Page 61 of The King's Man
A deep, resonant groan broke in his throat as he opened his mouth on my breast again, at the same time he tore frantically at my buttons, getting my leathers open and sliding his hands into the waistband and down, calloused palms traveling down my hips, my thighs, almost to my knees before the trousers puddled around my ankles.
Without missing a beat, Jann rasped,“Hold on.”
I gasped when he slipped one thick, steel arm around me and lifted me off my feet, using the other hand to whip my leathers away and toss them aside.
Before I could think, he’d carried me to the bed, but instead of laying me down as I expected, he sat me on its edge. There was one second when the air went cold because his warmth left me. He planted that hand he’d used to ground me during the Council on my knee again as he lowered himself to kneel on the ground. For that moment we were apart, the light, the sound, theworldsucked back in and I froze.
What the hell was I thinking? I couldn’t jump into bed in the middle of the day with the man who—
All thought fled when Jann pulled my knees wide, buried his face between my thighs and licked me with his glorious tongue.
I cried out, hips bucking, Burying my fingers in his hair and grippinghardbecause I’d never felt anything like it.
His tongue wasthick.Then he growled, his deep voice vibrating against my most sensitive skin. My head dropped back again and my breath shook on the exhale. Pleasure washed through me in waves that rippled out from where his tongue lapped and flicked and teased anddove.
My body no longer belonged to me. My limbs ceased to listen. I had no control as he pressed and tasted and laved, each lap so quickly driving me closer to the normally elusive release of a climax that I wanted to retreat.
I couldn’tthink.
Then, as quickly as the onslaught had begun, chill air washed against that slick skin and I twitched.
“God, thetasteof you, Dee.” Jann’s voice was honeyed gravel as his head came up, his hair disheveled and lips glistening, gaze near blackwith need.
Fingers still in his hair, I sat up straighter, intending to lean down and kiss him, but then he stroked me with a thick, calloused finger, so gently, but insistently, that it felt as if my flesh swelled to meet his touch. Tingling pleasure radiated from his fingers, raising goosebumps on my thighs and drawing a whimpering sigh from me, sending me back again until I was twitching with each stroke.
“That’s it… that’s it…” he rasped as I tipped back, panting, rolling my hips to meet his stroking, my breath growing shorter as he entered me first with one finger then, groaning, with a second.
Jann leaned over me, kissing his way up my body as he continued to touch and stroke, his fingers beckoning, teasing, urging me on until it seemed like I trembled under my skin.
My grip on his hair tightened, not because I wanted him to stop, but because I needed something to remind me that I wasn’t floating on air.
Then Jann kissed up my neck, nudging me back on the bed until I lay flat and he leaned over me. His free hand cupped over my head, holding me down as he kissed along my jaw, then finally took my mouth.
Soft, full lips, tender but insistent tongue, his body pressed between my knees because my legs were still over the edge of the bed. I sighed into his kiss as he tilted his head to take it deeper—and continued with those slowly increasing strokes within.
Then he added a thumb against my clit and a shiver jolted through me. Ialmostcame. Throwing my head back out of that kiss, I cried out and slapped a hand to his back, hips bucking, pulling him closer, begging with my body, growling in frustration when he eased back and slowed his pace.
“Jann—fuck!”
The cocky bastard fuckingchuckled.
A jolt of rage broke through the pleasure and I braced a hand on the quilt, intending to push up and make him look me in the eye. If this was all a tease—
“Stay with me, Beautiful,” he graveled as I tried to lift my head, but couldn’t because he held my hair. “I need you ready.”
I spluttered. “I don’t know how much you know about a woman’s body, Jann, but if it’s not apparent to you that I’mready—”
“Dee… I meanreallyready,” he said, his voice deep and dark.
I blinked and met his eyes, my body still writhing into his touch, which had slowed, but not stopped. Jann stared down at me. Now, with some semblance of my mental faculties returned, I saw the tension in him—the cords standing proud on his neck, the pinch in his eyes, the muscles bulging in his shoulders.
The man was fighting a battle and I’d been so consumed with the pleasure he wrung from me, I’d missed it.
Our eyes locked and his jaw flexed.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said grimly, his voice ragged.
I blew out a breath, thrill and nerves coiling in my stomach in equal measure. “I’ve done this before, Jann, I’m not—”
