Always a Rogue, Forever Her Love (Scandalous Seasons #4)(76)

She cried out a soft protest as he pulled back, but he merely shifted his attention to her other breast. Juliet tangled her fingers into his crown of black curls. He worked his hand between them and parted her womanly folds with his fingers. Her breath quickened, and she bit her lower lip, arching her hips as he slid a finger inside her. Then another. He loved her with his fingers until all coherent thought fled on an aching moan. She dimly registered the moment he angled away from her, but he was only kicking his breeches free, and then he was back, covering her body with his.

Jonathan framed her face between his hands. “I knew I had to have you from the moment you found me outside The Hell and Sin Club. I just didn’t realize at the time that I’d be unable to live without you.” He nudged apart her thighs and positioned himself at the apex of her womanhood.

Her throat worked reflexively.

“This is going to hurt a bit, love.” His hard shaft pressed against her, filling her with fullness, a delicious fullness.

Juliet bit the inside of her cheek, to keep from coming undone by his slow, deliberate movements.

He claimed her lips again. Their tongues met in a gentle meeting. He broke the kiss. “I would spare you all pain if I could. I—”

“Jonathan?”

“Yes?”

She leaned up and took his mouth in a kiss. “Make love to me,” she whispered, because she’d longed for him since that same moment outside the Hell and Sin Club, as well.

He ran a heated gaze over her face. “Under the stars,” he whispered.

“Under the stars.”

He grinned. “With pleasure, my lady wife.” He flexed his hips and filled her with his whole, hard length.

Juliet cried out as pain melded with pleasure. She wrapped her arms about Jonathan’s broad, muscular frame and held onto him. He began to move in and out with slow, deliberate strokes first, then faster, and more urgent. The beautiful planes of his angular face set in a concentrated mask. Beads of perspiration dotted his brow, and she wiped away the moisture. Juliet arched her hips to meet his. Her body tightened, and his strokes grew more frenzied. Their bodies strained against each other.

“Come for me, love,” he commanded, his expression pained.

Juliet’s body stiffened, and then on a keening cry, she exploded into a million shards in his arms. Jonathan joined her. His guttural groan blended with her fast, heavy breaths. He flooded her with his essence and she took him inside her as she’d yearned to for so very long; with her heart, body, and soul. Jonathan collapsed and caught himself upon his elbows. He rolled onto his side, and drew Juliet into the crook of his arms. Their breathing grew less harsh, less labored.

As the crickets croaked their evening symphony, Juliet glanced sleepily up at the twinkling lights high in the summer night sky. “Under the stars,” she whispered.



The End