I'm sorry for not posting on Friday. My husband surprised me with a day of ATVing at Wayne National Forrest. I wasn't too happy about the unexpected 5:30am wake-up call, but was thrilled at the result. It's not every day he makes all the babysitting arrangements with the grandparents and plans a surprise. It was my first time back on my ATV since paralyzing my leg 5 years ago. I've gotten back the majority of its function and was contemplating giving ATVing a shot (guess my husband read my mind). I am so glad we went.
I had to break this chapter into two parts. It was simply too long. I tried to pick a natural break, so don't hate me too much.
Warning: Graphic sexy times ahead.
"Carter!" Jack tried to keep his voice low as to not alert Daniel to his presence outside. As he had passed under the archeologist's window, he'd seen the man enter the room and climb onto the bed with a book.
"Carter!" Jack tried again, rapping on the window with his knuckles as he dangled several hundred feet off the side of the palace's exterior. The rain had stopped, but the bricks were much slicker than he'd anticipated.
"Sir?" Sam's voice answered as she slid open the window and peered out into the night.
"Carter, gimme a hand," he said from below, startling her by thrusting his hand up and over the windowsill.
"What in the hell are you doing?" She gasped, gripping his forearm and hauling him upward.
With a loud grunt, Jack heaved himself up and through the window. Sam wrapped her arms around his torso and tugged until they spilled into the room.
The breath whooshed out of Sam's lungs as all of Jack's weight landed on top of her.
"Crap, sorry," he scrambled up, snagged her hand and pulled her upright an instant later. "Are you okay?"
"I should be asking you the same thing," Sam said between big draws of air. "What were you doing?"
"Being romantic?" Jack flashed her a wicked grin.
Shaking her head, she tried to fight the smile that threatened.
"Loran is worried about you. I didn't want him to see me come into your room," Jack admitted, crossing to her bathroom to wash the grit from his hands.
"Who cares if he saw you," Sam shrugged. "Your my CO. You can visit any time you'd like."
"True," he agreed. "But I don't plan on leaving anytime soon," his eyes met hers in the mirror, the intent behind the words on full display. "And he doesn't understand the ramifications of that."
"So the rock climbing escapade was to protect my honor?" Sam said meaning to sound glib, but the words came out as a strained whisper. Jack wasn't wearing a shirt and the muscles of his back rippled under sweat-glistened skin. She'd seen him shirtless countless times, but always with the understanding that he was off limits. Tonight, she'd be able to touch and taste him.
Jack finished drying his hands then turned around, ready to tease her with some chauvinistic quip about defending her honor. The words died on his tongue as he realized she was standing in nothing except a thin robe. It was a pale pink, hung mid-thigh, and was secured with a loose tie about her waist. She was breathtaking.
"Jack?" Sam asked when he didn't respond.
"Sam, are you okay?!" Daniel's frantic voice called as he suddenly pounded on her door. "There was a loud bang!"
"Oh for cryin out loud," Sam bit out as her eyes narrowed to angry slits. There was no way in hell they were getting interrupted yet again. "Go away, Daniel," she called loudly.
"What's going on with you?" Daniel asked, his voice slightly less frantic. "Are you experiencing withdrawal again? Do we need to turn the device back up a notch?"
"I'm fine, Daniel," Sam reiterated. Her hands clenching into fists at her sides.
"Sam, let me in. I'm really worried about you. So is Loran."
"Carter," Jack said her name once then arched an eyebrow, the silent question clear. There was only one way to put an end to these interruptions.
Pursing her lips together, Sam squeezed her eyes closed and nodded quickly before she could change her mind.
Jack crossed the room in two strides and jerked open the door just enough so Daniel received an eye full of his bare chest.
"Jack!" Daniel jumped back in surprise. "I didn't know you were—"
"Cater is fine," Jack said smoothly, stamping down the grin at Daniel's shocked expression. "But we would appreciate a little privacy."
"You want some—oh. OH!!" Daniel exclaimed, breaking into a wide grin. "I'll just, um, go downstairs. Yeah, downstairs," he stammered happily. "Have fun," he added, then grimaced at his own words as Jack closed the door.
Turning to face Sam, he paused to watch the emotions play across her face. Perhaps it was all of the interruptions, maybe it was the idea of another person knowing, but Jack saw a look of hesitation cross her features.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked, his tone identical to the one he'd used in the garden.
"I'm sure," Sam opened her eyes, their depths full of conviction and reached for the belt of her gown.
"Because I need you to be absolutely sure about this," he continued without truly hearing her.
Sam kept her eyes on his as she untied the loose knot and allowed the silky material to pool at her feet.
