Page 110 of Three Weeks with a Princess
Lia winced. That meant Smithwell knewexactlywhat they were doing.
“That’s embarrassing,” she said, jerking a hand over to shield her mound.
He covered her fingers with his hand, pressing down and sending a jolt of delicious sensation right into the nub of her sex. He rubbed gently and slipped through her fingers to her soft folds. Lia could feel herself growing hotter and ever more damp.
“He knows we’re having a serious discussion,” Jack said. He slid a blunt fingertip right to the entrance of her body. “Very serious.”
Lia grabbed on to his shoulders, swaying a bit as she met his intent gaze. Jack was right. This was one of the most serious moments of her life. Nothing had ever felt as important as what was happening between them.
“Are you ready to find out what comes next?” he whispered as he continued to tease her. When he pushed two fingers just inside her, she whimpered and went up on her toes.
“Um, what?” She’d entirely lost the thread of the conversation.
“The next set of jewels in your jewel box.”
Lia forced herself to concentrate. It seemed impossible because his every touch was a beautiful devastation.
“More rubies, you said,” she gasped.
“Correct. These rubies, to be precise.”
He withdrew his fingers and reached up to touch a nipple, now flushed as red as a berry. His fingers were slick, and when he rubbed the stiff point, Lia almost fainted from a bolt of lust that turned her knees to water.
“Jack, what are you doing?” she squeaked.
“I’m going to taste you.”
Jack sucked her nipple into his mouth, drawing hard. Lia practically had to bite her tongue to keep from shrieking. She felt the tug all through her body, especially low in her belly. A hard shudder racked her, and his hand clamped onto her bottom, holding her firmly.
He went from one breast to the other, licking and teasing. Her nipples burned in a delicious fire that made her squirm. Deep inside, the first tiny contractions were building into a luxurious ache.
Lia pushed her fingers through his thick hair, holding him to her body. To stand before him like this—every part of her exposed to his demanding mouth and his roving hands—was outside the realm of anything she’d ever experienced.
“Jack,” she finally moaned when he’d tormented her to unbearable heights of pleasure. “Stop. Please stop.”
He gave one last nuzzle, then glanced up with an almost comical grimace. “I’ll do so, if you wish, but I’m dead certain it’ll kill me.”
She choked out a laugh as she stroked his hair back from his damp forehead. “I didn’t mean stop completely. Just stop doing that particular thing.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, it felt wonderful,” she confessed. “But it made me want . . . other things.”
His tense mouth relaxed into a teasing smile. “Other things? Could you be more specific?”
“No, I cannot. Besides, I’m sure you know exactly what to do next.”
“It would be helpful if you could articulate your expectations.”
Lia waved a vague hand. “You know. I want you to . . . to touch me.”
He wrapped his fingertips around her nipples and gently tugged. “You mean here?”
She whimpered. “Um, no.”
When he pinched the stiff tips, she grabbed his arms. “Stop teasing me, Jack Easton,” she gasped. “You know very well what I mean.”
He raised a sardonic eyebrow that nonetheless managed to look lascivious.
