Awaken to Pleasure - By Nalini Singh Page 0,41

if she survived, she'd think only of the pure heat inJackson's eyes as he'd indulged himself. After his attentive loving, her flesh was incredibly tender. Hardly knowing what she was doing, she rubbed herself against him and heard him groan, deep inside. The hand between her legs was removed.

She ripped her lips from his and said, "No! Come back!" and surprised herself with her own boldness.

Twenty-four years of sexual starvation had made her voracious. AndJackson's tenderness had made her daring. The joy she felt was overwhelming.

He growled at her as if he was almost over the edge, and kissed her again. When she felt close to mindless, he pushed her down into the pillow and she felt his big hand slipping under one side of her panties. She was puzzled by the action for only a second because by then he'd ripped the fragile material from her body. Then he did as she'd asked and cupped her again. Except this time there was no barrier between her most sensitive place and his big, possessive hand. Or his fingers.

She writhed against him, loving the weight of him on her. When he nudged at her with his hips, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Hot male skin sizzled against the tingling skin of her upper thighs. He was naked. Opening dazed eyes, she said, "When?"

He didn't answer, intent on kissing the side of her neck while his fingers stroked and rubbed and did everything to make her lose her fragile control on reality. She dug her fingers into his arms and tried to tug him up.

Dark eyes slammed into hers when he rose. "You want something?" His voice was edgy, dangerous. If he hadn't been hers, she might've been scared. Except he was hers and the rough desire in his voice made her feel exquisitely, utterly sexy.

"You." Against her thigh, she could feel the hard heat of him. For her. JacksonSantorini desired her. "I want you."

"You're not ready." He dipped his head to kiss her breastbone, his tongue stroking a line up to her neck.

Goose bumps broke out over her body. "What?" She tangled her hands in his hair. "I am."

"I'm too big. You have to be wetter."

She swallowed. Then his finger started rubbing a very, very, very pleasurable spot between her legs, and she stopped wondering just how big her big husband was. All she could thinkwas, please don't let him stop. He didn't. He kept going until she was whimpering, limp and aching with need.

"Please," she begged. "Oh, please,Jackson."

He was without mercy. "I have to make you ready, piccola . There will be only pleasure for you this night. Absolute pleasure." He pushed one finger deep into her. Her body clenched around him, trying to capture his power. "Feel the strength of what is between us. Give me your satisfaction." Demanding eyes met hers.

She tried to say that she had no more pleasure left to give, when he carefully slid another finger into her.

A scream was torn from her as tiny, exquisitely erotic quakes shook her body from the inside out. Even as she rode the storm, she could feel him gently but insistently spreading his fingers within her, an intimate invasion that sent flames racing through her bloodstream, marking her asSantorini's woman.

"Why?" It was all she could trust herself to say, her gaze locked with his in an intimacy so deep, it took the sexual connection to another level.

"I'm stretching you, my little wife ." There was an emphasis on that last word, an edge in his voice that could only be described as dominant. "You must take one more before you will be ready." It was a sensual dare.

Pulling his head down, she kissed him, taking a sharp bite out of his lower lip in retaliation. He chuckled hoarsely against her and she felt him slide that third finger, oh-so-slowly, inside her. Unable to stop, she clenched around him, her body strung taut in expectation. This time, she wasn't going over alone.

"Now!" she ordered. "Right now, JacksonSantorini !"

His eyes flashed at the order but there was a curve to his mouth. "My pleasure, Mrs.Santorini ." He withdrew his fingers and rose above her, arms braced on either side of her head. Then he ran one hand down her side to cup her buttock and hold her in place, while his thighs kept her parted legs open for him. Without further prelude, he thrust into her in a single powerful stroke.

She screamed and bucked at the invasion.

"Hush. The