Page 29 of Destiny Reclaimed
The flecks of green in her caramel eyes flickered. “I think it can.”
Her sexy, husky voice, coupled with her insinuation, shot utter awareness to his groin. She took a slight step back and slowly undid the buttons on her coat, slid it off, then flung it over the back of the nearest kitchen chair, and turned back to face him.
Unable to help himself, he ran his craving gaze over her, starting with her long, wavy hair that matched the irises in her almond-shaped eyes. Then, down to her bow-shaped, kissable lips where he lingered for a moment as he recalled her sweet taste and the softness of them when he’d kissed her earlier. He’d be returning to them soon and planned to nip at that irresistible dip in the center of her upper lip.
Moving his gaze lower, he stopped at her breasts. The tight black sweater accented them. They appeared larger than he’d remembered. It took some strength, but he lowered his gaze further to the black and white checkered miniskirt she wore. His breath hitched; the material barely reached her thighs. Trailing down her long, slim legs, he didn’t pause again until he reached the top of her tall, black, sexy-as-sin boots. If she intended to seduce him with the help of this outfit, she would surely accomplish her goal.
Where to start though. The entire package was so appealing.
Slowly, he ran his gaze back up her body pausing momentarily at her waist where her slim fingers gripped the hem of her sweater. Good, God—she was going to pull it up and over her head. He hoped his gulp wasn’t as audible to her as it sounded to him. But instead, she tugged down, then smoothed the material out with her hands.
Dammit.
His next focused pause was at her breasts again. His hands itched to touch them. By the time he reached her eyes, there was a fire in them no amount of water could put out.
In two quick steps, he’d reached her, wrapping her tightly in his arms. Her hot, moist mouth pressed to his. Urgency, desire, and passion flowed from her lips. She leaned harder into him. Those enticing breasts of hers pushed firmly to him. His dick throbbed and ached against the restraint of his zipper. In response, he dove deeper into the hot depths of her mouth. She opened wider for him, sliding her sweet tongue against his, teasing, tormenting, driving him insane with need to take this further.
The night before he’d left for war, she’d volunteered herself to him, but at the time he couldn’t—wouldn’t—let her. But now that he was home safe and sound, and they were engaged to be married, he wouldn’t turn down that offer again.
Heat surged through him. Jack released her from his grip, shrugged off his coat, and tossed it onto a chair before he pulled her back into his arms. His gaze zoned in on her mouth where she ran her tongue over her swollen lips, then slipped it back into her mouth. Diving forward he pressed his lips to hers and suckled her sweet tasting tongue.
His heart stilled when she slipped her hand between them, and she pressed her palm to his chest.Shit. Was this too much for her? Was she going to push him away?
Instead, she gripped a handful of his shirt, pulled him closer, and plunged her tongue farther into his mouth. Need coiled tighter in his already aching dick. He reached up and cupped a breast. Even through that snug sweater, it felt like a slice of heaven.
A little moan escaped her. He swallowed it whole as he slid his hand down, then under her sweater and up. His fingers tingled at the touch of her soft skin.
Edging back from him, she gave herself enough space to lift her arms over her head, permitting him to relieve her of that restraining sweater. Sliding his hands up he rid her of the garment.
His mouth watered at the sexy beauty standing before him. A black satin bra pushing up plump, creamy breasts, was not what he expected to see on his sweet, innocent, Gwennie. Nor had been the mini skirt showing off long, shapely legs. He could easily envision them wrapped around him, and those tall, erotic, black boots...well, holy shit.
He reached to her and traced his fingertip along the rim of her bra, brushing lightly over the swell of her soft breasts. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she pulled him forward. Leaning in, he pressed his lips lightly to the top of her right breast, then ran his tongue from the heated spot, over to the valley between her delectable breasts, then up and over the other one. A sweet sound of satisfaction rang out of her, sending another round of awareness to his dick.
He slipped a hand between them, to her bare thigh, and then up to cup her mound. The silky barrier was hot and moist. She leaned against his hand, ready for him.
When she widened her stance, allowing him better access, he slid aside her panties and slipped a finger between her folds and into her hot depths.
“Take me, Jack. I have to have you,” she mouthed against his ear as she hooked one of her legs over his hip.
She sighed when he pulled his finger from her. And though he relished the moist warmth, he wanted to move this to the bedroom and love her more thoroughly and properly.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he lifted, and instinctively, she slung her other leg over his hip, hooking her heels behind his lower back. The leather from her boots squeaked erotically as they rubbed together. His pulse sped up at the thought of her leaving them on as they made love. Did he dare ask for something so brazen from his virgin fiancée?
He froze in place. Thinking about her receptiveness to him just now, and the sexy-as-sin clothing she wore, a nervous quiver raked through him. She seemed to know what she was doing. When he’d left for war, she was a virgin. But, was she still? Had she taken any lovers while he was away?
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” she asked. Concern flickered in her caramel gaze.
“I just want to make sure you’re good with this. You’re ready.”
“I love you. I’ve waited a lifetime for this. For you. Plus, we’re to be married soon.”
Waited. Lifetime.Relief washed over him. He got his answer.
She kissed him lightly on the lips. “I’ve never been more ready for something in my life.”
He moved quickly to the bedroom, set her on her feet, and then edged back a step to soak in the sight of her. Their gazes locked for a hot moment before she reached her arms behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. The shiny material fell forward exposing her plump, creamy breasts. The raspberry tips were appealing. She shrugged the garment off her arms, then reached back to unzip her miniskirt.
His mouth watered at her choreographed tease.
