Page 50 of One Night of Scandal
“Anywhere. Everywhere.”
He touched her breast, stroking along the underside and then lightly pinching the nipple. “Here?”
She gasped and nodded, her lids drooping.
He skimmed his hand down over her rib cage and along her belly, then over to her hip. He caressed the curve there and traveled to her backside, cupping and squeezing her flesh. “Here?”
She put her hands on her shoulders, perhaps to steady herself. He could feel her quivering. “Yes.”
Trailing his fingertips back over and around her thigh, he moved them up between her legs until he felt the heat of her. “Here?”
Her hands squeezed his shoulders. “Yes. Please.”
She was already wet when he grazed his fingers along her folds. She cried out again, her fingertips digging into his flesh. He found her clitoris then and rubbed against her until she moaned. Then he remembered what she’d said earlier, that she’d wanted him inside her.
He’d kept a tight rein on his control, but it was beginning to slip. Desire and need built to a crescendo within him, and he stroked a finger inside her. She moaned again, more loudly this time, and he kissed her in a wild frenzy.
He wanted to hear her scream. He wanted tomakeher scream.
Jack lifted her onto the bed and quickly tore his breeches away. Climbing up, he knelt between her legs and kissed her belly. Then he pressed on her inner thighs and put his mouth on her sex.
“Jack!”
He lifted his head, not to look up at her, but to ask, “Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
He licked along her sex and used his thumb and fingers to tease her clitoris. “Making you scream, I hope.”
“Ican’tscream. Your staff will think something is wrong.”
“My staff will think I’m pleasuring the woman who will soon be my wife. Which is precisely what I’m doing.” He put his tongue inside her and pressed on her clitoris, agitating her flesh until she bucked off the bed and indeed let out a wail.
He felt her orgasm coming, her muscles tensing as he put his finger back inside her and stroked in and out. It was barely a moment before she cried out once more and her flesh shuddered around him.
Rising onto his knees, he looked down at her satisfaction-glazed expression with a truly absurd amount of male pride.
She opened her eyes and tried to focus on him. “I never expectedthat.”
“Good. I shall endeavor to always surprise you.”
A shadow of unease crept over her features. “That’s not all, is it?”
“It is if you want it to be.” He prayed she didn’t want it to be.
She looked up at him with a thoroughly petulant and provocative expression that made his cock harden even more. “You promised to shag me senseless, and I’m not leaving until you do.”
The need she’d felt a few minutes before, which she’d thought he’d satisfied, came roaring back. She couldn’t stop staring at the gorgeous expanse of his muscled chest and the alluring dip between his waist, hip, and groin. Jack, she decided, had to be the perfect male specimen, far more attractive than any painting or sculpture she’d seen.
And then there was his manhood. Hiscock. That was the word she’d giggled over several years ago when discussing the act of sexual intercourse with her friends. It had seemed a silly word, but now, looking at the hard shaft, it seemed somehow appropriate.
She leaned up and reached for him, grazing her fingertips across the moist head peeking forth from his foreskin.
He sucked in a breath.
“Is this all right?”
“It’s marvelous. Stupendous. The single greatest moment of my life.” Except he sounded as if he were in pain.
