was. However, Decker’s large hand upon her was nothing at all like touching herself. It was electric. It was… Description failed her. Her nipples were hard, her breasts aching, and the place between her clamped thighs was damp and pulsing.
“Oh,” was all she could manage, her hands settling upon him at last. He was within reach, and how could she deny herself the luxury?
“Do you want to know what else I thought about?” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the curve of her breast. “I thought about what color your nipples would be and whether or not your breasts would fill my palms.”
She did not have a particularly large bosom. Every part of her was small, and she knew it, from her tiny feet to everywhere else. Whilst some ladies whirled around the ballroom with generous décolletages on full display, hers had been disappointingly as diminutive as the rest of her.
“They hardly fill your palms,” she said, feeling once more like the wallflower she was.
“They are perfection,” he told her, a reverence in his tone that made her believe him. “And they are the color of summer roses in full bloom.” He kissed her other breast, leveraging himself on his elbows as he cupped her in his hands. “And I thought about doing this.”
He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked. And she felt that wet suction, the heat of his mouth, followed by the lash of his tongue over the taut bud, everywhere. Once more, he chased the fears. The stagnant voice which had always told her she was not enough—that she would never be enough—vanished.
She arched into his knowing mouth, and his fingers skimmed back down her body, finding the apex of her thighs. Fingers coasted over her mound in a featherlight caress, coaxing her to relax. He made her feel beautiful. Her body was awash in senses: his scent, his touch, his tongue, his mouth, his touch. The heat of him at her side.
He skimmed over her seam, a long finger parting her, finding her throbbing center, the place where all her desire dwelled. The place only she had ever touched before. Decker stroked firmly, with quick pulses that had her gasping with pleasure and made her hips rise from the bed to meet him.
He released her nipple, ran his tongue over the tight bud, and then gave her a sultry look from beneath the sooty fringe of his lowered lashes. “You like this, darling?”
Cruel man. Of course she liked it, as he must know. She loved it, in fact. Everything. All of it. Him. Yes, she thought she may love him, too. But she did not dare say that now, and furthermore, she was also not entirely certain her mind and tongue were jointly capable of forming words. Problem solved.
“Mmm,” she said instead.
A purr.
Goodness, she certainly felt feline at the moment. Languorous and ready to be worshiped. Give her a good patch of sun and Decker’s hands and lips upon her, and she would want for nothing.
He moved to her other breast as his finger flicked over her with devastating pressure and friction. How quickly he brought her to the edge. Nothing could have prepared her for this, his dark, tousled head bent, his lips drawing on her nipple, sucking. His teeth nipping gently. Tugging. His tongue soothing the sting, running lazy circles around the peak before lapping at the stiff, puckered bud.
So quickly, she turned to flame. Her body was on fire for him. And the fire only increased when he swirled his fingers over her. He released her nipple, his breath hot on her skin. Kiss, kiss, kiss.
He raised his head, the astonishing blue of his gaze clashing with hers. “What about this, bijou? Slower or faster? Harder or softer? Tell me what you like, what you want.”
Good heavens, he wanted her direction? She had never touched herself long enough to know what she liked. She had aspired to being wicked, but she did not fool herself into believing she ever had been.
“Yes,” she gasped as he pressed a bit harder, his fingers moving rapidly over her.
“Slower?” he asked, gentling his ministrations.
Not enough.
“Faster,” she bit out. “Harder, too.”
He grinned. “A lady who knows what she wants. I approve.”
Jo was not certain she knew what she wanted, aside from Decker. He was all, it seemed to her now, that she had ever wanted. She thought back on the words her sister-in-law Clara had spoken to her a few weeks and seemingly a lifetime ago.