He smiled and sucked her skin into his mouth.
Breathily, she asked, "Can I undo it all the way?"
It took a few moments for the soft question to penetrate his dazed brain. "When?"
"Now?" Not so confident a response.
He knew he could seduce her to a point where his body wouldn't matter. But she might wake with disgust in her eyes, and he couldn't bear that. He turned her in his arms, preparing himself to accept any reaction. She immediately started unbuttoning his shirt. Relieved more than he wanted to acknowledge at her continued fascination with his body, he kissed whatever part of her he could reach.
Until she pushed at him.
He moved back a step. Another push on his chest, small hands warm on his skin. Another step back.
Sable lashes lifted and dark blue eyes met his. He wondered what she was doing. Then the bed hit the back of his legs.
"Sit." An order made palatable by her smile of anticipation, as if she couldn't wait to touch him.
He sat and was glad he'd obeyed when she moved into the V of his legs. Unable to resist temptation, he placed his hands on her back, just above her sweetly curved bottom. A sexy smile flirting with her lips, she ran her fingers down the sides of his face to his neck. Her gaze lowered. She licked her lips. His erection grew to impossible proportions. Bending, she pushed the now open shirt off his shoulders, fingers lingering on his skin as if she were indulging her sense of touch. Her breasts were so close that it was torture for him to remain still.
"Move your hands." A husky command. "Please,Jackson. I'm trying to be brave because I have to know if I can beat this fear, but ...well, maybe I'm not so very brave."
He was hers. Completely. How could any man deny helping this woman find her way through the world of the most intimate sensuality?
He obeyed and helped her get rid of his shirt. When he would've returned his hands to their former position, she shook her head and stepped back. Nervous courage and determination were stamped on her features. Facing him, their gazes locked in an intimate embrace that went far beyond thesexual, she reached up and released the diamante clasps on each shoulder.
Breath lost,Jacksonwatched the material slither to her feet. Stepping out of the pool of shimmering blue, she returned to him. Dressed only in black lace-topped stockings that reached midthigh, lacy black panties and a garter belt, TaylorSantorini had a body that drove her husband insane with lust and hunger.
He fixed his gaze on her face, knowing that if he looked at her bare breasts he'd devour her.
"Jackson?" She was back between his legs. When he looked up, she sat down on one thigh, arm around his neck and legs primly together between his own legs, the backs of her knees and calves touching his leg on one side.
"Yes?" One of his hands was resting flat on her lower back. Now, he placed the other on her knee.
"You have to take over now." Her big eyes were solemn. "I don't know what to do."
He didn't answer her in words, didn't think he could speak. Instead, holding that gaze, woman and girl combined, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth opened for him at once and she invited him in. He knew she liked kissing, so he kissed her with tender heat, teasing and inviting and tantalizing.
He began to move the hand on her back, while he slid the other one to her thigh, just above the lace of her stocking. Almost at once, her body began to stiffen. WhileTaylortrusted him, she'd been afraid for too long to give in without fear. He remembered the look in her eyes as she'd stripped so sensuously for him, and wondered about the best way to seduce his wife. Utterly and completely. Until she was whimpering. And cajoling. And demanding.
When he drew back, her gaze fixed warily on him. "What comes next?"
"Whatever you like," he whispered, moving his thumb along the top edge of her stocking.
She sat up in his lap, both arms around his neck, breasts grazing his chest. It took every ounce of self-control he had not to lower his head and suck a nipple into his mouth. He could almost feel the succulent flesh against histongue, almost taste the uniqueness that was her. "I don't have any practical experience. I thought you'd like to be in charge