Inexplicably arousing to be claimed by him. But tonight was hers, so she wrapped her hands around his neck and said hot against his ear, “MyNico.”
“Yes. God, yes. What other rules?” He was breathing faster now, his chest heaving. “What can I do? Where can I touch?” His mouth settled near her ear. “Can I undo you, as you undo me?”
She nodded, her throat too thick with desire to attempt speech.
He rested his fingertips gently on her shoulder. “Can I touch you here?”
Another nod.
He trailed his fingertips across her collarbone. “And here?”
Nod.
Neck and ear and tip of the chin.
Nod, nod, nod.
When his hand flattened on her belly, she almost flew off the bed.
“Here?” The word placed with a kiss at her naval.
“Y-yes.” She clenched the blankets below her, bit her lip. “Yes.”
He trailed his hand southward until he cupped her cunny, thrummed a thumb through her curls where she’d begun to pulse and ache. His head dipped between her legs, and then his breath was soft and cool against her inner thigh, against her sex.
“Here?” he asked.
“Oh yes.” Her voice was unfamiliar, deep with longing. And certainty. And her hands suddenly did not wish to tangle with the blankets anymore. They wanted to tangle with him—skin, hair, and mighty limbs. He was a feast for her to discover. “And where… can I touch you?”
“Everywhere.” The single word was enough to make her heart flip, her palms itch to begin, but he moved so quickly, grasping her, turning her until he lay on the bed, and she straddled him. He squeezed her hips with his big hands, and the white linen of her shift felt rough against her skin. His gaze coasted all over her, and everywhere it touched, felt like fireworks exploding.
She was in control here. So she lifted the hem of her shift over her head, taking the dressing gown with it, and threw bothgarments on the floor behind her. What had she expected to feel in a moment like this?
Shy? Embarrassed?
She felt powerful.
And she wanted more.
When she slunk backward toward the edge of the bed, he propped himself on one elbow and reached for her, brows drawing together, his abdomen rippling with muscles. But she swatted his hands away and found the floor with first one foot then the other. In his workshop, desperation had driven her to explore the waistband of his trousers. Now, only desire traced her fingers along that woolen edge. Only curiosity flicked the buttons of his fall open. Only need tugged the garment down his thick thighs and over his knees until they dropped to the floor. Discarded. Her attention only for that member between his legs now, springing from a nest of curls and just as powerful as his other limbs.
Seeing a man’s member in the flesh for the first time only happened once. Should she be scared? Timid? Appalled or frightened?
To hell with shoulds. She felt only excitement.
“Jane, darling, don’t stare at it like that any longer. I’m going to explode.”
Her gaze whipped to his face. “Thatisalarming. I’ve not read anything about?—”
“Not literally.” He groaned and closed his eyes. “Wrap your hand around it, or your lips. Or I’m going to perish.”
She had the power to please him… or tease him, and as she crawled back onto the mattress, she leaned toward the latter. But she would have all their lives for that. So she stretched out beside him and caressed the blade of his jaw.
“Will you take care of me tonight? Show me what to do? Tell me what to do?” She wanted to lay there as he drove herhigh like he had in the workshop, safe in the knowledge that his protection would not blink out with the night stars. Knowing that should she ask him, he would give her control once more.
He rolled onto his side, his body a wall between her and the cruelties of life. A kiss was his answer. Thorough and lazy and igniting little tremors in her chest. He wrapped a hand around her neck and deepened the kiss, and then he smoothed that hand lower over one breast. His ring slid against her nipple, brought it to life. She gasped. He squeezed. She arched. He rolled his thigh between her legs and lifted, grinding muscle against her center.
Lifting her breast, he gasped away from the kiss and laved his tongue across her nipple.
