“How about another lesson?” He drew his finger across her pebbled nipple.
She stretched her arms over her head and arched her back. “Yes, please.”
“Let’s start by you kissing me, here.” He pointed to his shoulder.
Jane smiled a lazy, satisfied smile. “Yes.”
She moved to her knees and pushed him back against the pillows. Then she leaned over him, those full, gorgeous breasts making his mouth water. They pressed against his chest, making his skin tingle as she bent her head to kiss his shoulder.
His breathing hitched. “Now, here.” He pointed to his nipple.
Jane’s dark eyes flared. She moved lower and her pink tongue darted to lick his nipple. She was learning fast. Thank God for intelligent women.
His voice wavered a bit this time. “Now, here.” He pointed to his abdomen.
Jane gave him the most sensual smile he’d ever seen, before lowering herself even farther, letting her tongue find its way to the spot he’d pointed out. She nipped at the tight skin there.
He clutched the bedsheets and swallowed hard. She might be learning a bit too fast.
“Now.” Damn. His voice shook like an untried lad. “Here.” He took his cock in his hand and stroked it once, twice.
The sound Jane made was a throaty moan. His hand moved away and her tongue dipped again. She closed her entire mouth around his tip.
“God,” he breathed. “That’s so good.”
Her lips began a slow descent and he clutched both hands in the bedsheets. “So damn good,” he groaned, his forehead beading with sweat. Yes, she was a fast learner, his wife. His wife.
Her mouth rose and fell, and rose and fell again, her hot, wet tongue rubbing against his scorching skin over and over until Garrett was mindless. His hips arched off the bed and he clenched his eyes shut.
“Grab my balls,” he demanded, and Jane complied, squeezing them in her torturous hand.
The ache between his legs was unholy. “Jesus, Jane, I—”
Her lips came off his cock with a sucking noise that was strangely erotic. “You what?”
Her scent was driving him mad. “I can’t wait,” he breathed, pulling her roughly into his arms and rolling on top of her. He grabbed the back of her head by her hair and tugged, exposing her neck and nipping at it. “I have to have you now.”
He pushed his rough thigh between her soft legs and Jane spread open for him. “I’ll do my best to make this as painless as—”
“Take me!”
He pushed into her warm wetness and took a deep breath. He wanted to control himself, but the overwhelming feeling of being inside her made him mad. He thrust again, rocking a bit farther this time. Then he kissed her mouth and slid in to the hilt.
Jane winced.
Not moving inside of her, he kissed the side of her eye, her ear, her cheek. “Are you all right?” he whispered.
“I will be. Show me the rest.”
That was all Garrett needed. He pulled out slowly and plunged in again. He repeated the action, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. Instead, a slow smile soon spread across her face.
He pressed his forehead hard against hers and stroked into her again and again. He clenched his jaw. He needed to make this good for her too.
His hand worked its way between her legs and found the little nub of pleasure there. Jane’s eyes widened. He rubbed her up and down, over and over until she slid into another climax.
Her inner muscles clamped him and Garrett was lost. He pumped into her again one final time and wrapped his arms around her fiercely. He groaned her name while shudders racked his entire frame.
* * *
“That was … incredible,” Jane said moments later, tugging the sheets over her still-trembling body.
He pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his belly. “That’s what you said the last time we were intimate.”
“I’m much more eloquent when you’re not touching me.”
He traced his finger along her collarbone. “That’s too bad, because I find that I cannot stop touching you.”
“You’re v—very good, you know.” Jane did her best to concentrate, despite the fact that he was already making her hot and wet again.
“Are you saying you prefer a rake after all?”
“I suppose I do.”
“Then I hate to disappoint you, but I am not and never have been a rake.”
She leaned up on one elbow to look at him. Her dark hair fell over one shoulder. “What are you talking about? Lucy always said how popular you were with ladies and—”
“Popular as a friend, yes, and I do admit to a certain amount of experience, but hardly of the sort you convicted me of in your head.”