Page 63 of Veiled in Stars and Silver
She released a breathy laugh as she pitched with him, rubbing on his hardness even as he moved against her. “I may have watched my neighbor have a few interludes through my bedroom window.”
“Mm. Naughty Darling.”
Her cheeks and neck were flushed red. Her calf rubbed against his backside. “You’re glad I did.”
“Ever so glad.”
He closed his mouth over hers and dipped his tongue between her lips. He slid his over hers, and a shudder of pleasure moved through her.
This was too much. He needed her clothes off.
He pressed his palm more firmly under her ass and lifted her. Her other leg wound around him and she gripped his neck, her lips moving against his. His tongue flicked against the roof of her mouth, playfully.
Papers, inkwells, and quills scattered as he shoved her onto the desk. Only then did he pull away. She made a small noise of disapproval and he gave her a licentious smile. “Don’t worry, love, I’ve not finished with you yet.”
He shed himself of his trousers and crawled up onto the desk after her. She laid back, her legs spread. “I’m ready.”
Hell, he wanted to take her right now. But no, he wouldn’t allow himself to have her that easily. He’d work for it.
After what she’d done for him, she deserved to come a little undone.
He slid his hook again between her breasts, then ever so slowly pulled down. The fabric ripped under his pressure,each thread snapping. He caught on her bodice. He pressed the tip into the seam and tore through it. His hook scraped along her skin and Wendy’s eyes blazed with passion as he shredded through her clothes. He cut through every part that barred her from him. When he’d split her dress and everything underneath in two, he shoved them aside, revealing her peaked nipples. And that lovely space between her thighs.
He leaned over her, pressing his face into the hollow of her throat and peppering kisses as he descended to her breasts. He lingered there, letting his stubble scrape across her and enjoying her delighted moan. Using his lips and teeth, he teased her supple skin, her taste of lavender and sea breeze coating his tongue. He swiped his thumb over her peaked nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers.
Her fingers twined into his hair, her breaths ragged. His hook glided lightly over her, exploring the soft skin of her inner thighs, pricking against her left side and settling on her hip. All the while his tongue continued to explore the underside of her breasts.
The yearning between his own legs was becoming unbearable.
“Wendy,” he ground out her name, and that was all she needed. She understood.
“Take me, James.”
“It will hurt…”
“I don’t care.”
He adjusted into the right position and then worked his way into her gradually. Her shoulders pressed into the desk. Her teeth gritted. “Don’t stop.”
Her fingers grasped against his neck, and she rolled her hips. “Hard and fast,” she whispered.
“But—”
“Hard and fast.” She gazed at him through her lashes, her jaw set.
She knew what she wanted, and he could no longer hold back. He shoved inside her, heat burning through his body, dropping between his legs. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming into her again.
“Shit Wendy, you’re so tight.”
He reached in between their rolling bodies, his fingers digging into her skin, sinking, searching for that most sensitive place between her legs.
She looked at him, erotic pleasure swirling in her gaze. “What are you—”
A gasp escaped her lips when he found it. A carnal smile slid over his face as he toyed with that spot, digging, rubbing, stimulating.
“Jas, Jas, Jas.” She gasped his name over and over.
Watching her come undone was undoing Hook. That name from her lips, the lust in her voice. The thrust of her hips.
