have come to you first?”
Reaching over, he helped her out of the chair. Though they were close, he didn’t move away. Instead, he ran the pad of his thumb over the smooth skin of her throat. “I won’t deny that I like when you need my help, but I hate dwelling in the past. You did what you thought was right in the moment.” He pressed his lips to her cheek, the slope of her brow, the edge of her mouth . . . tiny kisses to reacquaint himself with the taste and feel of her skin. “And there are better things to discuss, such as how I’d like to take you to my bedroom, whereby I will make you come many times.”
She clutched at him, her fingertips pressing into his chest. “I’m in favor of such a discussion.”
“Then follow me.”
Chapter Eighteen
Warm afternoon light streamed through his bedroom windows as he undressed her. He went slowly, drawing it out, clearly trying to drive her mad. It seemed each naked inch of her was new terrain that must be explored by his hands, mouth and lips. Her body burned, the yearning so deep and fierce that she could barely stay on her feet. By the time he removed her corset, she was panting, her heartbeat thrumming in her ears.
He remained annoyingly clothed. She itched to touch him, to investigate all the muscles and ridges under that fancy suit. Not to mention that she wanted to drive him wild, as well. Make him as mindless as he’d been in the carriage, when he had spent in her mouth. Just the thought of it had her pressing her thighs together to ease the ache in her core.
Her shift ended up on the floor, quickly followed by her drawers. Before she could worry about her nakedness, he laid her out on the bed and stretched out beside her. One large thigh slid between her legs, pressing into her bare flesh, the wool of his trousers rubbing in all the best places. His bright blue gaze raked over her. “You are so lovely,” he murmured, cupping one of her breasts. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Rising up slightly, she sealed her mouth to his. He froze for a half second before he kissed her back, his hand angling her head to where he wanted before his tongue delved past her lips. She couldn’t get close enough to him as their tongues swirled and tangled, their shared exhalations rough in the quiet room. The connection felt necessary, important to her very survival. There was no rationalization or serious thought, other than more and yes.
The pulse between her legs turned demanding, and she rolled her hips, seeking. Fabric dragged against the nub at the apex of her folds, his leg weighting her down like an anchor to hold her in place. Oh, God. Sparkles danced behind her eyelids and pleasure rippled throughout her core. She did it again and gasped, breaking off from his mouth to suck in air.
“Keep going,” he whispered into her throat. “Use my leg to make yourself come.”
His hand went to her hip, encouraging, and then he bent to lick and suck the tip of her breast, with each draw on her nipple echoing deep inside her. She didn’t think, just began moving, churning her hips as the pleasure built. Rocking her body against his to satisfy the raw need coursing through her.
When her rhythm faltered, he began moving, sliding his thigh back and forth, until she shattered, her limbs shaking. She moaned as her womb contracted, the orgasm going on and on. After she floated down, she marveled at how fast that had all happened. He’d barely touched her.
“That was the single most arousing thing I’ve ever witnessed.” He kissed her like he couldn’t get enough. Like she was the air he needed to breathe. “I cannot wait to see you do that again.”
His reaction eased any embarrassment she might have felt. “Another time. Right now, I want to explore you.” She tried to roll him over so that she could undress him.
“Not yet.” He dragged his teeth over her earlobe, along the side of her throat. “I want to taste you first. Make you come on my tongue.”
Goodness, she wanted that. A lot. Jack was incredibly talented with his mouth. But today was about something else, something bigger.
Something she’d been thinking about for a while now.
“Jack, get undressed. Please. I want . . . Let me feel you inside