Lover Be Mine A Legendary Lovers Novel - By Nicole Jordan Page 0,64
did his rhythmic tugging as he suckled her.
Sophie’s back arched; she couldn’t help herself. In answer, Jack’s searching hand moved over her belly, gentling her, soothing her, before moving lower to raise the hem of her shift and slide between her thighs.
The feel of his hand, so warm and intimate against her, made Sophie feverish. And then he slid a finger inside her.
“So wet …” Jack murmured approvingly, using his thumb to stroke her, rasping over the tender bud of her sex, spreading her moisture over her feminine folds.
A soft moan of delight escaped her. She was dazed by the heat and strength of his body, the hot, throbbing maleness of him, the deliberate seduction of his touch. It was impossible to think with his voice caressing her name, his fingers caressing her flesh. A fiery flush of pleasure spread throughout her body until she was awash in sensations.
This is a mistake, Sophie struggled to warn herself. She could feel herself surrendering to Jack again—and not just physically. The swift and paralyzing intimacy had returned to overwhelm her.
With a forcible effort, she pulled back, but she couldn’t elude his enchanting spell. His hot gaze ensnared her as she stared back at him.
She didn’t want to desire him this much, yet she couldn’t stop herself from wanting him, any more than she could stop breathing.
Desperately needing to retain possession of her senses, Sophie inhaled a ragged breath. She refused to surrender this time. For once she meant to take control.
“No, Jack,” she managed to order in a hoarse voice. “It is my turn to torment you.”
Raising her hand to his bare chest, she let it trail downward to his loins, suggestively brushing the hard bulge she found beneath the placket of his drawers.
She felt him tense, and his gaze collided with hers again, holding a question.
“I recall you said it is painful for a man without release,” Sophie murmured, slowly stroking his hardness.
“What is this, revenge?”
“Why ever would I want revenge?” she asked innocently, pushing herself up onto one elbow.
“So you can drive me mad with arousal.”
“You drove me mad twice already.”
“So turnabout is fair play?”
“Indeed it is.”
She took her time removing his drawers, baring him completely to her gaze. Her breath faltered as she absorbed the sight of his nude body, which was even more splendid than she’d imagined. In the glow of firelight, Jack looked impossibly beautiful with his finely muscled chest, taut stomach, and powerful legs.
Her gaze locked on his naked loins then—loins that were clearly nothing like hers. His masculinity looked alien and yet intriguing. A nest of dark hair partially concealed the swollen sacs beneath his long, thick shaft. She was faintly shocked to see his manhood so heavy and erect between his sinewed thighs.
“What will you do now?” Jack asked with husky curiosity.
“I don’t know.” She knew what she wanted, though. She wanted to touch him and explore him and arouse him with the kind of wickedly sensual caresses he always employed on her. His nakedness was making her blood race and her heart hammer, while the sight of that enormous arousal made her stomach contract. “I suppose I will have to improvise.”
As she lay down beside him once more, the rigid length of his sex branded her thighs. A burning spark of heat shot straight to her loins, making Sophie realize the need to issue a warning, more for her own sake than his.
“We cannot go any farther than touching, Jack.”
“I won’t claim your virginity unless you wish me to.”
“That isn’t my chief concern. I don’t dare risk becoming enceinte.”
His expression turned enigmatic. “I have always been careful about carnal relations. I understand how it feels to be a bastard, so I have no desire to sire one of my own.”
Sophie heard the dark edge in his voice and felt her heart twist again. Determined to distract him from his painful remembrances, she returned her attention to his chest and traced his breastbone down to his navel. His muscles rippled involuntarily in response.
“How did you become so muscular?”
“Riding, fisticuffs, wrestling, swordplay … In my youth, I enjoyed regular bouts of physical combat with my brother and cousin and the neighborhood lads—the blacksmith’s son in particular.”
Reaching down, Sophie brushed her fingertips over Jack’s surging, silky flesh. His body instantly stiffened, just as hers had done earlier at his touch.
His tension bolstered her courage. At the very least, she would draw on what he’d taught her about pleasure in order to devastate his senses.