Page 46 of Revelations of A Secret Princess

For this moment it didn’t matter what she’d done or planned to do.

Who knew that fury and physical desire could be such potent bedfellows? That hate sex could be so powerful?

‘Sorry?’ He’d seen her lips move but his tumultuous pulse drowned the words.

‘I said, don’t you dare stop.’

Satisfaction crested like a curling wave thundering down onto a beach. Finally he had the real Caro. Stripped of lies and subterfuge. As vulnerable as he to the stark force of mutual attraction.

Ridiculously Jake’s heart lifted. They both wanted this, both needed it. And when it was done the niggling ache he’d felt ever since Caro Rivage stepped into his world would be gone.

He couldn’t wait.

Sliding his hands down warm silk to that slender waist, he lifted her off the ground, intending to find the bedroom. But the movement brought her exquisite, jiggling breasts high. His mouth dried, his ability to plan more than a few steps ahead disintegrated and instead he deposited her on a nearby piece of furniture. He didn’t know what it was, only that its height meant she now sat almost level with his groin.

Without hesitation he stepped closer, hands in her voluminous skirts. Caro didn’t try to stop him. Her knees fell open, inviting him closer, and her own hands were busy tugging his bow tie undone, ripping at his shirt.

Finally his questing hands met sheer nylon. He closed his eyes in frustration. He should have guessed a princess would wear pantyhose for a ball. He’d have to—

His fingers touched bare flesh. Stockings, not pantyhose. Elation rose. He touched lace between her legs, then, sliding his fingers beneath it, damp curls.

A shudder of lust racked Jake. He set his jaw, searching for the willpower to exhibit some control.

Soft hands palmed his chest, nudging his shirt and jacket wide. They slid down from chest to navel, to the top of his trousers. A second later nimble fingers undid his trousers.

His eyes snapped open as his clothes fell away and her hands curled around his length.

Arousal quaked through him. His skin pulled taut as heat shot hard and heavy to his groin.

Jake pulled her against him, his lips on hers, driving into her welcoming mouth.

There was no thought involved as he bent his knees to bring his erection to that sweet spot between her thighs. Or tugged her lacy underwear aside. Only the same instinct that made him plant one hand on her hip, tilting her towards him.

Something stirred in his brain. Some thought he couldn’t catch. Something...

She shifted and suddenly he was there, the head of his shaft testing slick velvety heat. Her tongue swirled against his, her hand tightened on his length and the fragment of thought disintegrated.

Pulling her hand away, he planted it on his backside before drawing her legs over his hips and plunging into her beckoning depths.

Someone groaned. Was it him?

Caro’s fingers wrapped possessively around his neck while she laid waste to his senses with that eager mouth. Her other hand clawed at his glute as if to hold him exactly where he was.

But Jake couldn’t stay still. With a deliberate slowness that took him right to the edge of sensory overload, he withdrew then thrust again, deep and sure. Instantly she quivered. Tiny ripples of movement that coalesced into a powerful, clenching shudder that drew tight around him and hurled him over the edge with her. It was too soon, far too soon, but he was powerless to resist the force of this rocketing climax.

He was no stranger to sexual gratification but this pleasure was so sharp, so intense he lost himself utterly.

Instead of darkness there was light and colour. The deep blue-purple of the sky at twilight surrounded him, drugged him, lulled him through the force of that potent climax until, a lifetime later, it resolved into Caro’s wide eyes, holding his in dazed wonder.

Jake shivered as aftershocks powered through him and he spilled again and again in hot, urgent pulses.

Even when it was over he couldn’t process anything like a clear thought. Only the need to stay where he was, lodged within her, eaten up by those big violet eyes, with her long legs wrapped tight around his hips and his soul in paradise.

Finally, tentatively, he shifted his weight, only to feel her hands clutch tighter as if she couldn’t bear the separation.

He understood the feeling. They hovered in a cushioned cloud of ecstasy.

Yet as the thought rose, so did others. Jake remembered the sheer perfection of losing himself in her intimate heat, pulsing hard and unfettered.

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