"I'm sure," Sam said again smiling at the way he drank in the sight of her naked form. Whatever he was about to say died on his lips as they parted in a silent oh.
Keeping her head high, Sam battled the urge to squirm under Jack's heated gaze. "One of us is overdressed," she said with a self-confidence she didn't quite feel.
Her words seemed to snap Jack out of his stupor. He crossed the room and crushed her to him as he seized her mouth.
Electricity snapped between them. Their other kisses had left Sam breathless and wanting more, but this kiss was utterly devastating. Jack's lips slanted against hers again and again.
Frantic to finally see all of him, Sam fumbled with front of his pants, growling in triumph when the button popped free.
"Easy," Jack said against her lips, stilling her questing hands with a gentle touch. "We've got all night."
Sam shook her head, battling the irrational fear that they'd be interrupted any minute. "Please, Jack," she begged almost frantically.
Reacting to the pure need in her tone, Jack hauled her into his arms. Slipping both hands under her perfect bottom, he lifted, urging Sam to wrap her long legs around his hips.
It only took three steps to cross the room and lay her back onto a reclining chair. Her confusion over finding herself in a chair instead of a bed was quickly extinguished by the feel of Jack's lips trailing across the skin of her neck.
Jack kissed his way down her body, using his tongue to trace a wet line across one of her breasts, circling her areola, moving closer and closer to the center. When he was mere millimeters away from the hardened peak, he flicked it roughly with his tongue then closed his lips and gently sucked.
Sam arched off the chair, clutching his head to her chest. Glancing up, Jack grinned at the look of ecstasy; her eyes had gone wide with desire as she watched him intently.
"Liked that I see," he chuckled, reaching to the other breast and rolling the nipple between his fingers, causing electric tingles to buzz straight to her core.
Shifting positions suddenly, Jack sat back onto his haunches. He drew his fingers down her waist to her inner thighs. He massaged a path all the way to her knees, using a light pressure to spread her legs.
Sam widened them as much as she could but was limited by the size of the chair. She was about to suggest they move to the bed when Jack lifted and hooked her left leg over an arm of the chair. He repeated the motion with her opposite leg, then splayed one hand against each inner thigh. The message was clear; she was to stay put.
Sam gulped as Jack knelt between her legs and, with a little jerk, pulled her toward the end of the chair. The realization that she was now completely open to him and unable to close her knees sent a shiver of excitement through her body. She was reclined enough to be comfortable but also upright enough to be able to see everything he chose to do to her.
She was so focused on the idea of being at his mercy that she didn't catch his movement. The sudden feeling of an open-mouthed, wet kiss on the inside of her knee made Sam gasp and jerk.
"Shh," Jack soothed softly, misreading her reaction. He pressed another kiss further up her inner thigh. "You'll like this, I promise."
Sam nodded mutely, watching him nibble a path closer and closer to where she desperately wanted his touch. Just as he lowered his head, breathing in her scent, he turned and began focusing on her other thigh.
"Jack," she complained breathlessly, shifting her hips in a futile attempt to direct his movements.
"Patience, Samantha," he grinned at her evilly before resuming his journey.
Despite the fact that she was watching his every move, the first caress of his tongue against her heated flesh caught her by surprise. Biting her bottom lip to keep from moaning at the exquisite feeling, she flung her head back against the cushions and dug her fingernails into the fabric of the chair.
Jack's exploration wasn't tentative or gentle. His tongue alternated between dipping, flicking, and laving; driving her higher and higher until her legs began to tremble. When she instinctively tried to wiggle away to ease the wonderful torment, he hooked an arm under one of her leg and pressed his shoulder into her thigh. The hold effectively held her open and pinned her against the chair. He continued licking and sucking, overwhelming her mind with pleasure. When he eased off the tiniest amount, Sam was both disappointed and thankful for the reprieve until he slipped two long fingers inside her swollen channel.
A curse sprang from her lips as pleasure exploded within her. She swore she could feel Jack laughing against her, but then he curled and twisted his fingers, ceasing any coherent thought she may have had.
The release ripped through her, bowing her back off the chair, her shout cut off by Jack's mouth on hers. His kept moving his fingers, drawing out the delicious tremors flowing through her limbs.
When the onslaught of sensations began to ebb, Sam pushed herself up onto her elbows and reached for him. She didn't want to simply lie back and allow him to have all the fun, but Jack pulled out of her reach.
"Not this time," he said, standing up. "I'm on a hair trigger here, Carter." Jack's knees protested at the sudden movement but he ignored the pain. He had a plan and nothing was going to stop him from seeing this through.
To be continued...