Lover Be Mine A Legendary Lovers Novel - By Nicole Jordan Page 0,49
loins.
Trying to go slowly, Jack eased her onto her back and raised the hem of her nightdress to her waist.
When Sophie briefly pulled her mouth away, heat flashed in her eyes even as she resisted. “I shouldn’t be intimate with you …”
His lips traced a burning path down the column of her throat and up again. “Hush, sweeting.”
He took advantage of her hesitation to nudge her legs wider apart. Murmuring endearments, he kissed along her delicate jawline to her ear as he slid his probing fingers between her thighs and brushed the tender bare skin there.
A faint sound issued from her throat, yet she didn’t stop him when he moved higher and found the folds of flesh that hid her femininity.
“Open for me, sweet Sophie.…”
She gave a soft gasp as he lightly circled the bud of her sex. “Jack …”
He seized her mouth again, distracting her from any further protest. His tongue played in an erotic dance while he continued the tender assault with his fingers. Palming her woman’s mound, he teased the swollen nub before his middle finger gently penetrated her cleft. Sophie tensed momentarily at the unfamiliar invasion, so he forced himself to slow the pace of his stimulation, letting her grow accustomed to the feel of him exploring inside her, stroking lightly with his thumb.…
In only a few moments her body surrendered. She was soft and slick to the touch … and unbelievably responsive. When Sophie curled her hips toward him, he sank a second finger into her a little farther, slowly gliding into her damp heat.
She kissed him back wildly, trying to mold her body to his. It was the need to possess and mate, a yearning as old as man and woman.
At her needy little moan, Jack felt such a rush of hunger, he ached with it. He wanted to slide upward into her silky sweetness and claim her fully, but he fought the erotic lure of joining their bodies, knowing he had to restrain his own desire and focus on kindling her pleasure instead.
His lips and tongue alternately caressed and plundered as his hand stroked and fondled in a methodical rhythm. After a short while, her delicate inner muscles tightened around his fingers, while tension gathered in her entire body.
Feeling her heated wetness increasing with her arousal, Jack drew back to gaze down at the dusky triangle between her thighs, watching the play of his fingers in and around her glistening sex.
It was then that he shifted his position. He slid downward to kneel between her parted thighs, much to Sophie’s bewilderment.
Her fingers clutched in his hair. “Jack … what …?”
His breath coming fast, he glanced up at the trembling, sexually aroused woman splayed before him. She had never looked more beautiful—her lips wet and swollen, her lustrous coils of hair spilling across her flushed cheeks, passion blurring the depths of her eyes.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m only making love to you with my mouth. If this is our last night together, I intend to make it memorable for you.”
Her sweet, musky scent rose to tease him, stirring his arousal even more savagely. He wanted to know what she tasted like there, wanted to savor her.
His control no longer steady, Jack set his mouth to her softness. Instinctively, Sophie whimpered and arched her back.
“That’s it … let me see your pleasure,” he murmured, flicking her with his tongue.
He felt her body strain with renewed hunger. Clamping her hips firmly between his hands, he went on nibbling and suckling, circling and stroking. Soon her hips began moving in a primitive, needful rhythm and her head fell back in ecstasy.
Jack savored the tiny cries she made when she shuddered, then shattered against his mouth.
In the aftermath of her climax, her sobs echoed softly around them. Jack looked up the length of Sophie’s body to her flushed face. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks wet with tears—from passion or sorrow he couldn’t tell. Perhaps both.
It wrenched his heart to think of hurting her. Rising, he stretched out beside her and gathered her against him. Pretending a calm he didn’t feel, desperately wanting more of her, he pressed a tender, soothing kiss to her hair. Yet his thoughts were still in turmoil. Lovemaking for him was never desperate. At least not until he had met Sophie.
Embracing her tonight—tasting her kisses, feeling her soft flesh under his searching fingers, watching her sensual explosion—had only conflicted him further. He still felt scorched by her passion. She was a fever in his