The Unexpected Wife - Jess Michaels Page 0,47
but sensation. She rose up against him, her fingers digging into his back, and he ground his hips in a circle to meet her, stimulating her still-sensitive clitoris and making her jolt with renewed pleasure.
“Slow,” he murmured as he traced her ear with his tongue, but she wasn’t sure if he was telling her or himself. It didn’t matter. It was all the same now. One body, one pleasure, and she wanted it all.
He thrust, arching his hips against her over and over. She ground up to meet him, her mouth finding his while she drowned in pleasure, drowned in touch, drowned in him.
He increased his pace, grinding harder against her with each thrust, and she realized with a jolt of surprise that he was trying to make her come again. This way. Was that possible?
The question was answered when he took her hand and drew it down, wedging it between their bodies so she could touch herself while he took her. She did so, finding the pace she liked, matching it to his, surrendering to whatever he would give, whatever she could take.
The waves built higher, her fingers moved faster, and then it was happening. For the second time in less than half an hour, she was cresting over the peak of release, rocking against him, her cries caught by his lips as she came and came and came forever.
He gasped into her lips as her body gripped him, his pace increasing again, this time with purpose. She felt the change in him, the loss of control. She saw it by the way the veins in his neck pulsed, by the way his arms shook. When he growled out her name and withdrew, she welcomed the splash of his heat across her stomach and the renewed weight of him as he covered her a second time, panting as he kissed her neck, her shoulders.
She held him close, letting their breath slow together. She had never felt anything like this before. Never been so connected to a person. And even though she had to believe it couldn’t last, she would never be sorry for what she’d done or who she’d done it with.
Owen wasn’t certain how long they lounged on his settee, legs entangled, his fingers threading through her red hair, hers clenching against his chest. He knew it wasn’t long enough. But at some point, they had to move. To address the surrender, because there would be consequences to it.
He shifted and held her steady as he got to his feet, searching around on the ground for his discarded clothing, handing over hers.
She dressed, and when she turned her back so he could fasten her gown, she said, “So what does this…mean?”
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, loving how she shivered in pleasure at the touch. “We are two consenting adults, are we not?”
She faced him with a nod. “Yes.”
He stared into that lovely face, so lined with uncertainty. He wanted to soothe all that away. For a few moments while he touched her, he had. “I would very much like to give you pleasure. You deserve so much pleasure, Celeste. So if you want more, I’m here.”
“And if I…don’t?” she asked, worrying her lip.
He tilted his head. The idea that she would walk away was troubling. But he wasn’t certain she actually wanted to do so. This was, he thought, a test. What kind of man would he be when rejected? And he intended to pass.
He took her hands gently. “Nothing would change. If you don’t want me to ever repeat what just happened, I will admit I’ll be disappointed because it was…spectacular.”
She blushed, but a little smile tilted her lips at the compliment.
“But you get to decide what you do and what you don’t want to do. I’ll respect your decision. And I hope I can continue as your friend.”
She examined his face carefully. “Is that what we are? Friends?”
He nodded even though his heart screamed something different. “I hope so.”
She paced away from him to the mirror mounted above the sideboard and went about fixing herself. He thought that was to keep from having to look at him when she felt vulnerable. Uncertain.
“And if we continue this…affair,” she said, her gaze darting to his in the reflection. “Would our being friends change then?”
“Why would it?”
“Well, perhaps this is all you’d want to do,” she said. “Once you didn’t have to seduce me, you wouldn’t want to take me around London