The Blood of a Baron - K.J. Jackson Page 0,36

her head falling back.

He stroked her, long circles that were slow, short fast slicks that made her squirm, her nails digging into his shoulders.

His left hand moved to the back of her head, forcing her look to focus on him. “You are sure on this?”

Clarity shot through her amber eyes, the green flecks sparking like he’d never seen them. “Don’t stop.”

A thousand horses couldn’t pull him away from her. Stop? Not possible.

A growl rumbled up through his chest and he dragged the mess of her dress and chemise off her body, dropping all of it and the box onto the floor. Her hands went to the fall front of his trousers just as quickly, freeing him to the world.

In an instant, both of them naked in his drawing room, only gauzy curtains separating them from the rest of the word outside.

Her hand wrapped around the back of his neck, tugging him back toward her. She didn’t like that his fingers had left the core of her, unsated, even if it was for mere seconds.

His hands wrapped around her hips and he pulled her across his lap. She straddled him, her long legs snugging next to his thighs.

How he’d missed these legs. Long and smooth and utter perfection. His hands dipped down from her hips, his fingers running along her thighs, dipping inward to the skin he knew was most sensitive, dragging the edges of his nails to send prickles along her skin.

He slipped his fingers inward to her folds and she bucked, nearly coming undone at the touch.

Damn, he needed her. Needed her now or he was going to explode all over her.

He grabbed her hips, his hold demanding this time, gripping her solid as he lifted her, positioning her over the tip of his cock.

She stared down at him, her lips parted, her breaths coming in pants as she wrapped a hand around his neck and nodded. “Yes.”

All he needed.

He brought her body down, his member spearing her in one long motion.

Damn, she was tight. So tight and squeezing the hell out of his hardness. Exquisite and excruciating.

She’d curled slightly at his invasion, her body getting accustomed to the length of him filling her, but now she straightened, her eyes opening to him. He lifted her and set her down on his cock again, easing her into the motion until she took over the cadence on her own, controlling the movement, the long strokes of their bodies melding into one.

It freed his right hand to slip in along her waist, his fingers searching out her nubbin, twisting the pleasure spot until she sped, her thighs straining as she drove down on him faster and faster.

His name leapt from her lips, raw and guttural. Demanding. Begging.

It undid him. Another swipe on her nubbin and she tensed, a raw scream ripping from her body as the first wave hit, then the next.

On the third wave he thrust up into her—deeper than he thought possible—and he found his release. Found it buried so far within her that he scared himself—afraid he’d split her in two.

But then her body trembled atop of him as she still rode her release. Echoes of her screams still wisping from her tongue.

Of course she could handle him. She always could.

He locked his arms around her body, clasping her to him, and he could already feel it within her.

Light in her where there had been darkness.

It wasn’t full, it wasn’t all she needed, but it was a start.

{ Chapter 15 }

Though her body still curled around him, the second she twitched and started to move off of him, his arms clamped around her and he leaned to the left, flipping onto his back on the settee with Laney draped over him. He wasn’t ready to give up her naked body on his.

Not yet.

Ever might be too soon.

Her breathing calmed as her face nuzzled against his chest and she reached down alongside the settee, her fingertips brushing along the edge of the Box of Draupnir where it teetered on the top of their pile of clothes. “Why were you so sure that man on the bridge was after the box? How would you know that? Who would even know I have it?”

He tensed for a moment and then had to forcibly relax his muscles under her. His own breath had barely returned to him and mentioning that damn box wasn’t helping the matter.

He shrugged, hoping she hadn’t noticed his instant reaction. “I presumed that was what he was after.