A warm plea filled her ear. “Gaby, every part of me yearns to love you, but I will not do anything against your wishes.”
“Look at me, Jack.” She cupped his face in her hands. She needed to dispel his doubts. In his eyes, she glimpsed vulnerability, a vestige from his past, perhaps, and she saw it for what it was—a fear of rejection. “What happens here is what I want. Is it what you want?
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Then nothing can take this moment away from us.”
“Oh, my darling.” With a fierce passion, he claimed her lips again, and then she was drowning in a desire that could only be compared to fireworks bursting in the sky. His mouth was on her neck, kissing, sucking, and nibbling. He pulled her chemise off her shoulder as he kissed her skin and the hollows of her collarbone. “You are sweet as honey. Do you bathe in it?”
His tongue in her ear sent shivers up and down her spine, and she answered him with a breathless giggle. “Ahh, yes, you’ve discovered my secret. Eau de Pantry, from Paris,” she teased. “It’s a secret concoction of spices and seasonings meant to bring a man to his knees.”
Jack chuckled. “Ah, you’ve discovered the secret of seducing me with your lush beauty and delectable food.”
His searing kisses left a mark on every inch of her. When his lips closed around her nipple, she gasped, unable to contain her reaction to the jolt of energy or the quivers of pleasure that followed. She’d never met a man like Jack in her own time. But the sensations ricocheting through her body allowed for no analysis. The here and now of his loving her burst through her doubts. The only thing to do was embrace the sensations that took possession of her.
Jack’s large hands cupped her breasts as he teased her with his wicked tongue. “Your breasts are perfection, Gaby. In truth, there is no part of you I do not covet. I want to do things to you that go beyond your wildest imaginings.”
Gaby knew sensual pleasure was as much about the images evoked by words as the physicality of touch, and Jack’s words flooded her senses. Between her thighs, she could feel the lush wetness of her arousal, and it made her back arch upward with need. “I want all of you. To feel you, with no space between us.”
“Not yet, my beauty. Even though I want more than anything to drive my cock into you, I will not rush this fulfillment of my dreams. I will not make a mockery of this insane passion that possesses my very soul.”
“Oh, Jack, do with me as you want, but please don’t stop.”
*
“I have nointention of stopping.”
His tongue and lips danced over her. He was on a mission to explore and find all the secret places that elicited her treasured sighs. Discovering her pleasure points was a challenge that captured his imagination. Her sweet moans had him contemplating how great her capacity to drive him mad might be. He was like a bull let loose in a pasture of cows, and he was sure that once would not be enough.
His lips traveled down her soft skin to her thighs. “Will you open for me, my beauty?” he whispered. She gasped as he licked her belly button. He nudged her onto her back, and she spread her legs for him. He almost gasped at the smooth, hairless skin of her mons and labia. He’d never encountered that before.
Whether Gaby had hair or not didn’t matter, but the feel of her soft bare skin against his tongue made his cock harder—if that were even possible. Her moist, tender flesh surrendered to his eagerness to taste her. He was consumed with the carnality of knowing all of her, but her effect on him reminded him he must exert restraint. His resolve weakened.
Dash it. My cock aches to find release.He grabbed a breath to steady his racing heart.
“Oh, Jack.” Her moan of pleasure, accompanied by her fingers dragging through his hair, extinguished his ability to reason. These feminine signs of her delight spurred him on to only one purpose.
He’d been right about Gaby. She was the most sensual woman he’d ever encountered, but in the back of his mind, he was aware that what was happening between them was far more profound than the sexual act itself.
Dear Lord, I am lost.
Before he plunged his staff into her, he wanted her to experience a flood of bliss. The mere thought of Gaby orgasming made his organ twitch with anticipation. He focused on her flower bud; his tongue produced a series of whimpers and tremors that urged him to delve deeper. He loved a woman’s natural scent and taste, but Gaby’s unique scent and taste worked like a drug on him. It was addictive, and if he lived to be a hundred years old, it would never be enough.
She gripped the linens, and when rapture overtook her from his fervent ministrations, it nearly undid him. “Oh, Jack! Oh yes! Yes, Jack! Oh! I—” she cried, fingers digging into his shoulders. She quivered uncontrollably beneath his lips and tongue as he continued to suck her pearl with a firm gentleness that, he knew from experience, drove a woman mad. And he was as close to bursting as he’d ever been.
Damn! Hold on, man!He growled, regaining control. Lightly he ran his tongue around and over her sweet clove. Her satiation was complete. She lay spent, the rise and fall of her breasts as she caught her breath the last sign of her orgasm. His cock vibrated with his racing thoughts, anticipating the pleasure yet to come.
Nothing had prepared Jack for what he felt when he penetrated Gaby. He sank deep. Her softness closed tightly around him, drenching him in her dew, and he could barely restrain from hollering.
Her nails dug into his back, and her lips parted as he plunged in and out.
He opened his eyes and was surprised to find her looking at him. But instead of closing her eyes, she continued to gaze at him. At first, he didn’t know what to make of the oddity. Most women closed their eyes during sexual intercourse, but Gaby held his gaze. He found it profoundly erotic, this intimacy of the gaze. He’d once heard that the eyes were considered the windows of the soul in the Far East religions. If true, this remarkable woman and he were not only physically joined, but they were connected in a way that he’d never known was possible.
This was so much more than the culmination of pent-up desire. If his mind were capable of clear thought, he would not be able to deny that their connection felt spiritual.
All rational thought took flight when Gaby wrapped her legs around his waist. Her magnificent breasts and budded nipples rubbed against his chest hair with each plunge of his organ, and the feeling was so intense that he knew he would not be able to last much longer. Their bodies were slick with sweat, and he slid over her clitoris with each penetration.
Gaby bit her lip and moaned. “Oh, Jack, I-I… Don’t stop. Don’t stop. You feel so good inside me.”
