“I’ll not ask again. I’ve imagined you for too long, and we’re not in a closet or a crowded church or your schoolroom, wary of discovery.”
“I want you to show me all the things you’ve been dreaming about. And more of the things you keep whispering about and tempting me with.”
She took one of his empty hands in hers and raised it to her lips. She feathered kisses over his scarred knuckles and mangled fingers and he closed his eyes again at the bliss of her touch.
“And I brought this,” she said.
When he opened his eyes again, she was pulling a sheath from her pocket.
“Why? When you’ve already refused me.”
“Because I know this is all you can give me right now. So I’m taking it.”
His lips crashed against hers again and he lifted her into his arms. She pressed light kisses against his jaw and his throat as he carried her up the stairs. He nearly stumbled as he thudded against the banister and she giggled.
When he swallowed her laughter with another kiss, the effervescent joy of it nearly shattered her. “Hush, before we wake the house, dragonfly,” he admonished as he closed the door of his bedroom behind them.
“Make me hush, Cadoc,” she teased.
“I plan on it. Until you’re writhing with it,” he promised.
He set her on her feet and twirled her around so he could attack the row of buttons at her back. She leaned her neck against his shoulder and pressed back against his already torrid length.
“Dragonfly,” he warned. “I want to make this last.”
She laughed as he slipped the last button from its hole and let her blouse fall to the floor before she scampered out of reach. “My turn,” Jess said.
She could see him holding himself still, like a looming predator and the rigid line of his jaw nearly broke her with want as she pushed his shirt from his shoulders. When she pressed her lips to his chest, and sank to the floor as she followed the trail of dark hair that disappeared into his breeches, he groaned.
She unfastened his trousers next, and after she tugged them to his hips, she palmed his erection.
He watched, captivated and enthralled, as she lifted the sheath and rolled it over him. The way she then pulled it snug and tied it at his base with a sultry smile was all it took for him to throw her onto the bed when she rose to her feet.
Her limbs went akimbo and her feet tangled in her skirts as she fell laughing onto his rumpled satin sheets.
He fell on her before rolling her to the side so he could untape her as swiftly as possible. She made it nearly impossible for him to finish, throwing her head back to nip at his jaw and thrusting her luscious arse against his cockstand. When he’d shed her of her skirt and crinoline, he set his hands to her front, teasing her breasts as he unlaced them where they played peekaboo against her corset.
“Take off your shift and pantlets if you don’t want them torn to shreds," he growled in her ear as he stroked her nipples where they chafed against the nearly threadbare cotton.
She shimmied to her knees and lifted the shift over her head, and then stretched her legs toward him with a teasing smile. “You can remove these. But no ripping things to shreds.”
Jess knew he wanted to disobey, to fall on her like a ravening beast, and she licked her lips as she watched him weighing the advantages of rebellion. With a great sigh, he carefully beganrolling them down her legs. She knew the only reason he was succumbing to her wishes was because he knew if he destroyed them she wouldn’t allow him to replace them. As soon as he tugged them over her feet he wrapped his hands around her ankles and pulled her toward him, looping her legs around his waist so she was straddling him.
Her heat brushed against him and she wondered fleetingly if he wished she’d said yes, so he could feel the tight clench of her bare skin as she seated his cock deep inside her. She wondered if this was to be his one and only night with her, if he’d accept her gift, and if the memories would be enough to keep her warm every night of her life.
“Put me inside you,” he demanded.
“Shouldn’t you make me ready first?”
He didn’t answer, he just set his hands to her hips and pulled her up the length of his body, until her dripping cunt was right there at this mouth. The word felt naughty in her head, but nothing else sounded appropriate for how fiercely she wanted this. How fiercely she was going to take it.
“Hang onto the headboard, dragonfly,” he growled.
He watched as she stretched her arms out and grabbed the cast iron. When he was satisfied her grip was secure, he tightened his hold on her hips to keep her steady and licked through her folds strong and sure.
Jess couldn’t muffle her moan of relief as she ground herself against the suction of his lips and tongue. He settled his mouth over the hood of her clitoris and tucked it against the back of his teeth before he bit down ever so gently. “Come for me, dragonfly,” he growled. “Make my path smooth and slick and easy.”
Her body responded to the savage stroke of his tongue before she was ready, flooding his mouth as he swallowed her release. He gave her clitoris one final lick before he began to ease frombeneath her body. She began to move too, but he set his hands on her hips again. “No. Stay just as you are.”
