Page 84 of Three Weeks with a Princess
“All I want you to do is enjoy yourself,” he said. “This night is entirely for you.”
He kissed her lips, briefly parting them for a taste. She sighed into his mouth and let her fingers curl into the silky tips of his hair. Her heart thumped as her mind struggled to grasp that she could touch him as much as she wanted, wherever she wanted.
It was so much more than she’d ever thought she’d have.
He pulled back with an appreciative murmur and went to work on her conveniently front-laced stays.
“That was much too easy,” he said, tugging them down. “You’re not to wear a garment like this again, is that clear? It gives a man ideas.”
“It certainly seems to have worked with you.”
“Yes, and all my ideas about you are scandalous,” he said as he cupped her breast.
Her nipples were dark and stiff with arousal, pushing against the thin fabric of her shift. He thumbed first one, then the other. The linen rasped across the tight beads with delicious abrasion, sending shivers coursing along her skin.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
Jack held her tight as he slowly lowered his head. His tongue flicked out, laving her nipples through her shift. Lia wriggled, silently urging him to increase the pressure. He resisted, obviously intent on teasing her. When she tried to arch up into the light pressure, he lifted away from her.
“That’s just cruel,” she gasped.
“Is it?” he murmured. His entire focus was on her chest, where he’d pulled the damp fabric tightly across the stiff peaks.
“Yes.” She needed so much more than gentle play. She needed his hands and his mouth on every part of her, drawing forth the sensations she’d craved for so many long, lonely years. “I don’t like being teased and you know it.”
He scraped a palm across the tight point. “But it’s such fun to tease,” he said, his tone full of masculine satisfaction.
Well, two could play at that game.
Giving him a taunting smile, she flexed her hips, pressing down into his lap. His erection pulsed against her bottom and he made a slight, choking sound. Lia ran her index finger down his proud, aristocratic nose, then dragged it across his lips while she wriggled her hips again.
“You were saying, my lord?” she purred.
In retrospect, her form of teasing might have been a bit of a mistake because lust burned hot across Jack’s features, searing away any hint of laughter in his eyes. The muscles of his legs went as hard as iron and his arm locked around her shoulder in an unbreakable grip.
“No more games, Lia.” His hand curled around her breast, firm and possessive.
“But it’s all a game, isn’t it?” she whispered. Even as her heart swelled with emotion, she knew that this could never be more than a brief moment of magic. It could never be forever.
“It’s much more than that,” he said, sounding almost grim. “Because you’re mine.”
He took her shift and yanked, ripping the top. She gasped as he squeezed a flushed nipple between his fingertips.
“Allmine,” he rasped.
Then his mouth was on her. She cried out and jerked against him, but he held her fast, sucking and laving her breasts until she thought she would faint. Lia had dreamed of this so often, their first time together, and she’d always thought it would be slow and gentle, with tender touches and tentative whisperings. That their lovemaking would be dreamy and soft, in her cozy bed under the eaves of Bluebell Cottage.
But instead this was a hurricane, terrifying in its intensity, and she wanted it so much her heart threatened to beat its way out of her chest. She squirmed, pulling a hand free and clamping it to the back of Jack’s head, pushing her breast into the scorching depths of his mouth. Her back curved in a fierce arch, her body offering him everything he wanted.
A few seconds later he eased back—she wanted to scream from frustration—and let his tongue rest flat against one throbbing nipple. Lia moaned and yanked on the thick locks of his hair.
“Ouch,” he said, glancing up at her. The laughter was back in his eyes, although heat flickered behind the amusement, like distant summer lightning.
“Why are you stopping?” she panted. Her sex had grown soft and wet, throbbing with the need for release.
“Because I shouldn’t be all over you like a slavering beast. At least not our first time together.”
First and only time together.
