The Unlikely Lady (Playful Brides #3)(88)

Jane’s gaze scoured him. He lay with his hands crossed under his head, entirely nude. “Look all you like,” he said in a teasing voice Jane found irresistible.

So look, she did.

The man was stunning. His broad shoulders and wide muscled chest tapered down into the flat plane of his abdomen and then …

His member looked enormous. Far too big to … fit, but she’d worry about that later. For now, she was preoccupied staring at her husband’s unbearably handsome body. Her husband. His legs were long and muscled. The was another scar at the top of his right leg. Amazing that he walked without a limp. She wanted to touch it. To kiss it. Her brave, strong Garrett. Her gaze trailed off at his ankles and his feet. He even had beautiful feet.

Levering up on one elbow, he pulled her spectacles from her face and placed them back on the table.

She sighed. “I suppose you’re going to want to see me now.”

He snorted. “God, Jane. You make me laugh. I love that about you.”

Jane shrugged. “Mama says gentlemen are rarely interested in ladies who are humorous.”

“With all due respect, your mother is wrong.”

“That’s what I said.” Jane pushed herself to her knees. “So is that a yes? You do want to see me naked?”

He grinned and quirked a brow. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

With shaking hands, she gathered her chemise in both fists near her knees and slowly pulled it up.

Garrett’s eyes turned a mossy green.

She pulled the garment over her head and tossed it aside, shivering as the cool air found her naked flesh.

He moved up to sit beside her, his eyes focused on her breasts. “Jane, you are … magnificent.”

Magnificent? She closed her eyes and smiled to herself. That was a promising start.

He leaned over her and followed her down. His mouth finding hers, his sleek, warm tongue sliding against hers.

“Can I touch you, Garrett?”

“All you like,” he whispered into her hair.

She wrapped her arms around his neck first, sliding her fingers through the dark curls. Then she skimmed along the broad column of his neck and across his muscled shoulders. His skin was bundled silk beneath her fingertips. She trailed her hands down his chest and pride swelled in her heart as his muscles jumped in response to her touch. He closed his eyes and Jane stroked his rough cheek. She ran her thumb along the firm line of his jaw.

“Stopping there?” His voice sounded strained.

Jane kissed his chest. She reveled in the feel of his hot skin beneath her lips. He smelled like soap and masculinity. “You want me to go lower?” she asked, the hint of a smile in her voice.

“If you insist,” he replied in a mock-resigned voice.

With pleasure, Jane resumed her exploration. She pushed her hand along the hard outline of the six muscles that stood out along his abdomen. Then she let her hand trail lower, and lower still, until she wrapped her fist around him.

Garrett groaned.

Instinctively, she slid her hand up and down. He groaned again. His forehead bunched into a look resembling pain. He pulled her hand away. “You are too good at that,” he said in a shaky voice that made Jane’s insides melt. “Let me touch you first.”

She trembled but lay back against the pillow and allowed him to scan her from top to toe.

“I was wrong,” he murmured, his tongue flicking against her nipple. Jane gasped. “You are beyond magnificent. You’re perfect.”

His other hand didn’t remain still. It cupped her opposite breast and played with the pink crest. Jane pushed her fingers through his hair, holding his mouth to her aching breast. She arched her back to allow him to draw the swollen bud deeper into his torturous mouth. She moaned.

His hand moved lower, skimming the outside of her waist, playing along the rise of her hips, and finally, sweeping between her thighs to find the place she desperately wanted him to.

He stroked between her cleft and parted the springy hairs there. He stroked again, once, twice, before settling in the exact perfect spot. The spot that made her entire body tremble.

He lowered himself between her legs. His head moving down until his mouth was at her navel. “Jane,” he whispered against the soft skin of her belly.

“Yes,” she managed, but she could hardly think with his finger doing magical things to her, let alone speak.

“You’re really going to enjoy this next bit.”

She sucked in her breath. “I am?”

“Yes. A lot.”

“Show me,” she breathed.

He continued his slow movement down her body until his hot, wet mouth hovered above her most sensitive place. He drew his finger away. She cried out at the loss but the location of his mouth promised better things. Surely he didn’t mean to—

“Are you about to…?” Jane couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

“Yes.” The feel of his warm breath against her sensitive skin made her shudder. She was about to come off the bed. She hadn’t ever read about this.

“Do you mind?” he asked.

“Not at all,” she answered. Then she couldn’t think because his mouth was on her, his tongue owning her. She grabbed the bedsheets with both fists and arched her back off the mattress. “Oh, God,” she murmured, her head tossing against the pillow. “Upton, I swear, if you stop now.”