Page 46 of Ruling the Green

“Then no.”

There it was again, a little rumble in his chest.

“Have you?”

“Have I what?”

“Been with many women?”

“Yes.”

No hesitation.

“Oh.”

“None?” he pressed, not believing me. “Not even a little?”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“I mean,” he said, shifting so he was towering over me, his body begging me closer, the spicy scent of him making me want to bury my face in his neck and breathe in. “Has anyone touched you like this?”

His hand lifted, brushing the hair off my shoulder, then gliding his fingertips down from my ear, over my neck, then shoulder, making little goosebumps rise up on my skin.

“Or this?” His fingers slid inward, tracing the bodice of my borrowed shirt, his nail just barely teasing over my breast.

My breath hitched as sensation surged through me.

His gaze lifted from my lips as his hand suddenly pressed between my thighs. “Or this?”

A strange, choked whimper escaped me as heat surged from the contact and up my spine. My hand shot out, grabbing his arm as my legs wobbled.

“I can stop,” he said as his fingers pressed in more firmly, making heat flare beneath his touch. “Or I can show you more.”

My pulse was running wild, my breath coming in fast, shallow gasps. I didn’t know what this was, but I knew I didn’t want it to stop.

I wet my lips and took a breath.

“There’s more?”

“Oh, Lake Girl, there is so much more.”

His fingers swiped, dragging a ragged moan from somewhere deep inside me as his touch hit me just right.

The friction continued and a slow fire burned through my veins.

“More?” Jet asked, sounding breathless himself.

“Yes,” I gasped. But then his hand moved away, making me straighten. “No!”

“Shh. You’ll see,” he said as his fingers pushed under the front of my waistband. “Trust me.”

There was a trembling awareness beneath my skin as my breath hitched in halves, waiting for what he was going to show me next.

Shock jolted through me when I felt his bare fingers against the core of me, his deft touch finding that innermost part of me, then stroking across it with perfect precision.

A long, low moan slipped between my lips as the pleasure jolted through me.

There was no time to process the sensation as his finger started to circle the point of desire, making my chest squeeze and my mind go blank until all that was left was him.