Seduced by His Touch(30)

       
           


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"You know how many hours it's been?" she said, awed by the knowledge that he'd been keeping count.

"Close enough to make a fair guess," he admitted. "Now, let's stop  talking. We're wasting precious time." Capturing her mouth, he gave her a  kiss that sent hot rivulets of need surging through her veins.

Fighting her own desire, she soon broke away. "W-we can't. Not with the  estate agent waiting downstairs. What if he comes to check on us?"

"He won't." His lips moved in a silky glide over her neck. "But should he be so foolish, he'll no doubt get an eyeful."

Her own eyes widened, enough to draw a laugh from him.

"Don't worry. I'm only teasing," he said. "He won't see a thing. Not with the door locked."

He'd locked the door? She didn't remember seeing a key. But if Jack said he'd locked it, then he must have done exactly that.

Relaxing, she leaned farther into the circle of his arms. "Well, maybe  we could stay in here for a couple of minutes. If he asks, we'll tell  him we were measuring for drapes."

Jack's eyes were the ones to widen this time. He barked out a laugh  before sliding his hands down to cup her bottom. "Come closer, minx, and  let me measure you."

Then his lips were on hers again, stealing her breath and making her mind grow hazy with a rush of staggering delight.

Jack kissed her long and deep, with a driving need that radiated all the  way to his bones. Pausing, he took an extra moment to breathe in the  honeyed fragrance of her skin, to taste the sweet flavor of her tongue  as it slid like hot, damp silk against his own.

He shuddered from the pleasure, relishing the sensations as though they  were manna from heaven. After more than a month of sexual deprivation,  his need was sharp-his recitation of precisely how many days had passed  since their last coupling, and of his intense desire for her, no  exaggeration.

Another man would likely have taken his ease elsewhere by now; there  were certainly plenty of willing women to be had here in the city. But  the act would have felt wrong, serving as yet another betrayal of  Grace's trust. Even more significant was his personal reluctance to  avail himself of another woman. He didn't want anyone else. He wanted  Grace.

Unfortunately, with her residing in her father's house, and with members  of his own family in almost constant attendance, there weren't many  opportunities to be alone. Actually, until today, there'd been  absolutely none, since the only time they'd been together unchaperoned  was for carriage rides and walks in the park.

But she was in his arms now and he meant to make the most of it. He knew  he couldn't take matters to their ultimate conclusion, but he could  certainly indulge himself. Indulge her, as well.

Sliding his hands more fully over the supple curves of her delicious  derriere, he fit her closer, settling his erection against the V of her  thighs as he claimed her mouth for an even deeper kiss. Her hands came  up to clutch his shoulders, her breasts pressing in soft mounds against  his chest.

Lifting his hand, he cupped one, savoring the shape and fullness of her  feminine form. Even through the barrier of her shift and stays, he felt  her body's response, her nipple drawing into a hard bud that begged to  be lavished with attention and praise.

He obliged as much as he could, given his limitations, strumming her  flesh with firm strokes of his fingers. Little whimpers hummed in her  throat, sounds he'd come to crave the way he did food or water. And yet  there was something he wanted even more. Something he knew he had no  right to covet or demand. Still, even as he tried to shunt aside the  desire, it came upon him again.

Leaving her mouth, he traced a path across her cheek to her ear,  catching the lobe between his teeth for a half-playful, half-savage nip.  "Tell me, Grace," he demanded, his voice husky and a bit raw.

"Tell you what?" she repeated, dreamy and low.

"Tell me how you feel. Do you love me?"

"Yes. You know I do," she said without hesitation.

His lips glided over hers, making quick, plucking forays. "Then say it. Tell me what I want to hear."

She met his gaze, eyelids heavy with passion, her mouth swollen and red from his kisses. "I love you," she whispered.

He drank in the words, needing them for reasons he couldn't fathom, yet  requiring the warmth they left behind. "Again. Tell me again."

"I love you." Her arms wound around his neck. "I've never loved a man  the way I love you, and I never will. Kiss me, Jack. There's nothing  better in the world."                       
       
           


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And he did, taking her mouth in a fervid joining that left them both  shaking. Hunger roared inside him like a beast, tearing apart the  restraints he'd placed upon himself.

Without really even knowing what he was doing, he danced her backward  toward the wall. When they reached it, he pressed her gently against the  smooth painted plaster, her hair a fiery slash of color against the  pale cream surface. She looked beautiful, her skin flushed, her eyes a  pure, vibrant blue.

Reaching out, he began gathering the material of her skirt into his hands.

"Jack?"

"Shh," he hushed, kissing her again with deep, drugging need.

She made another throaty hum-a sound that shot straight to his groin  this time. Yielding to the persuasion of his kiss, she leaned her head  against the wall, pliant as his hands curved around the bare skin of her  thighs just above her ribboned garters. He touched her there for a few  long moments before gliding higher.

Up he went, bunching the silk of her gown so that it collected around  her waist and over his forearms. Coaxing open her thighs, he slid a pair  of fingers inside her, the action drawing a convulsive shiver from her  more than willing body. Moisture gathered against his hand, easing his  way as he pleasured her further, her moans muffled against his open  mouth.

Curving his other hand around her naked buttocks, he lifted her a couple  inches higher so that she was balanced on the very tips of her toes.  Clinging, she wrapped her arms tighter around his shoulders and held on  as he worked his fingers in and out of her hot, moist folds.

He knew when she was on the edge, knew by the subtle tightening of her  inner muscles against his hand that she was nearing her peak. Wanting  her throbbing and desperate for his possession, he stopped just short of  letting her claim her bliss.

Her eyes popped open at his withdrawal, her fingernails curling like  talons into the material of his coat. "W-why are you stopping?"

"I'm not," he assured her as he yanked open the buttons on his falls. "Just finding another method of satisfying you."

"B-but surely you don't mean to … to … "

"Take you here against the wall, even though the estate agent is waiting for us downstairs? I most certainly do."

She stiffened at the reminder that they weren't alone in the house. But  he didn't give her time for further consideration, as he spread her  thighs wide and stepped between, lifting her as he did so that her toes  were no longer touching the floor.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he ordered.

She complied, trembling against him in a clear combination of  astonishment over their unusual position and her own raging need. He met  her gaze, liking the fact that their faces were on the same level.  Because of her height, he'd only had to raise her a few inches to find  the proper angle. A perfect fit. Using their complementary heights to  his advantage, he positioned himself again and thrust inside.

A moan puffed from her lips at his powerful penetration, her flesh  clasping around his own like a hot, velvety glove. Since she was no  longer a virgin, there was no pain this time. Still, her passage was  narrow, her body taking a few long moments to accommodate his  substantial size.

He swelled even more, lengthening, as his shaft set up a fierce,  throbbing ache that demanded appeasement. Kissing her with rapacious  hunger, he pumped inside, driving himself deep, then deeper still. Fast,  then even faster.

Her eyes closed, and he felt her tighten her hold, clinging to him with  complete trust as she gave him total control over her body. Adjusting  her again for maximum pleasure, he thrust harder, finding exactly the  right angle to bring her to peak.

She didn't last long, quaking violently in his grasp as the crisis came  upon her. He swallowed her cries in his mouth, her inner muscles  squeezing him with a sleek, milking pressure that drove him wild.

Beyond control, he plunged inside her, thrusting several times with a  force that made him want to shout. Instead, he bit his lip as he reached  his own peak, quaking as he poured himself violently inside her.

Resting his face against her own, he kissed her. Slowly, he let her legs  slide downward, holding her steady while she once again found her feet.  Curving an arm against the wall above her head, he kept her nestled in  the lee of his body.