She shut the door on his face. Locked it. And threw the bolt, too, for good measure.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “I cannot believe I spent ten years of my life with him. No wonder I never want to make a fuss. He just slithers all over any argument like it doesn’t exist.”
“Jacqueline.” Arlo’s voice was a low rumble, tinged with an intensity that made her heart sing.
“I know. I’m going to stop talking about him, right now.”
“No, I meant… you’re going to sell the house?”
The sound of a car starting up and driving away filtered through the door. Jacqueline walked through to the kitchen, pulling Arlo with her.
“As soon as I can. I’ve put it off too long. I need to get out of Dunston, and I want…” She leaned against a countertop and met his eyes. “We’re pack, aren’t we? Pack should stick together and there’s no way in hell I’m going to make you move to Dunston.”
“You’d move to Hideaway?”
“Yes.”
Arlo slipped his arms around her waist. His touch sent rivulets of desire through her veins, pooling deep inside her.
“But first…” she added and watched anticipation build in his dark eyes. “Let’s finish what we started back there.”
Arlo pushed her against the counter, his fingers digging into her waist as he kissed her. Jacqueline bit down gently on his lower lip, making him groan.
She let herself fall back over the counter, forcing Arlo to lean forward, covering her body. His hips were heavy against hers, his cock thick and hard against her stomach.
Need blazed inside her. “Arlo,” she said urgently, “I don’t think I’ll be able to stand it if you take things slow this time.”
Arlo growled something she couldn’t make out and kissed down her neck to her collarbone. His stubble grazed her sensitive skin.
“Good,” he rumbled, and Jacqueline’s whole body clenched.
Arlo pushed her shirt up. The first touch of his fingers on her skin drove her mad. Jacqueline tugged it the rest of the way off and he buried his face between her breasts. One of his hands slid into her pants. Jacqueline jerked her hips, urging him further.
“Oh-h, God, yes,” she gasped as his fingers slipped between her folds. She was so wet for him already.
“I need you.” Arlo kneeled down, undoing her jeans. “When you left—”
His voice was raw. Jacqueline’s heart ached, cooling the red-hot desire inside her. She was about to drop to her knees with him when he pulled her jeans and panties down and kissed between her legs.
The rush of pleasure was so intense it left Jacqueline dizzy. Then Arlo’s tongue flicked out and it was all she could do not to scream.
Then he slid one finger inside her, and two, and she did scream.
“That’s—” Jacqueline gasped, panting as her body shuddered around Arlo’s fingers. His tongue flicked out again, teasing her already-sensitized clit, and she moaned. “That’s… not fair…”
Arlo kissed his way back up her body. She swayed against him. Her orgasm was still sending aftershocks through her body, but one look at the expression in his eyes made her almost cry out with need again.
“I won’t be able to go as slow this time,” he said, cupping her face. “If I hurt you—”
“You won’t,” she gasped, and kissed him. “Please. Now.”
He moaned deep in his throat, his breath hot against her neck. “I need you,” he groaned.
She understood. He wanted the same thing she did. Hard and fast, burning away the misery that had separated them.
She tugged at his pants. He was already rock hard, and she ran her hands down his length, shivering in anticipation. Going slow had been intense enough—going fast…
She sat back up on the counter and kicked her jeans off. Arlo closed the space between them, his eyes dark as sin. He kissed her, claiming her mouth with a passion that left her breathless, and thrust inside her in one strong movement.