Seated next to her, Jakerubbed his thumb against the furrow in her brow. “What are youthinking about so hard?”
“I don’t knowwhat to do.”
“Well, that’swhy you have me. Don’t worry, darlin’. I won’t lead youastray.”
Her heart swelled. Hewould lead her astray.
Gently, he cupped hershoulder. “Why don’t we start again with a kiss?”
His lips brushed againsthers. He was so gentle. So sweet. So caring of her, and what shewanted. It was more than she ever thought she would have. He wasmore than she ever could have hoped for.
Kneeling, he stared downat her. She felt strangely unselfconscious, her breast bared andher skirts rucked up to her thighs.
“Darlin’,you’re so pretty like this,” he said, his voice a rasp. “Alldishevelled, your lips red and your eyes…I could drown in thoseeyes, darlin’. Dark and dazed, your skirts around your thighs, andlooking at me as if you want to eat me up.” The corner of his mouthkicked. “But why don’t you leave that to me?”
His hands ran up herthighs, pushing her skirts higher. She let her legs fall furtherapart, rising up on her elbows to watch him. His fingers picked atthe tie on her drawers and she watched him, lifting her hips whenhe bade her, until she was bare before him.
He swallowed. “Darlin’,I’ve imagined this a lot, but I never even came close to thereality.” His gaze met hers. “What do you know about what’s tocome?”
“I’ve readbooks.” Delicious books. Salacious books. Books that she read inthe darkness of her bedchamber, books that made herache.
A muscle in his jawticked. “Books.”
A blush heated hercheeks.
“You’ve readbooks, darlin’?
She nodded.
“Did youtouch yourself when you read your books?”
“I…”
“I bet youdid. I bet you touched yourself and moaned as you came. Am I right,darlin’? tell me I’m right.
“Jake…” Shehad. She had touched herself. She’d read those books and she’dtouched her lips, caressed her breasts, had touched herself betweenher legs.
“How did youdo it, darlin’? Like this?” His fingers feathered over hermound.
Taking his hand, sheguided him between her folds, where she was wet and aching. Hisfingers brushed against the nub at the top, the part of her she’ddiscovered was called a clitoris, and lightning streaked throughher. Bowing her back, she moaned, the feeling intense.
“That’s it,isn’t it? Just there,” he crooned. “Have you put your fingersinside yourself?”
She shook herhead.
“Would youlike me to?”
Oh god. Oh god, whatwould that feel like? She nodded, unable to speak.
“Jake,” shewhimpered.
“I know,darlin’. It hurts, doesn’t it? Let me make it better. I’m going tocome inside you now. You let me know if it hurts.”
Curling her hands aroundhis shoulders, she nodded. She felt him against her, smooth andbroad. He flexed his hips and the beginning of him slipped insideher.
Her brow creased. Itfelt…odd. It didn’t hurt, not really. Another gentle thrust andmore of him was inside her. She felt stretched, andfull.
“You okay?”he panted. His face was a mask of effort and pain, sweat dampeninghis hair.
