The Unlikely Lady (Playful Brides #3)(89)

His warm laugh touched her thigh. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Jane.”

The use of her first name was her undoing. There was something so sweet, so lovely, so sincere about it. His tongue nudged once more in her center and she came apart, grabbing his head and crying a keening wail.

He pulled himself up and his mouth was on hers again, insatiable. “How did I know you’d be a screamer?” he said against her mouth between ravenous kisses.

“I can’t believe what you just did … what you made me feel.”

“You haven’t felt half of it yet.”

A shudder racked her body.

His mouth moved to her breast and he teased her, played with her, sucked her until her back arched off the bed again and she wrapped her fingers through his hair. “Upton.”

“Will you please call me Garrett when I’m making love to you?” His voice was piqued, but heavy with lust.

“Garrett,” she breathed.

He groaned and slid one finger into her hot wet warmth.

“Oh. God. Yes.” Another keening wail from her that he covered with his mouth.

His finger touched the most sensitive spot between her legs, rubbing her in tiny circles, and her hips matched his movements. “Garrett, I—”

“Don’t talk. Just feel.”

“I’m feeling too much.” Her hips kept up their circular motion. She was a puppet on his string.

“That’s not possible.”

She pressed her forehead to his, hard. “What are you doing?

“Stop talking.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m going to make you come again.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head. His finger was magical, perfect. He knew exactly where to touch, how long, and how much pressure to exert. Her hips bucked. She sobbed against his shoulder. She wanted to bite him. “Please,” she whimpered. “Please.”

“Please who?” he whispered fiercely into her ear. “Say my name.” He slid another finger into her and Jane came apart in a thousand pieces.

“Garrett,” she cried as she came. “Oh, Garrett.”

*

Garrett lay with her head against his shoulder for a few moments, allowing the self-satisfied smirk to remain on his face. He’d never been half the rake he’d been accused of, but tonight he was bloody proud of the experience he did have. Jane had come twice, and they hadn’t even made love yet. Happy wedding night to her.

There was still much left to teach her. His cock ached. He wanted to bury himself in her, but he didn’t want to frighten her.

Jane was beyond gorgeous. He’d nearly spilled his seed just watching her take off her chemise. Her skin was like porcelain, her breasts full and round and perfect. Her waist was small and her hips flared enticingly. And her backside. Oh, her backside. Poems should be written about Jane’s backside.

“How about another lesson?” He drew his finger across her pebbled nipple.

She stretched her arms over her head and arched her back. “Yes, please.”

“Let’s start by you kissing me, here.” He pointed to his shoulder.

Jane smiled a lazy, satisfied smile. “Yes.”

She moved to her knees and pushed him back against the pillows. Then she leaned over him, those full, gorgeous breasts making his mouth water. They pressed against his chest, making his skin tingle as she bent her head to kiss his shoulder.

His breathing hitched. “Now, here.” He pointed to his nipple.

Jane’s dark eyes flared. She moved lower and her pink tongue darted to lick his nipple. She was learning fast. Thank God for intelligent women.

His voice wavered a bit this time. “Now, here.” He pointed to his abdomen.

Jane gave him the most sensual smile he’d ever seen, before lowering herself even farther, letting her tongue find its way to the spot he’d pointed out. She nipped at the tight skin there.

He clutched the bedsheets and swallowed hard. She might be learning a bit too fast.

“Now.” Damn. His voice shook like an untried lad. “Here.” He took his cock in his hand and stroked it once, twice.

The sound Jane made was a throaty moan. His hand moved away and her tongue dipped again. She closed her entire mouth around his tip.

“God,” he breathed. “That’s so good.”

Her lips began a slow descent and he clutched both hands in the bedsheets. “So damn good,” he groaned, his forehead beading with sweat. Yes, she was a fast learner, his wife. His wife.

Her mouth rose and fell, and rose and fell again, her hot, wet tongue rubbing against his scorching skin over and over until Garrett was mindless. His hips arched off the bed and he clenched his eyes shut.

“Grab my balls,” he demanded, and Jane complied, squeezing them in her torturous hand.

The ache between his legs was unholy. “Jesus, Jane, I—”

Her lips came off his cock with a sucking noise that was strangely erotic. “You what?”

Her scent was driving him mad. “I can’t wait,” he breathed, pulling her roughly into his arms and rolling on top of her. He grabbed the back of her head by her hair and tugged, exposing her neck and nipping at it. “I have to have you now.”

He pushed his rough thigh between her soft legs and Jane spread open for him. “I’ll do my best to make this as painless as—”