She gasped but would not say his name or look at him.
She had every intention of winning this sensual game. Of winning everything.
One of his fingers slid inside her channel.
Deep. Knowing. She bit her lip and ground down upon him, dragging him within as the ripples of her spend radiated through her, clenching and holding him just where she wanted him.
His mouth latched on to her breast now, and he sucked. Hard. Sucked her as he fucked her with his finger. She was close to another climax. Dangerously on the edge. Damn him and what he did to her. Damn his wicked mouth and his long fingers and his big cock and his hard body and his dark hair and bright green eyes. Damn the way he would not allow her to forget about their shared past. Damn him for calling her Nellie, for taking care of her blistered feet, for dropping to his knees before her.
Damn him for telling her he loved her. For lying about what had happened with Lady Billingsley. For reappearing in her life when she had been on the verge of finding her long-awaited happiness. For lulling her into the false belief she was stronger than the girl he had known, that she could move beyond him and forget she had ever known his name.
Because she could never forget Jack, not as long as she lived. He was a part of her. He knew her better than she wanted to admit. And being with him felt more right than being with anyone else ever had. All those drunken kisses, those foolish flirtations, paled in comparison to the vibrant, decadent attraction she shared with Jack.
In and out, his finger went. He added a second, thrusting them deep as he teased her pearl with his thumb. She was swollen. Aching. Desperate. He bit down on her nipple, and she saw stars beneath her eyelids. Her release was within reach. Inevitable.
But she did not want to allow him to make her spend twice while he had yet to find his bliss. No, indeed. She wanted to bring him low in the same way. To undo him. To dismantle his every defensive wall.
“Suck harder,” she ordered him.
And then she took his wrist and pulled his fingers from her.
Her breaths emerged in choppy gasps.
He released her nipple with a lusty-sounding pop that seemed to reverberate through the stillness of the night.
She grasped his cock and brought him to her entrance, needing him inside her.
But he stayed her with a hand clamped on her waist. A low growl. “Not until you open your bloody eyes, Nellie.”
“I do not want to see you,” she said truthfully.
Seeing him meant opening herself to all the vulnerabilities she had been doing her utmost to avoid. Seeing him meant losing her control.
“You need to see me,” he insisted. “Do you want my cock?”
“Mmm.” A helpless sound of agreement fled her. Of course she did. She was empty. Aching. Desperate. Longing.Starving.
“Look at me, Nellie. Look at the man who loves you.” His dark order sent a new frisson down her spine. One that would not be contained.
She could not say what prompted her to open her eyes at last. But she did, blinking them open. Their faces were near. Startlingly so. In such proximity that she could discern the vast array of pigments that made up the green: gold, brown, gray, a hint of blue. Beads of moisture clung to his skin. Their noses almost brushed. His breath was warm, his lips parted.
In one thrust, he was inside her.
Deep.
So deep.
“Say my name,” he commanded.
“Jack.” She moaned his name. Could not help it. There was no pretending in this moment of sheer, unadulterated, erotic bliss.
He kissed her. Only, it was not just a kiss but a conflagration. Her eyes were still open, and he was filling her, and her every sense was honed razor sharp. The lick of the warm water on her skin, the angle of him within, his lips on hers, their breaths mingling and becoming one as their bodies joined. Everything melded all at once, desire rising, his possession of her not just welcomed but overwhelming.
His hands clamped on her waist, and he lifted her.
Water splashed around them, spilling over the edges of the tub. He glided through her channel with such ease. And then his hips surged in the same instant he guided her down. She was deliciously stretched once more.
She held his face in her hands and ravaged his mouth with kisses. Desperation and lust entwined. His gaze was locked on hers, penetrating. She could not look away. Could not stop this madness if she wished.
