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She gloried in his touch, clinging to him, so aroused that she could barely think clearly anymore.
Suddenly, it was as if a knot unravelled, deep inside her. As if something tore slightly, pulling away at the seams, exposing her deepest wants and needs.
The final doubts, about involving herself with him, dissolved. Amy had told her that he was a good man – that he could be trusted. She had instinctively sensed that he was, but she had doubted that intuition. How could she not, after all that had happened to her? Her fear had been real and powerful. The dread of being vulnerable, opening herself to him, only to be hurt again, had almost crippled her.
Now, that kernel of fear was gone. Now, there was only bright, pure desire.
She pulled away, gazing at him with glittering eyes. Slowly, she rose to her feet, putting out a hand towards him.
“Come,” she said slowly. “Come with me, my darling.”
Chapter 17
Jasper followed her into the small barn at the back of the stables, feeling her hand in his like a heavy weight. Their passionate kissing, combined with his weariness, made everything appear like a dream. Was he truly awake, or had he slipped into some nether realm, where he was neither asleep nor awake?
He gazed around. The barn was full of golden hay, covering the ground, with bales tightly packed on either side. A repository for hay for the horses, tucked away, almost hidden. Cracks of light shone through the rough wooden slats of the building, almost blinding him.
She dropped his hand, turning around slowly, and facing him.
“They will not find us here,” she whispered, her grey eyes darkened with desire. “We can be alone … for a little while, at least.”
He reached out slowly, stroking her face, trailing his fingers over the soft skin. So soft. He had never felt skin as soft before.
She groaned, closing her eyes in rapture, swaying slightly on her feet. He kept stroking her face, over and over. As his fingers trailed over her lips, she opened her mouth, grasping one, drawing it deep inside, suckling intently.
His loins tightened, and he groaned, completely lost in the sensation. He was so hard, already, straining against his trousers. But he didn’t want to rush this, even as time was pressing against them, just as it had been when they had loved each other in the woods.
She stepped back, away from him, severing contact for a moment. He watched as she took off the black cloak, tossing it over a bale of hay in a corner, then carefully laid down on the golden hay. Her white nightdress was almost transparent, hugging her curves and her full breasts, her red hair spreading around her like tendrils.
He stood above her, gazing down, lost in her beauty. Her long, pale legs were just visible beneath the nightdress. He wanted to reach out and take one of her ankles, slowly turn it over in the palm of his hand, just to marvel at her perfection.
“Come to me,” she entreated, in a voice thickened by desire. She held out her arms. “Come to me.”
Once again, he felt like he was in a dream. A beautiful dream that he never wanted to wake from.
Slowly, he lowered himself onto the hay, lying next to her. And then, turning to his side, he reached out, taking one of her breasts in his hand, kneading it. He felt the nipple spring to life beneath his touch, harden gloriously, through the thin fabric of her nightdress.
He couldn’t resist. He had to look. He sat up, pulling the bodice of the dress away, so that the breast was exposed. Gently, he tweaked the nipple with one finger, pulling at it, so that she squirmed beneath him. And then, his mouth descended upon it, drawing it deep into his mouth.
His eyes closed in rapture, he suckled. She had a sweet taste; slightly salty, but fresh. He heard her groaning as he nipped and sucked, bucking her hips.
He stopped, gazing up at her. Her eyes were still closed, and her face was flushed, stained pink in the light shining through the cracks. Her lips had fallen open, too, so that he could just see the tip of her tongue, and her teeth.
Slowly, his hand swept down her body, over her stomach, and then lower, touching her softly on her mound of Venus. She groaned louder, gripping him.
He sat up, so that he was bent over her, pushing the nightdress high, exposing those lovely, long legs. And then, with exquisite care, his hands found her womanhood, gently pulling apart her lips, so that he could stroke her, seeking her pleasure.
She shuddered beneath him. He intensified the touch, feeling her wet and warm. With sure fingers, he found the peak, stroking it, sliding his fingers in and out of her. He was so lost in the feel of her that he could barely think anymore. He felt like he could stay here, doing this, forever.
But suddenly, she pulled away from his hand, sitting up. Puzzled, he gazed at her.
“What is wrong?” he whispered.
Her eyes were ablaze. “I want you,” she whispered. “I want all of you, Jasper. I know that you would quite happily give me pleasure again and deny your own. But I want us to join, now. Ineedus to join …”
His manhood throbbed at her words, twitching with need.
“Are you sure?” he whispered back.
