“Good.”
He swept away the overcoat and sat across from her. Drawn in by his action, she followed his lead, now facing him, each anticipating the other’s next move. He leaned in and reached around to flick open the three pearl buttons that held her bodice together. Her eyes fluttered shut and she inhaled as his open shirt brushed the silk of her bodice, completing her sensory overload with his scent and his heat.
Task complete, his hands fell away. Her eyes flew open. She was both needled and aroused by his action, by the idea of him withholding himself from her. The light of challenge within his eyes spiked her desire higher. The next move in their game was hers.
She unfolded her legs and came to her feet beside him, his mouth a breath’s distance from the hollow of her neck, this self-assured man in the supplicant position. Her position as woman on top felt good. Better than good.
A feeling stole across her body, inch by inch. The feeling of power. She went lightheaded with it. To have a man like this, the most desirable man in London, at her feet . . .
A single shrug of a shoulder, and her bodice fell to her waist. A bolt of triumph shot through her when his gaze could no longer hold hers. As if he would starve if he didn’t feast his eyes upon her flesh this very instant.
When his eyes traveled their unhurried way back to hers, they were near black, pupils dilated to the outer edge of the iris. Oh, how wicked and gratifying.
He shrugged out of both his waistcoat and his shirt in a single economical motion, leaving his own chest a bare feast of corded muscle. A man’s hardened body was new to her. Percy had been lean and thin in the way of a youth recently become a man. But Jake was lean andmuscular. His body was just so indecently carnal.
Again, it was her turn. With a subtle undulation of her hips, her dress slid to the ground, leaving her clad in only silvery blue garters and white stockings with slippers to match. She’d never acted so brazenly, so without fear. Neither had she been so aroused. Hermons pubismust be dripping its arousal for his unblinking eye.
His move.
His hand snaked down to unlace his pants as he made to stand. On a sudden whim, she laid a staying hand on his chest and lowered to her knees before him. She wasn’t sure what had come over her, but she had an overwhelming desire to touch him with her tongue as he’d done to her.
Her fingers slid down the tensed muscles of his chest and lower belly to tease apart the opening of his pants, freeing his turgid member from the confining fabric. Straight and long and impossibly thick, his shaft was perfection. Reverent fingertips brushed across its velvety surface.
As she held his gaze, her tongue touched his thick base and slowly stroked the length of him all the way up its pulsing column to its very tip. A shudder ripped through him, and his head arced back. “Olivia,” he growled.
She repeated the motion, squeezing her thighs together as her own lust threatened to overwhelm her intention. Then she drew him into her mouth, inch by inch, her hand holding him at the base to guide him in. Tongue swirling around the tip, her mouth and hand moved in unison up and down his smooth length in a steady rhythm.
“Olivia,” he all but growled, “I might lose my mind.”
Sucking him in deeper, she increased the rhythm, carried along by a lust stoked hotter by the pleasure she gave. She moaned in a mixture of frustration and desire.
“Olivia,” she heard again as his hand cupped the side of her face. “I’ve reached the edge.”
She pulled away from him, inch by excruciating inch, giving him one last lick before sitting back on her heels. “Your move.”
He reached across the empty space between them and lifted her to a stand. Unexpected move. She’d thought he would ravish her on the ground, perhaps, even hoped it.
He slipped thumb and forefinger into his mouth before reaching out to take one of her nipples between them. Her breath caught in her chest. She might never breathe again. She grabbed his shoulder lest her legs give way. Pleasure cascaded through her in tiny waves that grew larger, bolder with each ensuing ripple, insistent, demandingmore. He feathered his other hand down her stomach to the mound above her quim.
Morewas so close, so very, very close . . . A groan borne of lust and deep, unfiltered frustration tore through her.
His head snapped up. “Do that again.”
Again, she groaned, and his fingers slid along the wet folds of her sex. Her hand clutched tighter at his shoulder.Morewas almost . . . almost . . .there.
“Again,” he demanded.
Again, she complied. One finger slipped inside her as his thumb began strumming her outer sex. Her nails dug in, and another moan escaped her.
Another finger slipped inside, filling her, taking her higher than this rooftop, higher than the sky above. Oh, how the stars twinkled for her tonight.
“Jake,” she called out, unsure of how much more of this exquisite pleasure she could take before she shattered into a million sparks of light. She wanted him inside her, his skilled fingers suddenly a poor substitute for the real him. “I want you . . . all of you.”
The words had barely left her lips before the two of them were on the ground, him poised above her, his eyes locked onto hers. In a sure swift motion, he sank into her, and nothing else mattered.
“Yes,” her voice ground out.
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