Page 69 of Jacques

“For as long as you want me,” he responded.

“Make love with me,” Danny said. “Make me forget the bad and embrace the good. Until I can do that, the bad memories will be there with or without your protection.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jacques asked. “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”

Danny snorted. “Liar.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t lie to the woman I’m about to make love with.” His hands swept over her hips and to the juncture of her thighs.

Danny sucked in a breath. “Do you always talk this much?” she asked.

“Only when I need commitment on a certain subject.” Jacques pulled her close, pressing his front to her back to spoon her body with his. “I’m not interested in a one-night stand.”

She moved her ass, allowing his cock to slide between her butt cheeks. “What if I have trust issues?” she asked.

“I’m willing to work through them,” he said.

She stopped moving and then pulled away.

“What?” he said. “Did I say the wrong thing?”

She turned over and faced him, sliding her calf up over his thigh. “Not at all. I’m just not sure I have it in me to trust another man.”

“I’m not sure I’m man enough for you, but I will do my best to prove I’m sincere and want only the best for you. If it’s not me, then so be it. But damn it, I want it to be me.” He cupped her cheek in his palm, the shower pelting his back as the water grew colder while they stood in the spray.

She lay her cheek against his chest and sighed. “Let’s make love and talk about it in the morning.”

Jacques sighed. “I’m all in.” He dragged her closer, cupped the back of her head and kissed her like there might not be another tomorrow for them. Then he kissed her again. Slowly, thoroughly and completely.

By then, the water had chilled. They rinsed quickly and turned off the water.

Jacques rubbed a dry towel over her body, touching and kissing every inch as he went.

Danny dried Jacques’s body, her hand sliding over him, making him crazy with longing. When she’d finished, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her across the mattress, her legs dangling over the side.

She spread her knees wide, her gaze on his. “Please,” she said.

Jacques stepped between her legs, dropped to his knees and draped her calves over his shoulders.

He parted her folds and brushed his thumb over that nubbin of flesh at her center.

She cried out, her back arching off the bed. She reached for his head, her fingers weaving through his hair and pulling him back to her. “Please,” she said again.

Jacques flicked his tongue across her clit.

Once. Twice. Then he licked her there, swirling and flicking until she thrust her hips upward, urging him to take more.

He did, basking in her unfettered response.

The more he touched her there, the more she responded, her breathing coming in ragged breaths.

He cupped her ass in his hands and drank in her sex, sliding his tongue into her channel, in and out, until she stiffened and her heels dug into the mattress, her fingers into his scalp.

Then she gasped, her body growing still, her belly tightening for one second, then two. She pitched over the edge, her release coming in waves, her hips rocking to absorb them.

Jacques didn’t let up; his tongue played her clit all the way to the end when she collapsed against the mattress, her body going limp, her fingers still clutching his scalp and her nails digging into his skin.

She lay still, breathing, her legs parted. Jacques lay between them, his hands still cradling her buttocks, his tongue gently swirling across her clit.