What A Girl Wants

And then he did it. He let her fall over the edge as he massaged her with his tongue and fingers. She felt herself bucking and heard herself moaning, all the while her body at the mercy of his, under the control of an orgasm more intense than she’d imagined possible.

Several minutes later, she lay tucked in his arms, not sure if she’d actually blacked out or had just been rendered so senseless that she couldn’t remember how they’d gotten in that position. Luke kissed her gently on the forehead, on the nose, on the cheek. He traced her belly button with his free hand and pressed his thigh against her still-throbbing clitoris.

If she’d been hoping to impress him, she’d surely blown it. Here she was basking in the afterglow of her second orgasm and he hadn’t even come once yet. And if she didn’t feel so absolutely weak at the moment, she’d hop right up and do something about it.

But he continued with the butterfly kisses and touches, and she could do nothing but enjoy it. In her sexual stupor, she had one recurrent thought—Luke Nicoletti was the most amazing man on earth.

7

The intensity of any sexual encounter is most influenced by the emotional intimacy of the participants. In other words, if you’re screwing her but you don’t love her, you’re never going to find fulfillment.

—Jane Langston, in the October issue of Excess magazine

WHEN SHE SUGGESTED A BATH, Luke considered pointing out that he wouldn’t be able to walk to the bathroom without collapsing midway into a quivering heap. But something about the tone of her voice and the look in her eyes told him she’d make the excruciating walk across the room worth his effort.

“You stay here, and I’ll get the water ready,” she said.

It would have been pointless to argue. After all, he feared he’d come like a schoolboy as soon as he slid inside her again, if he didn’t have a few minutes to compose himself. He watched her walk across the bedroom to the adjoining bath, all the while admiring the delicious curves of her ass, the smooth length of her thighs that were strong and athletic from all those jogs in the park.

He’d played this teasing game more times than he could count, but never with these results. Luke prided himself on his control, but with Jane, he’d had to summon reserves of it so deep he hadn’t been sure they’d existed. He’d nearly lost it several times, then somehow miraculously pulled out in time to make the pleasure last a while longer.

Jane, with her soft, welcoming body and her wild animal enthusiasm, was far more than he’d bargained for. He had only intended to show her how great sex could be with the right man—and he’d ended up finding himself blown away by her unrestrained sexuality. She wasn’t at all what he’d expected.

Luke rolled onto his stomach and pressed his face into the lavender pillowcase, inhaled Jane’s scent that lingered on it, willed his pulse to slow down and his body to relax. He listened to the water running in the bathroom and tried not to think too much about the combination of Jungle Jane and a hot bath.

A few minutes later, the water stopped running and she peeked around the corner. “It’s ready,” she said as she crooked a finger at him.

He tried to appear casual as he climbed off the bed to go to her and not as though his first instinct had been to come running.

The windowless bathroom was illuminated by a few candles, and the air was warm already from the hot water. She motioned for him to step into the king-size tub, and when he’d eased himself down into it, she climbed in too and straddled his hips.

His erection edged toward her, his entire body anticipating that at any second, she would lower herself onto him and ease his sweet suffering.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she trailed her wet hands over his chest and through his hair, freeing it from its ponytail. She gave him a look that let him know he was in for unimaginable pleasures. Perhaps at a price, though. Wild Jungle Jane seemed to have been replaced by another version of her, one intent on using all her sexual powers to tease and seduce.

“I love a hot bath,” she whispered as she reached for a cup on the edge of the tub.

She dipped it into the water and brought it up, then poured it over her chest. Luke watched breathless as the water glistened on her full breasts. He reached out to touch them but she skirted his touch and shook her head.

“Ah-ah,” she chided. “No touching. It’s my turn to play.”

Oh, yeah. He was in trouble.

Big, big trouble.

She brought up another full cup of water and this time tilted her head back and poured it over her hair. Luke watched entranced as the water drenched her, and his erection strained between her legs, so exquisitely close he could almost feel her around him.