Page 60 of The King's Man
The deep, ragged tear of his voice made my mouth dry. My fingers trembled as I let go of his neck and dropped my hands to his chest first, both of us sucking in sharply when that crackle of energy sang between us. Jann groaned and his eyes half closed.
“You’re going to fucking kill me, Diadre,” he muttered hoarsely.
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head as best I could with his grip in my hair. “That’s not the deal.”
A question rose in his eyes, curiosity with a hint of confusion.
I smiled, but it was shaky. “The deal was, I get your warmth and strength. And you get to feel alive… right?”
His breath rushed out of him, washing over my face. “God, yes.”
“Then…”
He searched my eyes, waiting as I grabbed the two lapels of my jacket.Pop, pop, pop, popthe buttons slid through the well-worn leather. And when the last was unbuttoned, I shrugged off the shoulders and let it drop behind me.
Jann’s eyes darkened and his breathing grew louder.
I almost lost my nerve then.
For one second, the world rushed back in—sunlight on the tent, the thud of running footsteps, distant voices raised. For one breath, I tensed and remembered where I was and why.
But Jann grunted,“No.”He leaned closer, looming over me, filling my vision, his eyes searching mine, back and forth, those worry lines deep in his forehead. “Nothing else. Nooneelse. This is between you and me,” he rasped. “Make your choice, Diadre. I will honor it. I will honoryou.”
I bit my lip and with shaking hands, reached for the first button of my shirt. Jann’s eyes dragged down to where I slipped the top button free, then the next, and the next, and the next, his gaze growing darker and his breathing harsher with every inch of skin revealed. But I didn’t draw the shirt off… yet.
When I grasped the sides of it, but didn’t move, Jann’s eyes snapped back up to mine and he waited.
He fucking waited.
I could feel the steel length of him brushing me with every breath. His entire body trembled with restrained heat. The man wanted me like a starving man wanted food. But he fuckingwaited.
Poised, a mating bull, straining against the rope, but not breaking free.
With one more shaking breath, I smiled. “Kiss me,” I whispered.
Jann descended on me, but I put my hand up flat, catching his soft lips and stopping him. He froze again, lips on my palm, body quivering, torment in his eyes.
I shook my head, then slowly dropped my hand to my shirt again. “Not there…here,”I breathed, and pulled the linen back to reveal my breasts.
I watched, fascinated, as this towering, mountain of a man, this legendary warrior, and now General of the largest and most powerful nation in the world, let go of my hair and dropped to his knees at my feet. Groaning like he’d been offered a feast, he opened both hands on my ribs, holding me easily, and pulling me forward as he opened his mouth on my nipple and sucked.
The jolt that sang through me weakened my knees. I threw my arms around his shoulders and sagged into him, arching my back to give him the best access as he laved, and sucked, and teased me with his tongue.
I whimpered when he slowly dragged off that breast, but then sighed and let my head fall back when his hands slid to my back and he pulled me further forward, taking the other breast in his mouth and laving that one too.
The tingling, torturous pleasure of being enveloped in his arms, the warm steel strength of him was intoxicating. He was strong enough and large enough that if he chose to throw me to the ground, I couldn’t do anything about it.
But instead of that sinking, chittering terror I felt around the other men here, I fucking prayed hewould.
Then Jann kissed his way to the center of my chest, whispering something I didn’t catch against my skin there, then slowly moved down as he started on the buttons of my leathers.
I leaned into his touch, trembling with anticipation, head rocking back as he kept kissing, open mouthed, tongue teasing, teeth grazing, dipping his tongue in my navel, then tipped his forehead against my chest and whispered through his quick, heavy breathing.
“Tell me, Diadre. Tell me what you want.” His hands had stopped on my buttons, his breathing rushing low against my belly.
Frantic because he’d stopped, I tipped my hips forward, inviting him. He grunted, and placed another kiss on my stomach, but didn’t move further.“Tell me,”he growled.
“You, Jann,” I whispered, pulling up his chin and making him look at me. I was panting with need, my head spinning, but I was clear on one thing: “I wantyou.”
