“I can withdraw from your body before climaxing.”
“Then please, Jack, take me.”
He answered her plea by pulling her into his arms. A moment ago his hard kiss had robbed Sophie of breath and she’d reveled in his fierceness, but this time his kiss turned exquisitely tender. She sighed into his mouth. She loved the taste of him, the texture of him, the feel of him.
She was aware of his leashed hunger, however, and even more aware of her own welling need. They undressed each other with restrained haste, and when the last garments were cast aside, Sophie drank in her fill of him. Jack stood before her naked, all rippling muscle and sizzling heat. Her gaze dropped to his loins. He was heavy and aroused, his thick shaft jutting out from the juncture of his thighs.
He studied her in turn, his eyes taking possession wherever they touched. Then he reached up and pulled the pins from her coiffure.
“Your hair is so vibrant and alive,” he said, combing his fingers through the curling mass and spreading it over her shoulders. “Just like you, love.”
Releasing her tresses, Jack led her to the bed and drew back the covers. Moonlight pooled around them as he lay down with her, then raised himself up on one elbow. He was gazing at her breasts, Sophie saw. The nipples were pebbled and hard, as if begging to be touched. Obligingly, he raised his hand to cover one swell.
His arousing touch only heightened the pleasurable sensations inside her: The thrum in her blood, the tightening of her skin, the throbbing pulse between her thighs.
Then his mouth dipped to her breasts and the twinges of pleasure sharpened. Jack’s tantalizing caresses made her want to press closer. He kissed each nipple in turn, laving the swollen tips with his silk-rough tongue, suckling until she gave a breathless whimper. When he blew on a peak that was still glistening from his mouth, she quivered at the erotic shock of it.
Meanwhile, his fingers delved between her legs and began stroking her folds in a leisurely rhythm.
“Jack … what are you waiting for?” Sophie asked with growing impatience.
When he raised his head, there was nothing leisurely about his look. His eyes trapped her in his hot gaze.
“Hush, sweeting. I am making your body ready to accept mine. You’re already wet for me.” His voice was rough and husky. “Your body is flowing with honey.”
It was true. Her feminine cleft was sleek with moisture, her body aching shamelessly for him.
He bent to her once more, his tongue playing in an erotic dance while he drew his thumb slowly over the bud of her sex again and again. When his fingers finally slipped inside her, she could feel her dampness increasing, seeping and spreading from her woman’s core to her inner thighs. Her entire body was turning sleek and liquid.
Completely breathless now, she reached for him and clutched at his shoulders. Her body was feverishly hot, straining against his hand as he continued his tender assault.
“Please …” she pleaded.
Sparing her much of his weight, he settled between her thighs and began easing the velvet smooth head of his manhood inside her.
Sophie tensed as his hard flesh penetrated her, so Jack halted. She could feel the gentle kisses he was pressing over her face, feel his breath hot and soft on her skin.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No … not much.” There was only a slight burning where his flesh met hers.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No! No,” she repeated with certainty.
With infinite care he pressed farther until he was seated fully inside her. Then he held himself completely still.
After another long moment, she stirred her hips, tentatively, testing. The discomfort was definitely fading, enough that Sophie opened her eyes to look up at Jack.
His eyes had gone black with desire, but he gently brush
ed a curl from her cheek. “Better now?”
“Much better.”
His smile held infinite tenderness as he slowly began to move inside her. Sophie felt heat rising again. He kept up the languid, deliberate rhythm, coaxing her with his hard body, until urgent longing began to clamor at her senses. When Jack kissed her again, her mouth met his, matched his, mated with his, just as their bodies were doing. She clung to him, desperate to assuage the terrible longing, to get as close to him as possible.
It was not long before the flames he ignited grew into a shattering explosion that showered her with burning embers. Sophie felt wave after wave of fire wash over her helpless body … scorching sensations so vibrant, so riotously sweet, they hurt with their intensity.