Page 71 of A Lady's Past
He kissed lower and the sensation jolted her to sitting. “Jacques!”
“Shh, my love. Trust me.”
Diana eased back against the pillow and watched. Wanton and erotic, the sight was as stimulating as his kiss.
He slid his tongue between her folds and the sound that escaped her lips was nothing she’d ever uttered before. Lightning jolted through her core, waking every inch of her body. “Oh my God.”
Smiling against her thigh, he nudged her legs apart.
Writhing in a torturous ecstasy, Diana forgot who she was. The world and all the dangers in it faded away to nothing. There was only this soaring sensation created by Jacques’s lips. Fire rocketed through her. Gripping the bedding, she erupted in such wonder.
Then she was in his arms with him holding her tight and pressing his lips to her temple. She clung to his shoulders while waves of rapture washed over and through her. When she settled back to earth, she said, “That was—I have no idea what that was.”
His grin was wicked, and laughter shone in his eyes. “That, my love, is lovemaking.”
“Then this was my first time, and I’m so happy it was with you.” The stain of giving her body to gain her freedom lifted. Nothing about being with Jacques could compare to the quick, rough handling she’d known before.
“I am delighted to hear it.”
Suddenly shy, she couldn’t meet his gaze. “Can I give you the same pleasure?”
“Do you want to? We could just sleep and leave my satisfaction for another night. I am happy to have given you release.”
Release was a good word for the glory he’d provided, yet there was more, and she wanted it all. “I want you. If I soar with angels all alone, then it is only half my pleasure.”
If she could have bottled the expression of tenderness and desire in Jacques’s eyes, she’d have drunk it every day for the rest of her life.
Lifting off the bed, he kept his gaze locked with hers. He removed his breeches and let them fall to the floor.
She knew she was staring. Despite her experience, she had never seen a man naked before. Jacques’s shaft stood proudly against his stomach, calling for her touch.
Rolling to her side, she reached out and touched the soft, warm flesh.
It jumped and a low moan pushed out from deep in Jacques’s chest. Dangerous and exciting, he was like a lion teased by a mouse. “Diana.”
She loved the way he said her name, his French accent rounding the vowels. She ran her palm from the base to the tip then gripped it full in her hand on the way down.
A long growl told her Jacques liked her touch, or he was about to devour her. Either way, the notion pooled delight between her legs. “You are quite beautiful.”
“You are driving me mad.”
Not sure if that was good or bad, she stilled. “Should I stop?”
He wrapped his hand around hers. “Not because I do not like it, but because I do not want this to end too soon.”
Lord, she wanted more of him, all of him. She longed to make him lose control as he had done to her. “It is more satisfying to please you than I would have imagined. I sound like an idiot.” She hid her face in the pillow.
The mattress sank as Jacques climbed back in the bed. The warmth of his skin against hers, from her shoulder to her toes, was like coming home. For a girl who had no home to speak of, it nearly brought her to tears.
Jacques ran his hand along her throat, cupped her cheek and coaxed her to face him. “You most definitely do not sound like an idiot. It is gratifying to give pleasure when emotions and feelings run deep. I do not think I have ever seen anything more beautiful than watching you climax.”
When she touched his cheek, he kissed her palm. The sensation of his lips was as filled with delight as their first kiss. “I don’t know what to do, Jacques.”
His warm smile sent sparks through her. “May I make love with you, Diana?”
“Please.” It was the only word she could push out through her emotion-clogged throat.
Despite expecting pain and perhaps shame, she wanted to give herself to this wonderful, loving man. It was the least she could do. Closing her eyes, she waited.
