Page 31 of Dangerous Lover

His mouth was so close to hers he could feel her breath in little spurts, the uneven breathing of someone under stress. “Are you nervous?” he whispered.

She cleared her throat. “A little,” she confessed.

“Don’t be.” In a second, he had her bra undone and his hand was cupping the soft roundness of her breast, his thumb rubbing the nipple gently. He could feel her heartbeat, fast and light. He had to ask. “Are you scared?”

“Of you?” Caroline pulled back a little to look him in the eyes. “No.”

His breath came out in a whoosh of relief. “That’s good. Because I won’t hurt you. I promise you that.”

“No.” Her eyes watched his, mouth uptilted in a faint smile. “I believe you.”

Jack ran his hands up her back and moved to her shoulders. Slowly, he pushed the open dress off her shoulders and watched it drop to the floor, together with her bra.

She was almost naked, with only black panties and black lace-topped thigh highs and black heels. It was like some fantasy vision. Jack thought he’d built up his memories of Caroline over the years into a woman too beautiful to be true. As it turned out, his memories didn’t do her justice.

Jesus, she was so beautiful it hurt the heart. Pale, perfect, so delicately built he was almost afraid to touch her. Something about his expression must have worried her because the anxious look was back in her eyes. Though she didn’t raise her hands to cover herself, her shoulders hunched, as if to somehow hide her breasts. He needed to say something to reassure her.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, then winced. “Ouch. That wasn’t quite how I wanted to say it, sorry.”

Somehow it worked. He had made Caroline smile. “Thanks. It’s not the most elegant of phrasing but … thanks.”

What point was she at? He needed to know.

Jack knelt before her, placed one delicate foot on his thigh and slowly rolled the stocking down her leg. God, this was a fantasy scene too, calculated to drive any male out of his mind with lust.

Her legs were long, slender without being skinny, with thesmallest most delicate ankles he’d ever seen. In a moment, he’d removed shoes and stockings.

Jesus, even her feet were gorgeous. Small, pale with an elegant arch to the foot.

Jack had never been adventurous in bed. Once he got the woman in bed, his usual style was to climb on top and put it in. Once he was in, he could stay for hours, but he wasn’t much for the fancy stuff. He rarely went down, rarely was on the bottom. Meat and potatoes sex, that was his style.

But right now, running his hands along the long, elegant, soft length of Caroline’s legs, he had a sudden urge to kiss her toes, one by one. Suck them. Run his mouth along the delicate arch of her foot. Lightly bite his way up to her narrow ankle.

His breathing was ragged as he contemplated her pretty feet. No, he finally decided. No way could he start at her toes. He’d come before he reached the knees.

He ran his hand up her leg, leaning forward, mouth level with her belly button. He nuzzled her flat little belly, while cupping her slender calves, running a finger behind her knees, around to the inner thigh and up until he was cupping her mound, moving his hand gently back and forth in a silent signal to widen her stance.

“Open for me,” he breathed against her belly. Unsteadily, Caroline took her foot off his thigh, and stood with her legs slightly apart. He kept an arm braced around her back so she wouldn’t fall.

Rose-scented musk rose from her, Caroline’s perfume mixed with arousal. He could clearly smell it, coming fromthe thatch of soft, light-colored hair between her thighs. Never had a smell been so welcome. Gently, Jack pressed a finger into her and nearly wept with relief and fear.

She was wet, all right. His finger was coated with moisture as he penetrated her carefully. But not wet enough to take him, not yet. And she was godawful tight. Her little sex closed around his finger like a wet, soft vise. He probed gently with his finger, withdrawing so he could spread some of the moisture around her opening. Jack was operating by touch alone, carefully watching her face. When his finger brushed against her clitoris, she gave a sudden exhalation of breath, her mouth rounding in an O.

“Do you like that?” he murmured, stroking her carefully, hoping the calluses on his skin weren’t hurting her. Everything about her sex seemed so delicate to him, the tissues incredibly soft. He ran his finger over the clitoris again and her legs trembled. If he hadn’t had his hands on her, he wouldn’t have felt it.

“Yes,” she whispered in the darkness. “I like that.”

Jack rose slowly from his crouch, wincing against the pain in his crotch as his dick rubbed against the tight, stiff denim, and kissed his way up the center of her chest, up her neck, along her jawline. Soft, reassuring little kisses. Pecks, really.

With his finger still inside her, he could literallyfeelwhat turned her on, and it was just his sheer rotten luck that gentleness did it. With each soft kiss, she turned a little wetter, and his finger could slide into her with greater ease. When he nuzzled the skin under her ear, she sighed and moved against his hand, her opening softer now, and warmer.

Jack moved his other hand from her waist to cup her neck, his fingers moving in the rose-scented silken strands of her hair. Locks fell over his wrist in a soft cascade. He kissed her softly, gently and she sighed into his mouth, moving under his hands, coming closer to him, her mouth shifting under his. She showed no signs of actually wanting to get on the bed and get it on. She was enjoying the kissing, the gentle touches, the stroking.

Was this what gentlemen did? Kiss forever? Didn’t they ever get to fuck? Jack felt like steam was coming out of his groin and his dick hurt. It hurt to breathe, too. He felt tight bands around his chest, squeezing the air from his lungs.

The only good thing was that the kisses were working. Jack stroked her tongue with his and she actually clenched around his finger in a little ripple.

Yes!

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