She met his eyes in the mirror and suppressed an inward shudder of reaction. Would she ever be able to look at him without feeling a rush of desire so strong it threatened to overturn every moral principle she had been taught to cling to?
She sucked in a breath as his hands came down on her shoulders, his eyes still locked on hers in the mirror. She did her best to control her reaction but the feel of his long fingers on her bare skin melted her resolve. She positively ached for him to slowly and sensually slide his hands down the length of her arms as he used to do, his fingers curling around the tender bones of her wrists in a hold that brooked no resistance. She wondered if he knew how he still affected her, that her heart was already racing at the solid presence of him standing so close behind her, the knowledge that in the past his hardened maleness, thick with desire, would be preparing to plunge between her legs and send every trace of gasping air out of her lungs.
‘Y-you’re touching me…’ Her voice came out not much more than a croak.
‘Mmm, so I am.’ His hands moved slowly down her arms, his eyes never once leaving hers.
She moistened her parched lips when his fingers finally encircled her wrists, her breathing becoming ragged and uneven. ‘Y-you’re breaking the rules, Jake.’
‘I know.’ He gave her a lazy smile as his thumbs began a sensual stroking of the undersides of her wrists. ‘But you broke my one and only rule and now I shall have to think of a suitable penalty.’
She wasn’t sure if it was she who turned in his arms or if he turned her to face him, but suddenly she wasn’t looking at his reflection in the mirror any more but into his darker than night gaze as it burned down into hers.
His body was too close.
She could feel the denim seam of the waistband of his jeans against her, and when his hands drew her even closer her stomach came into contact with his unmistakable arousal. No one else could make her feel this way. Her body remembered and hungered for what it had missed for so long.
When his mouth came down over hers a tiny involuntary whimper of pleasure escaped her already parted lips, and as his tongue began an arrogant and determined search for hers she gave no resistance but curled hers around his in a provocative dance which spoke of mutual blood-boiling desire.
Ashleigh vaguely registered the dart of lightning that suddenly lit the room and the distant sound of thunder, the low grumble not unlike the sounds coming from Jake’s throat as he took the kiss even further, his body grinding against hers. She wound her arms around his neck, her fingers burrowing into his thick dark silky hair, her breasts tight with need as they were crushed against his chest.
Jake sucked on her bottom lip, a bone-melting act he’d perfected in the past, making her feel as if her body and mind were totally disconnected. She no longer felt like someone else’s fiancé. She felt like Jake’s lover, a lover who knew exactly how to please him. She remembered it all so well! How to make him groan with ecstasy as he spilled himself into her body, her mouth or wherever she chose to tempt him beyond the tight limits of his control.
Now she couldn’t help relishing the feeling of power his reaction afforded her. She could sense his struggle to hold back as his tongue thrust back into her mouth, the sexy male rasp inciting her to give back even more. She bit down on his bottom lip, a tantalising little nip that made him growl deep in his throat. She wouldn’t release him, supping on him as if she wanted to take him deep inside and never let him go.
She loved the feel of his hard mouth, the way his masculine stubble never seemed to be quite under smooth enough control, the rough scrape of skin against the softness of hers reminding her of all that was different between them.
How had she lived without his touch? This madness of blood racing through veins alight with passion, a frenzy of feeling that would not go away without the culmination of physical union .
And then only temporarily.
When she felt Jake’s hands slide beneath her top she did nothing to stop him. She couldn’t. Her breasts were aching too much for the cup of his warm hands, hands that in the past her too slim body hadn’t quite been able to fill. But it did now.
Her flesh spilt into his hands as he released her simple bra, the stroke of his fingers over the tight buds of her nipples an almost unbearable pleasure. When he bent his head to place his hot mouth on her right nipple she nearly fainted with reaction, the slippery motion of his tongue stirring her into a madness of need that she knew had only one assuagement. He knew it too, for he did the same to her other breast, drawing little agonised gasping groans from her lips, her cheeks flushing with passion, her limbs weakening as she leant into his iron-strong hold.