All About Seduction(110)

Then he kissed her, first only on the lips. When she thought she’d go mad for wanting more, he deepened the kiss. His tongue danced with hers, coaxing responses that she didn’t know she had in her. A tight coiling centered in her core.

After a few minutes he pulled back, stroked his fingers down the side of her face and asked, “Still hate being kissed?”

She shook her head. “Not when it is you, not when it is like that.” Not when she loved him.

He smiled and her breath caught. His fingers trailed down the side of her face, down her neck and along the outer curve of her breast.

Tensing, she waited for the inevitable torturing of her nipples, but Jack was intent on other things. He leaned close and whispered across her lips, “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.”

And he didn’t.

Every moment was filled with exquisite tenderness as he kissed her until they both breathed like heavy trains chugging out of the station. Her lips grew sensitized until his kiss was like nirvana, on her lips, but also lower in her body, and deep in her soul. With one hand he cradled her to him, while tracing slow meaningless patterns over her skin with the other.

Her breasts tingled, although he only teased the outer flesh with light touches. She too tested the corded strength of his muscles, first in his shoulders and chest, then in his stomach, which leapt under her touch.

He slid lower and explored below her waist. She tensed as he pulled up her knee and rubbed tantalizing circles on the sensitive inner flesh of her thigh. The circles migrated up her leg until he brushed the curls at the apex. Her mind was spinning out of control until she could only think of him, smell him and feel him. She whimpered, wanting . . . wanting more . . . wanting him there.

While pressing his lips to her neck, he slid his hand along her hip, over her ribs, and cupped her breast. The tips had tightened to tight buds, and she arched, thrusting her breasts up into his hand. “Jack,” she whispered frantically.

She didn’t understand this aching need, or the tight coiling pressure low in her. Reaching down, she brushed the silken softness over iron that marked his erection. He groaned and leaned his head back, eyes closed. The darkness across his cheeks, the flare of his nostrils, the deep sound from low in his throat sent shivers down her spine.

She curled her fingers around his thick rod and stroked. Jack gripped her wrist and pulled her hand away. He tucked his head against his shoulder and sucked in deep breaths. “Too good,” he finally rasped.

Shifting lower, he took himself out of her reach. Dropping kisses across her shoulders, he cupped her breast and then bent his head over her. She braced for pain, yet a part of her yearned for his mouth on her breast. He touched the tip of his tongue to her beaded nipple.

A starburst of sensation exploded within her. Her nether muscles clenched as blasts of molten power reached and tingled at the split in her mons.

His breath whispered across her damp nipple, making it tauten, poking up higher as if reaching for his attention. He seemed to be waiting for a sign from her. Threading her fingers through his hair, she pulled him back down to her breast.

Trust, Love, Faith. The words swirled in her head, not really words but concepts all tied to this man.

His lips closed around her nipple and the intense sensation flashed. She looked for the pain, but it wasn’t there. He flicked with his tongue, shooting shards of pleasure through her. Her hips twisted and the energy she’d never before experienced built in her.

Jack knew exactly where the intensity burned, and his nimble fingers found the ending place and the source of such intensity. Her legs shook each time he tapped. Allowing her no rest, his finger and thumb closed around the fleshy hood and tugged in the same rhythm as his tongue flicked across her nipple.

Her legs shook and she cried out, “Jack!”

He lifted his head and looked her in the eyes. “Let it happen, Caro. Just come apart for me and let me catch you,” he urged, his voice burred with intensity.

She coiled tighter and tighter until she couldn’t anymore. Then she fell or shattered or soared, she didn’t know how to describe the most exquisite pleasure that built to a place that resembled heaven and then had her tumbling and trembling through wave after wave of bliss.

She only knew it was Jack who brought her to this earth-shattering ecstasy. Jack who was patient enough to let her sensations build, Jack who knew how to touch her in ways that made her body come alive.

He slid up and brought his lips to hers. At first his kisses were gentle, but then grew more urgent. She welcomed the hard probe of his instrument at her feminine entrance, although she could hardly do more than lay in a glorious, mindless, boneless stupor. Her body resisted commands to move. All she could do was hold onto him as he thrust inside her.