Page 112 of Three Weeks with a Princess
“Now this,” he whispered back.
He eased her onto the head of his shaft, then curled his hands around her hips and began to guide her as he slowly pushed up. She was so wet she thought he’d slip right inside, but he was large and thick and she was tight. Lia winced and closed her eyes as he forged into her in a steady, determined slide.
“Look at me, darling,” Jack said in a rasping voice.
Sucking in a deep breath, she dragged open her eyelids and met his gaze. His eyes were obsidian black and he looked drugged with pleasure.
He was so handsome and so hers that Lia’s heart throbbed with a joy that felt almost like grief. It was too beautiful, too impossible to last in the real world.
Jack pressed a tender kiss on her lips. “Ready?” he murmured.
She frowned. “Aren’t we already doing it?”
“Almost. Right after . . .” He gave one firm thrust and Lia felt a stabbing pain, her maidenhead finally and fully breeched.
“. . . this,” Jack growled.
She grimaced. “Good Lord. That part was not particularly pleasant.”
He leaned his forehead against hers, his hands moving in soothing circles on her damp back. “I know, love. I’m truly sorry, but I have to admit I’ve never felt anything so good in my life. This is better than anything.”
She huffed out an amused breath. “Naturally, I’m so pleased for you.”
He leaned back and smiled, looking so carefree and happy that her heart filled with joy. For too long he’d been weighed down by worry.
“You are an imp, my girl,” he said, “but I promise it will get better.”
“I hope so, my lord, or I shall be most disappointed,” she said pertly. Who would have thought this would be a moment for teasing? But she was filled with an emotion as bubbly as champagne and it was all she could do not to laugh.
“No pressure there,” he said dryly.
She did laugh at that, but then he moved a hand between them, finding her tight bud again. Pleasure drowned out the fading sting, and she instinctively began to move.
She was tentative at first, with Jack’s hands guiding her as he whispered lascivious encouragement. Soon she found her rhythm, rocking on his shaft while his fingers stroked her. The shimmering, startling beauty once more glimmered within reach as she felt the first contractions deep in her womb. Jack thrust harder, one hand on her hip to steady her, the other teasing her sex.
All pain had been replaced by the most wonderful, utterly filled sensation. She draped her arms over his shoulders and let herself move in sensual, undulating waves. It was so wrong to be with him like this and so wildly scandalous, sitting on top of him, taking her wicked pleasure.
Lia loved every moment of it.
“That’s it, my love,” he said in a harsh voice.
He was now thrusting up in sharp strokes that touched an incredible spot deep inside her. His fingers flickered over her sex, driving her higher, making her reach for a sensation akin to an incandescent burst of light and warmth. Lia wrapped herself around him, letting him control the movement, relishing the slippery silk of his waistcoat rubbing over her tight nipples.
Jack growled and tipped her over his arm, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth. He gave a hard thrust and everything contracted in one last burst of need, suspending her on the edge. Then her need expanded and burst, flooding her trembling limbs with rapture. Her body clenched around him, inside and out, and she let out a few tight sobs of joy and relief.
They remained locked together for a few minutes, panting, their heated bodies slowly cooling. Jack smoothed a hand up and down her spine, gently pulling her back to sanity. Lia went along reluctantly, letting the perfect moment slide away with a gentle sigh of regret.
“All right, love?” he murmured against her ear.
She pushed up so she could see his face. He stroked her messy hair, regarding her with so much tenderness and concern.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she said. “Thank you.”
He kissed her nose. “You’re welcome, although I do think I should be the one thanking you.”
“I suppose we can split the spoils, can we not? We can be mutually grateful.”
“Sensible as always, Miss Kincaid, which is another thing I love about you.”
