Jack’s palm eased up her side to cup a breast. But she had to lift his hand away from her aching nipple. In fact, her entire body was sore.
Apparently coming fully awake, he propped himself up on his elbow. She peered at him over her shoulder and smiled. He truly was gorgeous.
“Morning,” she said.
“Yeah, right back at ya.” He studied her a moment, his eyes dark and questioning. Then he asked, “Didn’t sleep well?”
“Out like a light,” she said in all honesty. She’d been exhausted from her long day…and wild night.
Despite her words, Jack’s brow furrowed. “You’re stiff as a board, darlin’. What’s wrong?”
Liza couldn’t help but laugh. “Would you believe I’m sore? Like…every inch of me.”
He didn’t see any humor in her revelation. Instead, he scowled at her. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
“Sooner, when?” she countered. “It’s sort of like a great workout you don’t feel until two days later—or the morning after, in this case.”
Jack shifted on the mattress and she instantly protested. “Where are you going?”
He tossed the covers off his deliciously naked body and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
“Oh hell,” she said, suddenly getting it. “Not this again? How many times do I have to tell you? You didn’t break me. I’m just sore.” She rolled toward him and sat up. Cu
rling her arms around his broad shoulders, she added, “And wasn’t I the one begging you to fuck me harder?”
He shot her a dour look. “Liza…”
“Jack,” she countered and nipped his earlobe for good measure. “Stop worrying about me. A hot bath and maybe a massage later and I’ll be good as new.” She wagged her brows at him.
His smile was a reluctant one, but eventually, the dimple told her he found her amusing.
“I’d let you work out the kinks now,” she said, “But I have to get to work.”
She dropped a kiss on his set jaw, then climbed out of bed. She didn’t make it far, though. Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him so she stood between his legs.
And what a nice view that gave her!
“What?” she asked, the smile teasing her lips. Liza was this close to toppling him and asking him to make love to her. Her aching body might have something to say about it at first, but something told her she’d forget all about the pain as the pleasure ensued.
Jack’s fingers grazed the spot between her breasts that had held a soft purple tinge last night, hinting at a bruise. But it’d already cleared up.
“See? I told you it was nothing,” she said. “Not the big deal you made it out to be.”
His eyes lifted and locked with hers. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said in a solemn voice. “Ever.”
“You won’t.” She kissed his forehead. “But you might get me fired if you keep staring at me like that. I’m tempted to blow off my job altogether for another three or four orgasms.”
Jack’s grin was a sexy, devilish one, his features finally easing as the tension left his face. “Let’s give your body a rest.” He released her hand.
Reluctantly, she took a step back. “Doesn’t have to be a long one, you know?” She winked at him, feeling uncharacteristically flirty.
“I’m not going anywhere.” The heated look he gave her started the thrumming in her pussy all over again. Too bad that was her sorest spot.
She slipped away from him and gathered her clothing. Dressing, then collecting her shopper’s bag, she headed toward the door.
“Have fun today,” he said.
She glanced at him over her shoulder just as he stood up. She really wished he hadn’t done that. She melted, needing the doorframe for support. “Jesus, Jack,” she groaned. “You put the statue of David to shame.”