Page 74 of Dangerous Lover

Enjoy.

He sure intended to.

Jack dropped to a crouch, wincing a little as his dick rubbed up against the back of the zipper of his jeans. Fuck, it hurt. Maybe he should just go naked around Caroline, spare himself the pain.

He slowly slipped her right shoe off, then the left, getting a kick out of looking at her pretty feet and her toenail polish gleaming creamy pink through the stockings.

Herankles were slender, he was easily able to encircle her ankles with his hands. “You have such beautiful feet,” he whispered, raising his eyes to hers.

They were silver in this light, rimmed by a darker blue. “Thank you,” she whispered back.

He leaned forward, running his hands from her ankles up the outside of her thighs, up under her skirt. Watching her eyes, he slowly pulled the stockings and her lace underpants down and off.

He leaned forward a little, his shoulders forcing her knees apart.

“Lie down, honey,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. “This will take a while.”

That brought a smile to her lips. She ran a hand over his hair, then slowly lay down, one arm covering her eyes.

Fine. She didn’t need to see. She only had to feel.

Jack reached around her to unzip her skirt and pulled it gently down and off. She was naked from the waist down, hips sharply outlined, belly concave, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, completely open to him.

Jack rarely went down. He didn’t have any objection to it, but he wasn’t wild for it, either.

Right now, though, his head was filled with the thought of kissing her there—right where his dick would go, but later. A gentle movement of his hands and she opened her thighs wider and Jack simply couldn’t tear his eyes from her. Pale pink,perfect flesh surrounded by a soft thatch of red-gold hair.

He hadn’t turned on the light to give her a sense of intimacy, but he had excellent night vision. He could see everything, perfectly. The long, pearly, silky slide of her thighs

He parted her with his thumbs, like unfurling a flower. He’d done this before, but it felt like the first time. It had never been Caroline whose legs he held apart, whose delicate flesh he was looking at.

He kissed her, exactly as he would her mouth. She tasted like the sea, spicy and warm. She was panting lightly, the sound loud in the quiet room, a little moan with each pass of his tongue. Jack closed his eyes a moment and concentrated on her—on the moisture welling out of her, on the way her thighs shook slightly, on the way her stomach muscles clenched when he entered her with his tongue.

“Jack,” she murmured, drawing in a sharp breath when he licked her more deeply. He angled for a deeper taste of her, and felt the walls of her sex move, a sharp contraction.

Oh, yes.

Silky soft, wet. Tasting of the sea, smelling of roses and sex. He lapped and licked and completely lost all sense of himself, kneeling before her, like a supplicant kneeling before his goddess.

When she came, it was with strong little tugs of her sex against his tongue, the most amazing feeling.

“Jack.” There was need there in her voice.

Caroline needing something…he was programmed to respond. Though part of him wanted to spend the next ten thousand years kneeling by the bed, loving her with his mouth, the rest of him needed to be in her.

A second later, he’d entered her in one long stroke, both of them moaning with relief. He bent to kiss her, and the rest of her moans were lost in his mouth.

The strokes were long, deep, lazy, the entire world reduced to the woman under him and to where they were joined.

There were no thoughts possible in this enchanted land of Caroline—just sensations. The warmth and softness of her, the wet welcome he could feel along every inch of his dick, her arms and legs holding him tightly.

Strong as he was, he could never break her hold on him.

For the first time in his life, Jack lost all sense of himself. He felt like he’d entered her skin, her head, pulling out exactly what she wanted. When she came, he prolonged it, changing the angle of his thrusts, until her head fell back over his arm and her arms and legs fell back onto the bed.

That was when he took his own pleasure, hard and fast. She was wet and soft enough to take him fully and—oh my God—when he came, he exploded with his entire body, from his toes to the top of his head.

He collapsed on her, wrung out, a completely different man, Caroline filling his head. She’d been violated today, but he’d make it better, and from this moment on, nothing would ever touch her.

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