Page 102 of The Art of Sinning
She blinked. “My, that is rather... intriguing.”
To say the least.He fought to control his arousal as she finished undoing his drawers. “Lock your heels behind my thighs.”
With color suffusing her cheeks, she did so. That brought her so tight against him that his prick practically jumped out of his open clothing, like a compass needle seeking north.
When she felt the impudent devil swelling against her, her eyes widened. “Good Lord, I had no idea that people did this in this fashion.”
He choked back a laugh. “People are rather creative when it comes to doing ‘this’ in any fashion. You’d be surprised.”
Working his finger into her thatch of curls, he stroked her delicate pearl, then gloried in her moans and sighs. He was so intent on inciting her to madness that he almost missed her halting whisper, “This doesn’t mean... that I’ll marry you... you know.”
Oh, he did know. Only too well. He rubbed the full length of his erection up and down against her soft, damp flesh. “It doesn’t mean that you won’t, either.”
Her expression was a mix of vulnerability and a heartbreaking yearning that stole the breath from his lungs and spiked his need to be inside her to painful heights. Breathing hard, he felt for the entrance to her quim and drove himself deep.
Exhaling on a sigh, she squirmed against him. “Ohh, Jeremy... that’s so very...oh...”
“Yes, it is.” With his prick firmly seated inside her, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. “You’re like hot velvet, my fierce Juno. My lovely wife-to-be.”
“Not your wife-to-be... yet...” she managed, though her eyes slid closed, and her face wore a look of such rapture that it made it impossible for him not to move.
“You will be.” Gripping her waist to anchor her against him, he began to thrust into her, first with easy plunges, then harder and deeper ones that dragged moans of pleasure up from her throat. And his, too, as she leapt to meet each stroke, her fingers digging into his waist.
With her head arched back he could see the pulse beat in her neck, and it fed his own frantic pulse. There was nothing lovelier than Yvette in the throes of passion. He would never tire of the sight.
Which was why he meant to make sure he got to see it again and again and again, to have her in his bed... in his life.
She slammed hard against him. “Oh... heavens... you... you...”
“Marry me, sweetheart.” He brushed kisses over her chin, her lips, her cheeks, whatever he could reach. “Don’t say no.”
“Jeremy... please... more...”
The word inflamed him. He drove into her, reveling in how she clung to him, undulated against him. Reveling in the hot flesh that enveloped him and welcomed him and made him feel something beyond mere desire. “Say yes... to me. To us.”
Somehow he would persuade her with this, their joining. He would make it good for her. He would make it so she never wanted to let him go, so they were as tightly bound together as man and woman could be.
Because he knew that was what he wanted. Her and him together. “Marry me. God, just marry me... and I swear I’ll make you happy.” It was a promise he’d always been terrified to make. Yet somehow it seemed right with her. And he’d do anything, promise anything, to keep her.
Within reason. But it wasn’t reason that drove him to please her, to drive hard against her where he knew it would most arouse her. To kiss her and pet her and make her his.His,damn it.
“Ohh... like that,” she whispered. “That is... It feels so...”
“I need you.” The urge to come rose in him, inflaming him, making him pound into her, making him say things he shouldn’t, things that showed just how strong a hold she had on him. “I need you, Yvette... God, I need you...”
Her body clamped tight about his prick as she neared her climax. “Yes,” she whispered. “I need you, too. Yes... oh, Lord, yes... Jeremy...Jeremy...”
And as she gave the keening cry that heralded her release, he drove into her and came... hard, violently, with all the force of his roiling, raw emotions.
The contractions of her body milked him dry, turning him weak-kneed as a green lad with his first woman. God, that was incredible.Shewas incredible.
As they drifted down into normalcy, their bodies still straining against each other, she pressed her lips to his ear and murmured, “Yes, Jeremy. Yes.”
And he had his answer at last.
When they emerged from the woods sometime later, Yvette was relieved to see that no one else was about. She was certain she looked exactly like she felt: as if she’d just been thoroughly—and most pleasurably—seduced.
I need you.
