He reached out, and she caught her breath when she saw his hand tremble. For so long, she had resigned herself to the fact that she meant nothing to him, and here she was being proven wrong by that tremor. He trailed his fingers across her naked collarbone, then lower, across her left breast. When he touched her hard nipple, she couldn’t hold back a hiss of pleasure.
His gaze jerked up as he repeated the action on the other breast. Those fleeting touches sent a ricochet of sensation through her heated flesh, and she caught his arm to keep herself steady.
That seemed to drag him into action again. He swept her up into his arms and laid her across his bed. He stepped back and stripped out of his clothing with swift efficiency. She stared as he revealed himself, shocked that his body was as magnificent as she had remembered on those heated nights alone in the countryside.
Colin was almost always formal in his dress, never a button or fold of his cravat out of place. But beneath that formal exterior there was a man who was wholly and wonderfully hard and perfectly formed. From his broad shoulders to his muscular chest to the erect line of his cock, he was carved from granite.
And she wanted to explore every inch of him.
He moved back toward the bed and she reached for him, sliding her hand over his chest, down his stomach and at last curling her fingers around his cock. He hissed in a breath as she stroked him, and she looked up to see that same expression of pleasure mixed with something troubled that she’d seen earlier.
She might have asked him about it, but he bent over and covered her mouth with his, silencing her before she even had a chance to speak. She sank back into the pillows, wrapping her arms around him as he maneuvered over her, covering her with that heavy, hard, hot body. She opened to him naturally, providing him a space between her legs that he settled into.
But he didn’t just take her, which was what she’d half-expected and almost wanted, if truth be told. No, instead he focused on kissing her, deeply, thoroughly, until her mind emptied of all thought and protest and memory and all that existed was the pleasure he brought her in this charged moment.
And as if he guessed the moment she let go, that was when he moved, dragging his mouth down her throat as she lifted up into him, and lower to her chest, where he latched those same lips over her hard nipple.
She cried out his name at the electric jolt of pleasure that rushed through her entire body at the intimate touch. She drove her fingers into the thick waves of his hair, holding him there as he sucked and stroked the sensitive flesh.
She found her hips lifting as he licked her, her sex seeking relief as he built an inferno of pleasure and need with his mouth. A fire he seemed in no hurry to put out, for he slowly shifted his lips to the opposite breast, repeating his actions there until she was gasping and writhing beneath the weight of his body.
She stared down the length of her body, watching him at his work. When he lifted his gaze and their eyes met, he smiled. Her heart stuttered. He had not smiled at her in so long, and she ached for more of it.
But the smile was wicked this time, and he kept his eyes on hers as he slowly slid down the length of her naked body with his lips. His mouth crested over the flatness of her belly and she caught her breath, across the swell of her hip, and she stopped breathing entirely.
“Colin,” she gasped out.
He smiled again. “Just lay still. Allow me this.”
She didn’t understand what he meant by those words. Allow him what? To kiss her all over, worship her like he gave a damn—
Her thoughts cut off when he gently spread her legs wider and settled his mouth between them. His lips brushed her wet and ready sex, and then he opened her with his fingers, exposing her to the first hot lick of his rough tongue.
She cried out in surprise and pleasure at the unexpected act, and found herself lifting her hips into him. He placed a big hand on her hip, steadying her before he licked her again, along the entire length of her sex.
She gripped at the coverlet as he repeated that action again and again.
Jane had felt pleasure before. Colin had made sure she experienced it that first time they made love, when she’d been afraid and nervous beneath his touch. In the months since, alone in her bed, she had found ways to create an echo of that pleasure, though it was never as satisfying.
But this…thiswas something different. It was as if all the focus in her entire body was suddenly settled at the bundle of nerves that Colin was now gently sucking. Pleasure flowed like water from her clitoris, making her body shake, her blood heat, the dam of pleasure strain, and finally it burst.
Wave after wave of quaking, intense sensation washed over her. She twitched against his mouth, keening cries escaping her lips as she surrendered to the intense pleasure he gave her.
It was only when her tremors subsided that he crawled back up the length of her body, kissing a path back to her mouth. When his lips settled on hers, she tasted the sweet and salty evidence of her release, and she made another muffled cry at the erotic knowledge of where his tongue had been.
She felt him shifting over her, positioning himself at her entrance. She continued to kiss him, allowing him to do as he would, bracing herself when she felt the head of his cock at the entrance to her body.
He stopped kissing her then and drew back, watching as he pressed forward.
It had been such a long time since he’d last taken her, and Jane gasped as her tight body slowly gave way to him. There was no pain like the first time, but she was certainly well aware of what he was doing. His eyes were wide as he pressed forward, forward, and finally seated himself fully inside of her.
His gaze was intense, but there was question there. As if he hadn’t fully expected what he was experiencing. God knew she hadn’t. She hadn’t ever guessed this is how her afternoon would end when he pushed his way into her sister’s house hours before.
She lifted into him, gripping him inside, and he made a strangled moan as his expression cleared of anything but pleasure. He began to rock against her, his hips swiveling so they hit that sweet spot his tongue had recently been teasing. She met his thrusts halfway, grinding herself against him to make the already exquisitely sensitive place even more stimulated.
The steady beat of pleasure that had begun to fade moments before came back now, building slower, but now even more intensely, because he was inside of her, they were together, and this was what she had missed all those months she was alone.
She cried out as release hit her a second time and he stared at her as he drew the pleasure from her. His thrusts increased until his neck strained and he pumped hot and heavy into her trembling body, and then collapsed down over her. He whispered wordless sounds of passion as she smoothed her hands over his broad back again and again.
