Lover Be Mine A Legendary Lovers Novel - By Nicole Jordan Page 0,73
her features, as if she had no doubts whatsoever about what she was proposing. When he hesitated to reply, Sophie gazed up at him with wide, imploring eyes. “Will you honestly regret making love to me, Jack? Don’t you want me?”
“That goes without saying.”
Watching him closely in return, Sophie felt her heart jump at the raw emotion she saw on his face. Jack’s feelings were unmasked for a moment, his expression deep and intense, and she could see a whisper of aching need in his liquid-dark eyes.
That look decided her. Her heart hurt for him, for the unresolved conflict with his father that was eating away at him inside. But that wasn’t why she intended to give herself to Jack. What she craved was the fulfillment of being one with him. This sensual intimacy between them felt as natural as the beat of her own heart.
“You were right,” she murmured. “No one will know what we do here tonight … unless you get me with child. But you said there were ways to prevent your seed from taking root. How?”
“Placing special sponges soaked with brandy or vinegar inside your woman’s passage is one.”
Her eyebrow rose. “Indeed? Did you bring any of those sponges with you?”
“Unfortunately, no.”
“So your abduction wasn’t as prepared as you led me to believe.”
A smile flickered across his mouth at her teasing. “I didn’t have that much faith in my powers of seduction.”
“Is there nothing else we can do?”
“I can withdraw from your body before climaxing.”
“Then please, Jack, take me.”
He answered her plea by pulling her into his arms. A moment ago his hard kiss had robbed Sophie of breath and she’d reveled in his fierceness, but this time his kiss turned exquisitely tender. She sighed into his mouth. She loved the taste of him, the texture of him, the feel of him.
She was aware of his leashed hunger, however, and even more aware of her own welling need. They undressed each other with restrained haste, and when the last garments were cast aside, Sophie drank in her fill of him. Jack stood before her naked, all rippling muscle and sizzling heat. Her gaze dropped to his loins. He was heavy and aroused, his thick shaft jutting out from the juncture of his thighs.
He studied her in turn, his eyes taking possession wherever they touched. Then he reached up and pulled the pins from her coiffure.
“Your hair is so vibrant and alive,” he said, combing his fingers through the curling mass and spreading it over her shoulders. “Just like you, love.”
Releasing her tresses, Jack led her to the bed and drew back the covers. Moonlight pooled around them as he lay down with her, then raised himself up on one elbow. He was gazing at her breasts, Sophie saw. The nipples were pebbled and hard, as if begging to be touched. Obligingly, he raised his hand to cover one swell.
His arousing touch only heightened the pleasurable sensations inside her: The thrum in her blood, the tightening of her skin, the throbbing pulse between her thighs.
Then his mouth dipped to her breasts and the twinges of pleasure sharpened. Jack’s tantalizing caresses made her want to press closer. He kissed each nipple in turn, laving the swollen tips with his silk-rough tongue, suckling until she gave a breathless whimper. When he blew on a peak that was still glistening from his mouth, she quivered at the erotic shock of it.
Meanwhile, his fingers delved between her legs and began stroking her folds in a leisurely rhythm.
“Jack … what are you waiting for?” Sophie asked with growing impatience.
When he raised his head, there was nothing leisurely about his look. His eyes trapped her in his hot gaze.
“Hush, sweeting. I am making your body ready to accept mine. You’re already wet for me.” His voice was rough and husky. “Your body is flowing with honey.”
It was true. Her feminine cleft was sleek with moisture, her body aching shamelessly for him.
He bent to her once more, his tongue playing in an erotic dance while he drew his thumb slowly over the bud of her sex again and again. When his fingers finally slipped inside her, she could feel her dampness increasing, seeping and spreading from her woman’s core to her inner thighs. Her entire body was turning sleek and liquid.
Completely breathless now, she reached for him and clutched at his shoulders. Her body was feverishly hot, straining against his hand as he continued his tender assault.