Suddenly You(50)

“Not yet.” His palms slid over her drawers, finding the curve of her bu**ocks. “If you touch me now, I won’t be able to control myself.”

“I don’t care.” She tugged harder and managed to unfasten the top button. “I want to know how you feel…to hold you in my hands…” Her fingers moved over the hard shape that reared beneath the front of his trousers. The slight pressure caused him to jerk and groan. “Besides,” she reminded him breathlessly, “you are the one who started this.”

She was so adorably imperious, so passionate, that Jack felt his heart contract with a feeling he had never known before…a feeling that was too dangerous to examine. “All right, then,” he said, his voice filled with lust and amusement. “Far be it from me to deny you anything you want.”

He brushed aside her exploring hand and deftly unfastened the remaining six buttons. His erection sprang free of the thick, twilled fabric, twitching at the proximity of Amanda’s soft female flesh. Jack’s hands shook as he fought to control the urge to bring her fully over him and thrust inside her virginal body. Instead, he waited with forced patience, his teeth gritting as her cool fingers settled cautiously on the taut length of him, brushing the silken skin that stretched so tightly over the stiff upthrust of his sex.

“Oh,” she said, her eyes half closing, her hand moving in gentle exploration. “I didn’t expect…it’s so hot…and the skin is so…”

Jack turned his face to the side, breath hissing through his clenched teeth as he struggled to endure the sensation. He felt Amanda’s soft cheek press against his. “Does it hurt when I touch you?” she whispered, her fingers hesitating near the pulsing head of his erection.

“No, God, no…” He let out a shaken laugh that ended in a groan. “It feels good. Mhuirnin…you’re killing me…you must stop now.” Taking hold of her wrist, he eased her hand away, and reached for the long slit of her drawers. He pulled at the opening until he felt stitches pop, then reached inside with his thumb and grazed the patch of damp red curls.

“My turn,” he murmured, kissing her hot face as he drew his thumb gently into the crevice hidden beneath the curls, repeating the action until the feminine lips were swollen and separated. He felt her thighs tighten around his, and he used his legs to keep hers spread wide, her body rendered open and helpless to his touch.

Locating the entrance to her body, he stroked, teased, until he felt the gathering moisture against his fingertip. Amanda groaned and pressed against his hand, seeking more stimulation. He kept his touch maddeningly light, resting his thumb just above the delicate rise of female flesh that had become swollen and unbearably sensitive. She trembled and writhed as he circled his thumb in tickling swirls.

Carefully he brought their loins together, not penetrating her, just allowing the sensitive underside of his sex to rub into the wet notch between her legs. Each jolt of the well-sprung carriage urged their bodies closer. Jack closed his eyes as the sensation climbed to an excruciating height. He froze with pleasure as his self-control began to shatter. He was going to cl**ax soon…no, he couldn’t allow that, not here, not yet. Cursing in his throat, he clutched her round h*ps in his hands and pushed her back from his straining erection.

“Jack,” she gasped, “I need you…need you…oh, Lord, please—”

“Yes,” he muttered, his entire body stiff and sweating. “I’ll give you ease, darling. Soon. But we can wait a little longer, mhuirnin…we’ll do this properly, in a comfortable bed. I never meant to go this far in the carriage…it’s just…I couldn’t help myself. Turn around now, and let me fasten your dress—”

“Don’t wait,” she said thickly. “I want you now.” She kissed his mouth, using her tongue to taste him, incite him, and his thighs turned to iron beneath her.

“No.” He laughed unsteadily and cupped her face in his hands, brushing kisses against her mouth. “You’ll regret it if we don’t wait…oh, sweet…let me stop while I’m still able.”

“I’ve waited thirty years,” she whispered, lurching awkwardly to bring herself over him. “Let me decide when and where. Please. You decide the next time.”

The mention of “the next time,” and the thought of all he was going to do to her, with her, for her, became too much for him to resist. “We shouldn’t,” he heard himself saying raspily, even as he reached beneath her skirts and positioned her over his hips.

“I don’t care. Do it now…now…” Her words dissolved in a low moan as she felt his thumb teasing her once more, while his middle finger slid inside her.

Jack stared into the drowsy gray softness of her eyes, watched her lashes lower as the color of passion ascended her cheeks. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, his chest, and she pushed closer to him, gasping, and he felt the hot interior of her body tightening around the gentle invasion of his finger. Her mouth sought his, and he kissed her as deeply as she wanted, slowly plunging his tongue in rhythm with the thrust of his finger, using all his skill to bring her closer, closer.

A shaken sound escaped her, and then a moan, and she clutched him tightly as an intense cl**ax streaked through her. She shivered, arched, crushed herself against him, while her sheath contracted in sinuous ripples. Murmuring low in his throat, Jack withdrew his finger and positioned her over his aching sex. He teased the wet opening to her body with the head of his shaft, circling, nudging, and Amanda pressed down on him eagerly. She caught her breath at the first pain of his entry, but her body continued to push downward until he finally penetrated her with one sure thrust.