She squirmed in his arms, wanting more of his touch. “Jasper.”
His gaze remained on her face as he traced his fingertip over one hardened nipple and then the other—once, then again and again until she was whimpering, his caresses both too much and not enough at once. “Jasper. I need you.”
He gazed down at her, his eyes wild, his chest heaving with each breath, then he reached for the hem of his shirt and tore it off, tossing it to the floor. “Sit up for me.”
She did as he bid her, holding onto his bare shoulders to steady herself as he made quick work of the buttons down the back of her dress, the cool air kissing her skin as he drew the sleeves down her arms, then eased the gown over her head.
Once he’d stripped her down to her shift, she settled back against the bed. He followed her down, and a soft moan escaped her at the flutter of his hot breath against her ear.
“Come here.” She sank her hands into his hair and brought his face down to her breasts.
She whimpered as his tongue snaked out to lick her nipples, her head falling back against the pillow as he tugged and teased and nipped at her. Dear God, it was so good she thought she might climax with just his mouth on her breasts.
He suckled her, his lips and tongue hot and rough and perfect. “Jasper . . . oh, yes.”
He growled against her damp flesh, his hand creeping under the flimsy linen of her shift and up her thigh, then he shifted to kneel between her knees, spreading her wider with a gentle nudge of his hips. “Want you, Prue.”
“I want you, too, Jasper. So much.” But first, she wanted something else, something she almost didn’t dare to want, but he was her husband, and more than anything, she wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel whenever he touched her.
She slid her hand down his taut stomach and trailed her fingers underneath the edge of his pantaloons. He gasped when she flicked open the buttons of his falls, and he reached for her wrist with shaking fingers. “Do you know what you’re about there, Your Grace?”
“Not really.” She gazed up at him, her lips twitching. “Not yet, that is.” She let her fingers trail lower, spreading the fabric of his falls wider so she could stroke the crisp line of hair that led from just under his belly button to the still-mysterious organ between his legs. “Lie back. I want to see you.”
He gave her a scandalized look that made her laugh, but he did as she asked and rolled onto his back, pausing only to drag his pantaloons over his lean hips and kick them off.
She sucked in a breath. Goodness, he was beautiful. She ran a hesitant hand over his muscled chest and shoulders and that long, lean torso, his smooth olive skin stretched tight over the grooves of his abdomen. Narrow hips, taut thighs layered with muscle, long legs dusted with dark hair, and . . . dear God, his legs seemed to go on forever.
“If you keep looking at me like that, this is going to be over before—” He broke off with a gasp when she leaned over and touched her lips to his belly. Then, in a moment of bravery, she wrapped her hand around the rigid length of him rising proudly against the hard plane of his torso.
“Prue.” He hissed out a breath, his hips jerking.
“Oh.” She hadn’t expected his skin would be so soft here. She leaned closer, her lips hovering over his, her hand still moving steadily, stroking him. He met her clumsy strokes with desperate jerks of his hips, pushing his hard length through her fist, and dear God, she’d never seen anything more beautiful than Jasper lost in pleasure, writhing against the bed, deep, husky moans spilling from his lips with every stroke of her hand.
She tightened her grip a little, amazed at the way he pulsed and throbbed against her palm, stroking him more quickly, her tongue creeping out to touch her bottom lip. He grew more frenzied, and then, on impulse she leaned down and pressed a hesitant kiss to his damp, flushed tip.
“Ah!” He threw his head back with a sharp cry, and the next thing Prue knew she was flat on her back on the bed with him on top of her, his chest heaving and his dark hair hanging in a damp tangle over his fierce dark eyes.
“Jasper!” She squirmed underneath him, but he reached up and pinned her wrists to the bed. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
“Prue.” His face softened and his grip around her wrists loosened. “Youdidmake me feel good. No one’s ever made me feel as good as you do. I love you, sweetheart. Everything you do makes me feel good. But I want to be inside you. I want to watch your face, and look into your eyes, and I want us to find our pleasure together.”
“Oh, Jasper.” She laid her palm on his cheek. “I want that, too.”
He settled between her legs, panting with desire. “I want you so much, Prue,” he murmured, his eyes dropping closed as he slid his palms down her thighs and eased her legs open a little wider. “That’s it, sweetheart. Open your legs for me.”
Prue gasped, and let her knees fall open, her lips parting on a soft moan as Jasper slid his hand between her thighs, his fingers finding the tiny, needy bud where her pleasure was centered.
“God, Prue.” Jasper took his cock in his hand and pressed it against her, but he held back, stroking them both. The sensation of his hard length just breaching her body while his fingers played with her was almost more than she could take.
“You’re so wet,” he groaned against her ear. “You’re going to make me come.” He thrust his hips, rubbing the head of his cock against her. She watched, mouth open, as Jasper undulated above her, taking them both right to the edge of release before pulling back with a gasp, his teeth clenching as he stroked her slippery core with his fingers.
“Need you.” She was pleading, her hips rising and falling into Jasper’s every teasing caress. “I want you. Please.”
“Soon, love.” Yet still he held back, his jaw tight as he teased and stroked her, spreading the wetness there. He waited until she was panting, incoherent pleas falling from her lips, then he eased inside her and began to move.
“Oh, oh . . .” She dragged her nails across his back, straining against him. “More,” she pleaded, punctuating the demand with a desperate thrust of her hips.
“You want more of me, love?”
