking in a breath and was ready with some testing comment, something to attack, something to excuse her for her sudden rush. She had them ready, dozens of cruel words lined up, but she didn't get to use them; Jack's lips coming at hers this time as he dived back in, the feeling of her was so seductive and fervent that it was addictive, something no man, in particular this man, could ever pull away from.
His hands moved up from her slim hips to where her body curved in at the waist, the skin taunt and perfect, squeezing roughly but not in a painful way, just pulling her to him, drawing her closer and closer until the heat from each others still not touching skin was almost unbearable. He kissed her, his tongue delving in and out and he explored the territory he'd once known so well and was now committed to remembering to detail. She puled back a moment, her breath shorter and faster than she'd ever experienced on a mission. She gulped down the air as though it were water before looking him the eye.
All she saw was raw hunger, desire, nothing of hatred or a scowl and then she had no more time to analyse as his lips crashed back down on hers, his hands finding their way under her shirt and moving up to the centre of her back, pushing her quickly into him, harder and harder until he could feel her body against his from her feet up to where their lips were still locked.
Irina couldn't ignore it any longer, she'd scarcely been able to stop herself from whimpering under Jack's touch, her dormant hand suddenly snaked up and over his shoulder, her fingers weaving through his hair. And then he pulled back, not for lack of breath, but to study her, his eyes still filled with desire and his hands never leaving her back. She breathed heavily, there was nothing she could say, nothing she could do, just stare back and, she hoped, he would see what in her what he wanted to see.
He shook his head slightly, still unable to find a reason and gave in again, seeing Irina as breathless and shocked as he, he could swallow only once before letting his lips tentatively brush over the this woollen material that covered her shoulder. Even with the barrier, it sent shivers down her spine. He heard her sigh and grinned, god knew why, but he did, he smiled, his lips still against the slightly itchy material.
Irina felt a rush of air against her and arched her back defensively as she found herself pinned with her back against the wall. Momentarily, she wondered how he'd done that, but then one of his hands left her back and she felt it, landing near her neck, mirroring the position her hand had on his neck. His lisp came back in and she kissed back harder, the initial shock leaving, the sensation remaining. The hand grazed her ear as it passed, stopping on her shoulder, his thumb finding the hollow of her neck through the material and his fingers working their way under the loosely wrapped scarf.
He was good at this. When they'd been married, he'd always had a way with his hands, but never like this. Irina almost let loose a deep moan, the only thing stopping her being pure willpower, as the scarf became looser and fell to the ground. She bit her tongue hard, to stop the following noises as Jack's mouth moved to concentrate on the sensitive he knew she was partial to that lay behind her ear, her hands slackening as she leaned back against the wall, on foot raised against it to give her extra balance. His hands continued to work, agonisingly slowly on her neck, the scarf forgotten at the ground but the tight jacket she always wore at the cell still restricting him. She silently thanked god that she had forgotten to grab the sweater Sydney had given her, on the way out of the restaurant.
Her fingers worked at his head and try as she might, she couldn't stop herself from pushing his mouth closer to her neck, all thoughts of why she shouldn't be doing this gone from her mind as she struggled not to lose all self control. Jack let his tongue flick over the pressure point, eliciting a slight jerk from the woman in front of him as he knew she fought back a moan. Long ago had he given up ever understanding what or why he was doing this and now it was just that he was doing this, aiming for things, to make her moan, to make her say it, to make her weaken, that was the only reason he continued. There was no longer an illusion of manipulation or to gain trust, he just did it because it was right.
His fingers finally found what they'd been aiming for and his lips left her neck, trailing, hovering a centimetre from the skin down to where the material stopped him from getting any access to anything further. Her skin should have been freezing, she shouldn't have been able to feel her skin, the cold rain and the freezing wind should have combined to chill every part of her skin stupid enough to expose itself. Instead, the skin exposed, the skin getting attention from Jack's hands and mouth was in danger of contracting burns. She felt like she was on fire, it was a magnificent feeling that she wasn't going to stop and so when the hand that remained on her back lifted to unzip the jacket, she made no move to stop him.
His fingers crept under the material at her shoulder and along with his hands she shrugged it off, revealing the white tank top she wore underneath. This left her arms and most of her shoulders completely bare and she could feel his eyes appreciating them before he tenderly nuzzled her shoulder, the passion building and Irina's hands moving down to wrap around his neck as his tongue swiped at the sensitive skin. She drew him back up to her mouth, kissing him hard, once twice, the passion still building as his hands ran up and down her back, eventually finding the courage to run over her taunt abdomen and up to under her arms where they worked at drawing her ever closer, the wall the only thing stopping her from falling at the sensation.
Another feverish to the mouth, tongues given only seconds to explore before Jack pulled back and passionately laid kisses along her jaw line. She bit her tongue, her head lolling back at the pleasure. "Jack," mumbled, too soft for her voice and almost ending with a moan as she clamped her mouth shut, letting him lift her head to get to the white skin just below her jaw. He kissed it and she had to gulp again before continuing, her voice harder but still half way to a moan, "This is insane."
He pulled back a second, only taking the time to glance up at her to see if she'd returned to her normal smugness and was no longer feeling as hot as he, one glimpse of her flushed face told him she had not and he pulled her back to him, ravaging her neck as he mumbled against her skin, his voice exasperated and rasping, "You don't think I know that?"
Irina giggled for a second, his breath getting her right behind the ear and his words so unlike him that she couldn't stop her self until it was too late, though she didn't regret it as Jack turned his attention up to that very spot, knowing it was obviously an easy target. She waited a few seconds, trying again not to let herself moan, to whimper, "When we get back I have to go back into my cell."
He cut her off, his voice louder and impatient, but still as though he found the noise a waste of breath, "I know, and if anyone finds out we did this, I'll probably be joining you."
She grinned at him, unable to help herself to a go at quick wit, "Would that be so bad." It sounded like he growled, but she wouldn't have bet on it, as he ignored the words, bringing his mouth back up to hers, kissing her deeply, his mind working overtime to stop him from pushing this all to far. Already he was way out of line. But all he wanted was to here her moan, to here her admit it, that was his aim. Stupid considering he would, in ten minute's time, be claiming to hate the woman, but right then, that was his only objective in life.
Irina's head lolled back again as he continued to work at her and for a second she almost forgot to keep her mouth shut, grinning hysterically as she regained control but the smile disappeared as she felt his teeth against the skin that covered the muscle that joined her shoulder to her neck. She felt it shudder on it's own and bit her tongue. He'd known it the minute he laid his lips on it, this was the best spot, the easiest way to make her moan; he nibbled a little then scrapped his teeth along it, feeling her left hand join her right in his hair. He smiled against her skin, biting down as he found the pulse point and ginning in triumph as she let loose a low, incredible moan that originated somewhere deep in her throat.
He would have gone on had he not felt a presence behind him. He stopped, mad for the interruption, glancing up to Irina who was staring over his shoulder, still red and her head totally soaked from the rain. He turned and looked, his face falling as the moment was broken, reality washing back over him as he saw Sydney standing up against the other wall, staring at them, completely shocked, her mouth wide along with her eyes as she locked eyes with her father's.
Ahem, well, basically I posted two chapters last night but then realised that I should split them, so here is still a new chapter. I've decided on two updates a day, despite the fact that I have quite a bit ready to go, on the basis that two gets replies as much as four and basically, once I go back to school, writing time will be denied, massively. Anyway, what do you think, personally, I would love to just be able to write scenes just like this one, but there is that little matter called plot. But I just love it. Read and Review!!