His Secretary Mistress(48)

Instantly her senses clamoured for more. He had kissed her a couple of times during the afternoon, brief caresses after he had first ensured that Maisie wasn’t watching, and Jenna had appreciated his sensitivity. But it hadn’t allayed the almost desperate urge to have him kiss her properly. Now they were alone, and suddenly she felt ridiculously shy and unsure. It was all so frighteningly new, this sudden intimacy. She couldn’t look at him without recalling the beauty of his naked body, the burning intensity in his eyes when he had come inside her.

‘Why did you ask if I was tired?’ she murmured, and his mouth curved into a slow, sensual smile.

‘Because you’re as sure as hell not frigid. I think we demonstrated that fact in Yorkshire. I asked because I thought you might need a lie-down.’

‘That was very thoughtful of you,’ she agreed, her eyes sparkling with humour—and something deeper.

‘My motives are completely altruistic,’ he assured her gravely as he lay back on the cushions and pulled her on top of him.

His jeans were old and faded, the denim stretched taut over his thighs, and as Jenna settled her weight on him she couldn’t hide her shock at the hard proof of his arousal.

‘Mmm, that’s good,’ he muttered thickly as she wriggled against him, and he moved so that their thighs were locked in an erotic simulation of lovemaking. ‘You don’t know how desperately I’ve wanted to do this all day,’ he added, his hand sliding into her hair to cup her nape and draw her mouth down to his.

From the first stroke of his tongue she was on fire, and only eased away a fraction to enable him to pull her tee shirt over her head. He dispensed with her bra with similar speed and she sat astride him, her hair falling over her shoulders while his hands skimmed her ribcage to settle over each breast, his fingers moving in ever decreasing circles until they hovered over her nipples.

‘Please,’ she whimpered, liquid heat pooling between her thighs as he stroked each sensitive peak and then slowly drew her down so that he could repeat the action with his tongue. When at last he released her and gently pushed her up again she was trembling with need, and saw her hunger mirrored in the fierce glitter of his eyes.

‘I want you,’ he told her bluntly. ‘Now. I can’t wait.’

He swung his legs over the side of the sofa, taking her with him so that she was standing before him, and she could only watch as he wrenched open the button on her jeans, drew down the zip and tugged the material over her hips. Her knickers swiftly followed, but when she would have joined him again on the sofa he stayed her, his fingers pressing into her hips while his mouth trailed a line of fire from her navel to the junction between her thighs. Even when she guessed his intentions she couldn’t quite warrant that he would do it, but as his lips moved lower and his tongue probed with gentle insistence at the entrance to her vagina she gripped his hair, at first to pull him away and then, as pleasure overwhelmed her, to hold him against her.

The sweet torment of his tongue took her higher and higher; she could feel the first spasms of pleasure and gasped. ‘I want you, Alex, I want you to… Oh!’

The rest of her words were lost as a tidal wave ripped through her, her whole body clenching and shaking so that he had to support her legs. Only then did he draw her down onto the sofa and stand himself, quickly dispensing with jeans and boxers and coming down on top of her to enter her with one powerful thrust.

Having already climaxed, Jenna’s only thought was to aid him in reaching the same heights, but as he set a rhythm and drove into her with steady, deepening strokes she felt the waves of pleasure build again, gradual at first, but growing, clamouring, until she sobbed his name. She clamped around him and he paused, fought for control, and lost it spectacularly, his body shuddering with the power of his release until he lay, sated and replete within her.

‘Definitely not frigid,’ he teased as he smoothed her damp hair from her face, and she smiled shyly.

‘It was never like that with Lee,’ she admitted huskily. ‘And I’ve never slept with anyone else.’

‘Let’s keep it that way, shall we?’ His voice was light as he stood up, but there was something in his voice, a look in his eyes, that caused her heart to thump in her chest.

One day at a time, he had said. But the possessive gleam in his expression told her that he wasn’t just looking for a brief affair. What did he want? she wondered. It was too soon for both of them to hope for any degree of permanency, yet Maisie had taken an instant liking to him. Wariness cautioned her to keep Maisie’s contact with Alex to a minimum, to protect the little girl from hurt should the affair end, but if she hoped to develop a long-term relationship with him she would have to have some faith in him.