She groaned as he kissed her, holding nothing back and releasing years of bottled anxieties and emotions and channeling them into their current interaction. Not that she minded. She did however wonder if he'd felt that same spark she had on many occasions over the years. God knew she'd had a few fantasies here and there. Her personal favorite involved her comms desk at the LA CTU…not that she was into exhibitionism in real life, but hey, that's what fantasies were for.
This wasn't a fantasy though. This was raw, passionate and real. This was noses bumping and over excited hands fumbling, no idea what the other liked (as far as this particular activity was concerned) and had the possibility of being awkward.
It was also kinda perfect.
Heart pounding, her breathing picked up and she slid a hand from his jaw, down his neck to grasp the collar of his shirt, hurrying to push it back and off his body. She was liking this island style, cause the unbuttoned shirt offered easy access.
Jack chuckled against her lips, assisting her by shrugging out of the offending garment. Then he surprised her, reaching down and grasping her thighs, easily lifting her. Out of reflex, she wrapped her legs around his waist and gasped as this new position brought certain body parts into close contact. True, they both still had shorts on, but a few tin layers of fabric did nothing to hide his very obvious interest.
His hands moved from her legs to her bottom, offering support and giving a little squeeze which caused her thighs to tighten around him involuntarily. That action caused Jack to moan into her mouth, a deep, needy rumble that she felt reverberate against her breasts. Definitly a reaction to be filed away for later contemplation.
The bed, separated from the small sitting are by retractable privacy screens, was only a few steps away, which was a good thing. Chloe had a sneaking suspicion they never would have made it there had the house been any bigger. Not that she'd object to a go on the counter, but the bed was preferable.
Reaching the bed, her set her on her feet, hands sliding up from her hips to catch the hem of her shirt and skin it up and off her in one long, smooth motion. She felt a little jolt of nerves, standing in front of Jack in her plain white bra but from the heat in his eyes, he didn't seem to mind the lace of frills. He bent to mouth at the crook of her neck before slowly dropping to his knees before her, stopping to press a gentle kiss to the soft curve of her belly.
He made quick work of the button on her shorts, sliding them down her legs so she could step out of them. She felt his fingers brush the top of her foot, just below the ankle strap of her sandals before he stilled slightly. Chloe looked down to see him contemplating her footwear. She had to giggle.
The flat, strappy sandals she'd worn were the kind that zipped up behind the heel, clearly something Jack was not familiar with. His fingers were searching the straps for a buckle or a lace. He looked up at her with a raised brow and she said, "Zipper. Back of the heel."
"Huh," he replied, finding the elusive closure and freeing her from the shoes. "Never seen that before."
He seemed adorably disgruntled to have been bested by the sandals and she had to laugh again. This made him turn positively devilish eyes upward and she gasped when, in one quick move, he hooked his elbows behind her knees and tugged, sending her toppling back onto the bed. Before she caught her breath, he joined her on the bed, knees on either side of her hips as he leaned down to capture her mouth again.
Normally, in this situation, she'd be over thinking things. It was usually her policy and that led to awkward babbling, but this was Jack. They didn't need to talk about every detail. Their ability to work seamlessly together was clearly translating into the bedroom.
She gripped the back of Jack's head, blunt nails scraping through his short hair as he kissed her, moving from her mouth to her neck. His hands were busy as well, one holding himself up so as not to squish her and the other making short work of the clasp holding her bra in place. Once it was free, she shimmied out of it and tossed the fabric aside.
A shiver coursed through her as his fingers encountered the newly bared skin of her breasts. He clearly felt her reaction and leaned back up to kiss her, slowly, sweetly and thoroughly as his fingers continued to swirl on her flesh, rough pads of his fingers moving in ever tightening circles before finally brushing over the nipple.
That made her yelp a little and arch up into his touch as she placed a hand on his head, applying a light, downward pressure, indicating exactly what she'd like him to do. He made pleased sounds against her skin as he made his way slowly down her neck and across her collarbone before swooping down to pay slow, careful to her breasts, alternating from one to the other in a most maddening fashion..
She arched up to him again, writhing as he slid his hands under her back, supporting her as he made his way down her ribs to her navel. There he kissed a circle around it before thrusting his tongue into to little indentation. Chloe gasped aloud, then moaned low in her throat as he pressed in, a preview of other things to come. Her fingers threaded through his hair, caressing his scalp, and she whispered his name over and over like a chant. He nipped at her belly and she squeaked as a new jolt shot through her. His fingers were at her waist, dipping into the top of her panties and she raised her hips, encouraging him to slide them off, which he did.
Then he paused again, looking down at her, blue eyes darkened with desire as he murmured, "Chloe."
"Jack."
Bill had once commented that Jack and Chloe could have a discussion about an armed assault on a terrorist compound without using any words but meaning imbued murmurs of their names. It was true.
He knew she wanted him to loose the shorts and he complied quickly, standing to make short work of the button and zipper. Gravity did the rest and revealed the fact that Jack wasn't wearing anything but his skin beneath those cargos.
Well, hello. The few glimpses that they hadn't been able to avoid while he'd been in the hospital recovering from the prion variant had nothing on a fit, healthy, very aroused Jack. She grinned at him and sat up, delighting in the way he jumped when she reached out and wrapped her hands around him.
The moan that was wrenched from his throat made her want to hear more and she wet her lips, scooting forward, intent clear but was stopped by desperate hands on her shoulders.
"Chloe," he gasped and she looked up at his flushed face, and lust dark eyes and shuddered herself. "Chloe…it's been too long. If you do that…."
She understood and agreed reluctantly, knowing they had two weeks to do…well, pretty much anything. She herself was more than ready to get things moving, if the ache at the core of her body was any indication. "Okay," she smiled, releasing him and reaching for his hands, tugging him back toward the bed.
At the last moment, she twisted and tugged harder so he landed on the mattress instead of settling back atop her frame. He let out a huff of surprise, but quickly caught on to her train of thought as she settled herself onto his hips, bracing her hands on his chest to lean down and breath into his ear. "I always wanted to do this."
He choked a little, moaned her name and she kissed him as she reached down and took hold of him again. A couple of firm strokes had him practically whining into her mouth before she raised her hips and then sunk back down onto him. Out of practice internal muscles stretched, a good sort of burn and finally she settled on his hips, her moans mingling with his, but both their eyes were smiling.
Experimentally, she rolled her hips and reveled in the shudders that shook their bodies. She gripped him hard with her inner muscles, feeling him twitch inside her and gasped. Riding him slowly, then with increasing speed, she let one of her hands slide from his chest to his shoulder, where her fingers traced the scar left by her bullet. He gasped, head falling back to reveal the straining tendons in his neck.
Using the hand braced on his chest, Chloe pushed herself into a sitting position. She rose up and sank down again, murmuring non-sensical words of pleasure, her body joining his in the rush towards completion. His hands caressed her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples in the way she liked causing her hips to stuttered and making Jack grin. One of his hands traveled down her body, squeezing her hip before his thumb found her clitoris, rubbing firmly until she felt her body clamp down on him, waves of pleasure rolling through her just as he gave one final hard upward thrust and came.
She slumped, boneless and sated onto his chest, kissing the sweat salt skin as his arms came up to hold her close. His lips brushed her brow but, for the moment, she lacked the energy to raise her head.
A soft, warm breeze washed over them and Chloe realized they'd just had loud, energetic, middle of the day sex with the windows and front door open and there was no one around to walk in on them. They could lie there and regroup for as long as they wanted.
This trip was turning out better than she'd ever hoped.
TBC…..
