A Little Bit Wild (York Family 1)

The hair of his chest was crisp against her naked skin, and when he slid closer, his manhood pressed against her hip. The fit of their bodies felt natural and fantastically strange at the same time. A thing she'd always known but had never had.

She put her hand to his neck and drew him down to her.

His kiss was no seduction this time. It was a claiming, slow and deep. He was in her body, his tongue exploring her- heat, and she dug her nails into his neck to pull him deeper. Everything about him made her yearn for more. His size, his heat, his flexing muscles and scratchy jaw. He was a fascination and a danger all at once. A danger that belonged to her-. A fascination she could explore to her heart's content.

She slid a foot along his calf, murmuring with pleasure that she could. When Jude shifted, she insinuated her leg between his and turned toward him. Now they were touching. Now they matched. His shaft pressed against her sex. Her breasts rubbed his chest as they kissed. And Jude sighed with the same relief she felt.

He pulled back to look at her. "You are a fantasy," he said as he cupped a gentle hand over her breast. "Here, in my bed, turning to me."

"I love you," she whispered. "There is nothing of fantasy about that."

"Speak for yourself."

But she couldn't speak. She was too busy arching into his exploring hand. He teased her nipple for long, delicious seconds before smoothing his hand down to her hip and back up again. When she twisted impatiently, his hand returned to her breast, just as she'd wanted it too.

"You know what you want, already, mon coeur?" His soft words danced over her.

"I'm precocious."

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He put just the right amount of pressure into his teasing, and Marissa groaned her pleasure.

"You certainly are. Soon, I shall have nothing left to teach you." When she arched hard against his hips, Jude gasped. "In fact, I think you're teaching me how to perform as a boy again."

Caught between a laugh and a groan, Marissa rubbed her body more firmly against his, and his shudder filled her with power and lust. He might know more of making love, but she could still make him shake with lust for her. How could she not feel powerful?

Ducking her head down to taste his neck, Marissa did some exploring with her hands as well. His chest and ribs, his hips, so narrow and unyielding compared to hers. Everything about him was a new world. She wanted to know it all.

The muscles of his stomach jerked from her touch like she'd burned him. She knew the feeling. Half her body felt afire already.

Heart pounding, Marissa smoothed her hand down his stomach. She touched the crisp hair that surrounded his sex, and then her fingers brushed his shaft. Again, his body jerked away, but then he settled, his chest still as he held his breath. She held her breath too, and curled her fingers around the thick width.

"You're so hot," she whispered. "Is my hand too cold?"

"No," he bit out.

Marissa smiled and tightened her hold. "Docs it feel good, then?"

"Yes."

"And this?" She stroked him, keeping her hold firm.

"Yes. You... needn't ask again. It's all yes, Marissa."

She chuckled, testing a light hold on him, then tighter. He felt heavy in her hand, and powerful, and Marissa was curious enough to scoot back and push off the bedclothes. She was warm now, after all, and she wanted to see him.

"You will unman me," he groaned, as she watched her hand stroke his cock. She trailed her fingers down to his bullocks as well, then drew her hand up to circle the crown.

Jude groaned and bent to suck her nipple between his teeth. That kiss spiraled through her, tightening her sex and reminding her of where her need was centered. Touching Jude had aroused her to the point that she whimpered and writhed as his teeth scraped her.

She rubbed her leg restlessly against his, needing to draw him near. "Jude," she breathed. My God, she wanted him so badly. What she'd fell in the past had been nothing bill mere curiosity. This was need.

Jude seemed to realize she was done with her teasing, he kissed her with a pressure that cased her to her back, and then it was his turn to explore. But Jude wasn't touching out of curiosity, he was touching to arouse... and succeeding splendidly. He trailed kisses to her neck, then sucked there as he shaped her hip with his hand. Her impatient squirming seemed a hint he could easily read though, for his hand moved down to her thigh.

When he raised his head, she thought he'd kiss her again, but instead he looked her over. "What's this?" His thumb feathered like a kiss over the top of her thigh. "The cause of so much trouble."

She looked down to see the faint pink mark she'd had since she was born. It looked so harmless and innocent, but the heart-shaped discoloration had caused her to confess so many wicked things.