In my arms, I held therealJethro. The one I’d seen but never believed was true. He was strong and brilliant and kind.
And he cared for me. So much.
Never untangling our lips, Jethro bent a little and gathered the material of my dress. Shoving it upward, he groaned as I wriggled andhelped, forcing the fabric to bunch around my waist.
He froze as he found the lace garter and wickedly sharp dirk. His eyebrow raised; very slowly, he slid the blade from against my flesh and held it in his fingertips.
I tensed, daring him to berate me for such precautions.
His mouth opened to speak then his eyes darkened with approval. “Use this wisely—if you need to.” Throwing the blade to jab upright in the dirt, he murmured, “But I’ll never give you a reason to use it on me.”
We fell together again. Our lips melded into one slippery seal. I conquered his body—running my fingers over every inch of him. His nipples peaked as I stroked them beneath his shirt and his back bowed as I reached down and cupped his hot erection.
Sweat slicked our skin as our finesse perished, turning into fumbling urgency.
With swift hands, Jethro shoved my knickers to my ankles and waited as I kicked them away.
His eyes incinerated me as he grabbed my arse and hoisted me, pinning me in his arms against the scaffolding.
His lips claimed mine again, eating my every moan. I pressed my fingers into his rock hard biceps, relishing in his strength. Then I lowered my touch to undo the button and zipper of his jodhpurs.
His forehead furrowed as my fingers slid inside the dark heat of his boxer-briefs and captured his scalding cock.
“I’m going to fill you,” he murmured, thrusting into my hand. “I’m going to give you what I’ve been told all my life I couldn’t give.”
I bit my lip as I fumbled with pushing the tight material over his hips. I didn’t need to ask what he couldn’t give me.
It was obvious.
It wasn’t physical or even emotional.
It was more than that.
The catalyst of what made us human.
The ability to adore.
“I want to spill inside you, Nila.”
My eyes snapped shut. My body sung with dark music, twisting me, moulding me into some wanton creature. I opened my eyes and kissed him. “What are you waiting for?”
He positioned me so he could hold me with one arm. With his free hand, Jethro cupped my cheek, running a calloused finger across mylips. “Nothing...not anymore.”
My blood turned into a river of molten hunger.
With fumbling hands, I freed his cock, running my thumb over his slippery crown.
Jethro threw his head back, rocking into my palm.
My mouth watered to lick at the glistening sweat at the base of his throat.
I stroked him, harder and faster as pleasure hijacked my body.
Jethro shook his head, his eyes squeezed closed. “Stop. I’m too close...too fucking close.” His hands clutched at my arse again, spreading me shamelessly, presenting my wet pussy that was so close to his cock.
“Guide me inside you.” His eyes flashed. “Please, Nila. Let me fuck you.”
Unashamedly, I opened my legs wider.
