Awaken to Pleasure - By Nalini Singh Page 0,40

said, "Your hands on me."

He fought off a shudder. "In that case..." Moving the hand on her stomach, he brought it to her garter belt. "Can I take this off?"

"I can..." she began to offer, reaching between their bodies. Her knuckles brushed his abdomen and he had to bite back the demand that she move lower.

"I want to." After a little fumbling, he flicked open the catches holding the entire contraption together.

Pulling it off her, he threw it aside. Now, his pretty little wife was dressed only in barely there panties and lace-topped black stockings.

He saw her swallow. Her eyes fluttered shut. It was just as well that she wasn't looking, because he was sure that the lust in his eyes would've scared his sexyTaylor. His teeth-gritting control after she'd first stripped had flown out the window with the garter belt.

He'd known that she had lush breasts, just right for his big hands, but he'd never thought that they'd be so delicate, traced with blue veins and translucent skin. He could spend hours adoring those breasts, topped with coral-colored nipples that peaked for him when he touched them with the tip of one finger.

"Oh!"Taylor's body arched and her eyes opened.

Looking up, he held her gaze as he closed a hand over her left breast. It was time she learned to associate pleasure with this particular man's hands on her. Because he intended to have them there on a regular basis.

Her body went taut. Her heartbeat accelerated.

"Breathe," he instructed.

"I can't, not when you're doing that!" She sucked in a breath, giving lie to her declaration. "That feels ...

good." Her surprised words trailed off into a moan as he began to massage her sensitive flesh. "Jackson, please don't stop."

He had to bite back a smile of satisfaction at the little victory. "Try and make me." He played with her breasts untila sheen of perspiration covered her body, a fine layer that made her skin shimmer. He thanked God that she hadn't thought to ask for the lights to be turned off. The sight of her long-limbed, luscious body coming to life for him was indescribable. Her nipples were very sensitive - a touch and she whimpered, a rub and shegasped, a squeeze and her entire body went taut.

When she was moaning, needy without knowing what she searched for, he leaned down and took one pouting nipple into his mouth and suckled. Hard. Her body shuddered. Against her, he smiled in satisfaction and moved to her neglected breast. He wasn't going to be merciful and let her rest. Not when he could feel his own need trying to buck the reins. Another wave of shudders rippled through her. Her hands clutched at his body, desperately trying to find an anchor.

Using his teeth to hold it for a moment, he finally released her nipple, sending tiny shock waves through her limp body. While she was half-dazed, he got rid of the rest of his clothing and took care of protection. She'd barely risen through the pleasure-fog when he rejoined her.

There was no fear in her eyes, nothing but surprised joy and welcome. For him. Certain of her acquiescence, he ran his hand down her stomach to the satin and lace protecting her core. Wet heat met his cupping hand. The wild hunger in him came within sniffing distance of freedom. He pressed his fingers against her, pushing her toward another precipice. Blue eyes, almost blind with desire, opened.

"Jackson..." She sounded lost.

He moved over her, careful not to scare her with his weight, but she relaxed at the touch of his body.

Arms around him, she parted her legs. The trust implicit in the action shook him. Sliding one hand under her neck, he tangled his fingers in her hair and lifted her head for a kiss that was lusty and wild and erotic.

She reciprocated stroke for stroke, meeting his demands and making her own, her breasts pressing against the crisp hair on his chest. With his other hand, he continued to stroke her through her panties, assuaging the need he'd aroused.

Possessive need roared through him when she squirmed under him. She was his . No other man had ever touched her like he was touching her. And, he vowed, no other man ever would. A yearbe damned.

Child or not, TaylorSantorini was never going to be allowed to leave her husband.

The sensation ofJackson's crisp, black hair against her breasts renderedTayloralmost insensate with bliss. All these years, she'd associated shame with her breasts. After tonight,