Forever The World of Nightwalkers - By Jacquelyn Frank Page 0,84

sex that hastily was more about the man’s pleasure and had very little to do with her own. Women ” she stammered have betterneeded more time, or so the textbooks said. But she had to admit she’d never felt anything so exciting in her life. There was something about knowing he was out of control and that it was because of her, and not because of his own selfish needs, that made it so incredibly hot. She’d had no doubt about it at that moment. And even now. And that was why, she supposed, he had refused to budge unless she was the aggressor. It had been very clever of him. No … no wait. Clever implied that she felt it had been manipulative. She didn’t feel that way at all. She felt like he was beginning to understand her and the way she was. Of course, it was a far cry from them getting married … but still …

His fingertips skied up the slope of her breast and over her nipple just then and the sensation was electric. She could feel herself instantly going taut all over, including the nipple. She saw him smile and there was sudden hunger in those peacock eyes of his. He leaned his head forward, dipping down so he could touch his tongue to her and then quite boldly took her nipple into his mouth, the soft sucking sensation followed up with the scrape of his teeth as he let the turgid tip go once more.

“Jackson,” she breathed softly, meeting his gaze and trying for all she was worth to say things without saying a word. She wanted him … no, needed him in her life. It had been quite some time since she’d let a man this close to her. Even then there was, to her, a proper sort of etiquette that she followed, which did not include making it to the bed only halfway clothed, not even taking the time to kick off her shoes. She did so now, toeing them off so they landed on the wood floor with two little clunking sounds.

“Getting ready for bed?” he asked her as he rose up and pulled her underneath himself; his big body covering her so completely that she actually felt small. What a peculiar thing, she thought. She was almost the same height as he was, and even without heels she was very tall for a woman. She found she liked the perception, although she would have thought it would have bothered her. She didn’t like to feel overshadowed. She didn’t like to feel out of control.

But she had already been out of control. She had let this happen in spite of her better judgment. She didn’t know what to think about that and, thanks to his mouth returning to her breast she didn’t think clarity would be coming anytime soon.

“I’m already in bed,” she said, hearing the breathless quality of her voice, knowing it was because she was already eager for more, the stupid skirt she wore the only reason why she didn’t raise her knees on either side of his hips and immediately cradle him between her thighs.

“Here, let me help you.” He moved back, kneeling and levering himself up far enough to turn her over, exposing the zipper to her skirt. “God,” he muttered, “you’re poured into this thing.” Then she felt his hand on her backside, slowly running down the length of her skirt, shaping her into his palm and clearly enjoying himself. He moved to the hem, then slipped his hand beneath it, instead of going for her zipper like she had thought he would. His hand crept up between her thighs, his fingers seeking and finding.

She gasped in a short breath, her face flushing with heat.

“Oh, I like this,” he said breathily into her ear. “You’re wet with me.” He drew his fingers along the slickness of her flesh, his hand moving between her tightly compressed thighs and his fingers suddenly sliding into her to make me feel … have better. She tried so hard to catch her breath, to stop reacting like she’d never done this before. But she couldn’t seem to help herself. There was something so illicit in their situation, with her being in serious breach of her ethics and him pushing her past her own tightly drawn lines at every single turn.

Then he was just as suddenly gone, moving away from her. She turned to see where he’d gone, but he went