Page 21 of His Mansion

His gaze trapped hers. “Don’t move.”

Dara smiled and pressed her open hand to his skin and froze it there. He stared into her eyes, observing, evaluating. Her pulse kicked up a notch as the endless circles he’d been making on her hip changed and he slid his fingers under the edge of her panties. It was the work of a moment to tug them to the side. A finger parted her already wet curls—just being with him had made her needy. Made her ready, and when he slid two fingers deep into her sex, she moaned aloud.

All motion stopped.

His voice whispered tantalizingly over her skin. “I’m sorry. I forgot to warn you. No noises either. Understand?”

She blinked and squeezed her lips together.

“Good girl.” He slid his fingers in and out a few times, nicking her clitoris with his thumb on every thrust. Dara concentrated hard to remain still, to not pump her hips toward his hand to add to the intensity.

Suddenly his fingers left her and she bit back her protest. She was nowhere near done. Empty, aching. He brought his hand up to his nose and breathed deeply, moisture glistening on his fingers.

Her heart skipped a beat.

“Fabulous. I wonder if you’re as sweet as I think you’ll be?” Jack flipped his hand around and brushed his fingertips against her lips, the scent of her arousal strong in her nostrils as he painted her lips with her own arousal.

Then he kissed her. Nibbles and licks, tiny bites to her lower lip before dragging it into his mouth and lapping all traces of moisture away. A heavy pulse beat in her core, along with a throbbing desire to be filled, but she remembered to stay still in spite of the temptation to rub. As he kissed her, he returned his hand to cup her mound, holding her firmly, but without enough pressure for her to reach a climax.

She was painfully close from only his kisses.

His tongue thrust into her mouth and she suckled it happily, imagining it plunging instead into her heated core. Wishing there was something filling her up. The kiss went on and on, and all the while she was conscious this wasJackshe was kissing—her friend, her confidant. He held a piece of her heart, and now he seemed to have found the key to her body.

He drew back, breathless, eyes dark with desire, pupils dilated. He stared at her for a long moment before speaking. “You are very sweet. Thank you for sharing with me.”

When he moved to separate them, she shivered with dismay. Oh my God, no, that wasn’t it, was it? Dara opened her mouth to protest, then paused. He smiled. “You can talk.”

“You’re not going to stop, are you?” Damn, was that her voice? That whining child?

He examined her face, and she wondered if it revealed exactly how hot he’d made her. How close to the edge he’d brought her with a very simple touch. “Anticipation will make the rewards ahead even sweeter, Dara. I choose to wait. Can you?”

The sexual heat raging inside made her want to scream no and demand he bring her to a climax. The woman in her wanted to please him. She’d loved being restrained last night at his suggestion; perhaps this was something else he could teach her.

She lowered her eyes and took a deep breath. “Yes.”

Jack lifted her chin and forced her to look at him. He shook his head gently, tenderness in his gaze. “I don’t want you cowering before me or hiding your eyes. I may like to call the shots, but you are my equal in all ways. You can always say no. Understood?”

A smile broke free. That’s the Jack she knew, looking out for her even as he whipped her world into a frenzy. A shot of mischief skipped through her and she rolled on top, catching him by surprise.

“Understood.” She leaned closer and kissed him hard, ignoring the urge to grind her sex against his rock-solid abdomen.

He sat up with her in his arms and tousled her hair. “Come on, sweetheart, it’s time to get ready for the day.”

When he pushed her toward the bathroom, she went with a final kiss to his cheek, a smile lingering on her lips.

An hourlater Dara was still smiling.

“How many runs you think we can we track up before we lose the fresh powder?” She flipped her goggles onto the brim of her helmet. The sun dazzled her eyes, crystals catching and reflecting back on every turn. There weren’t many skiers out yet, not this early on a Friday.

“If we keep heading higher, we’ll be good for the whole morning.” Kane and Jack bumped fists then slid forward to wait their turn for the chair.

“Remember there’s only double chairs on the top half of the hill.” Dara didn’t want to be separated from either of them. She leaned her hip casually against Jack’s side and he snuck a kiss from her. The cold air contrasted with the warmth of his mouth and made her lips tingle. She hadn’t intended on doing anything physical with the guys while they were on the hill, but they had other plans. They couldn’t seem to keep their hands off her. Every time they stopped she got pulled against one or the other of them and kissed thoroughly.

All the attention was making her feel a trifle giddy.

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep you warm.” Kane wiggled his brows at her as they settled on the chair and lowered the safety bar.

“Let me hold your poles,” Jack offered, and she handed them over. She twisted on the seat, trying to get comfortable for the long ride up. She leaned on Jack, his right arm that rested along the back of the chair the perfect height to support her head.

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