Page 90 of An Unholy Affair
Jack stared at her breasts as if he’d never seen a pair before.
‘I know it’s not particularly fancy,’ she said, nerves fluttering inside her tummy. She brought her arms up to cover herself and his hands shot out, lightly holding her wrists to stop her. His thumbs made hypnotic circles on her skin.
‘Don’t,’ he murmured. ‘You’re beautiful.’
In her peripheral vision, she saw her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. Her nipples were hard and tingling, poking through the white cotton of her bra as if trying to break free.
He released her wrists, but his thumb kept contact with her skin, drawing lines of fire up her inner arms. His touch was so light, but it felt like a brand, searing down to her soul and marking her as his for life. She held his gaze, the fathomless depth of his pupils drawing her deeper and deeper.
When he reached the top of her arms, he swallowed, hesitating. She inched forward, willing him to touch her breasts. There was a beat. Then he moved inward, the pressure becoming firmer, as his large hands cupped her, the pads of his thumbs grazing over the tips of her nipples.
A lightning bolt of pleasure shot down between her legs and she gasped, her eyes fluttering as if to close. She forced them open, feeding from the fierce desire in his eyes. Hunger and need radiated off him in waves.
His thumbs continued to circle her nipples, pushing the tips against the fabric of her bra, then releasing them. They sprang back with a snap of sensation that made her shiver.
The feelings were overwhelming, but at the same time not enough. She unhooked the clasp of her bra and shook the straps off her shoulders. He lifted his hands to let it drop between them, and she arched forward, offering herself to him.
‘God, Eveline,’ Jack murmured as he stared. ‘You’re so beautiful.’
Her heart was pounding faster and faster. She’d never felt so powerful before and yet so desperate to surrender her body to his. She moved to his lap, spreading her legs wide to straddle him, her skirt riding up her thighs. Holding the sides of his face, she kissed him, her tongue sweeping into the wet heat of his mouth, his groan tingling through her lips.
She could barely keep up with the feelings ricocheting around inside her, but when his hands found her bare breasts, she tore her lips from his with a gasp. Then his head dipped, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
‘Oh, oh, oh!’
Blinding pleasure tore through her and she clung to him, her fingers lacing in his hair to tug him closer. As he pulled the nipple further in, the rough flat of his tongue rubbed across the tip. Sparkles of light rained down inside her, pooling between her legs, urging her to rock against the hardness of his cock. After so many years without physical intimacy, her body was crying out for him. She didn’t want to take things slowly. She needed him inside her now.
Shaking, she fumbled to unfasten his jeans, yanking at the stiff button as if to punish it for getting in her way. His hand covered hers, capturing her fingers.
He raised his head, his gaze unfocused, his cheeks flushed.
She growled at him.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and he raised an eyebrow in question.
‘I want to have sex,’ she said, tugging her hand from his. She resumed her attack on his trousers. ‘Now.’
He interlaced his fingers with hers, pulling them away. ‘Can I pleasure you first?’
She stopped, startled. ‘I, er, just want to get to the good bit,’ she stammered.
‘Hmm,’ he replied, lazily stroking her nipple. ‘So, this doesn’t feel good?’
Her laugh was breathless. ‘Yes, of course…’ He maintained eye contact as he brought his mouth to her breast. ‘Oh, oh my—Ah!’ He sucked and nibbled until she was panting and writhing on his lap. ‘But… Jack—’
‘Hmm?’ he replied. The vibrations from his voice trembled through her, amplifying every sensation.
‘Oh! Er, ahhhhh!’ She pulled away from him before she lost all control. ‘But what about you?’
His lips were wet, and the sight tugged deep in her core. He licked her other nipple, then brought his fingers to the glistening tips, spreading the moisture in agonising circles.
‘Me?’ His voice was a dark rumble.
‘Yes, this er—Oh! Oh!—’ she gasped as he pinched the hardened nubs. ‘I want—Ahh! You, I wantyouto enjoy it,’ she finally managed.
His gaze was incendiary, his fingers still teasing her. ‘Feel my cock, Eveline.’
A wave of heat barrelled through her at his words, lighting fires that scorched across her skin. ‘I…’
