Waterfall(14)

She poured a small amount into her palm and placed the oil down between her legs, cupping her painful flesh. She had had no idea what a man and a woman together would be like. She now knew.

Hudson had been awkward, slipping into bed with her. He had spread her thighs and fumbled with himself, trying to harden.

Jordan’s thick flesh had pressed against her hand out on the porch this same night. He had certainly had no issues with that task. He was long and firm. The painful flesh she now touched tingled with longing to feel the difference Jordan would make in that act.

No doubt Jordan would take her body, demanding her to do things she had never thought of. Her fingers traced her nether lips, and her mouth dropped open. Yes. He would pull her bottom toward him as her body arched backward, water trailing from her fair hair.

She was wanton for thinking of Jordan and not Hudson on this night. She swallowed hard and removed her fingers from her soft flesh.

She grasped her novel, which she had hoped to finish. Anything to keep her in the tub longer, so that Hudson would leave her bedchamber or fall asleep.

But the words blurred, and exhaustion settled deep in her limbs. She dropped the book over the edge to the floor and closed her eyes. So much had happened to her in the last three days. She was desperate to know what had happened on her journey home from France, but no one offered assistance or even confirmed that anything had actually happened. Her aunt, missing since that night, was the only one who held any answers. But Jordan knew. She sighed. On the morrow, she would ask Hudson to investigate the ship, her father’s wishes not to speak of it be damned.

Effervescent bubbles caressed her skin as if unseen fingers played up her legs to her hips and gripped her hipbones. Her bottom slipped lower in the tub. “Jordan,” she moaned. The image of what he would do to her in the act washed through her once more.

The water heated and, in a crest, sloshed up her chest to her neck.

“You are mine,” a voice pressed in wet licks against her ear. Jordan’s voice.

Her body trembled. Oh dear Lord. The sensations were so vivid it was as if the man really was here. “I-I—”

“No. There is no denying it.”

Teeth came down on the mark on her neck and punctured her skin. Her eyes flew open, and her body arched, pressing her entire front to his as she cried out.

This was no dream.

Naked and dripping with water, Jordan’s weight pinned her to the back of the tub. His shoulders and long hair caged her view as his mouth latched on to and sucked her neck. My stars, it was as if her flesh was what he craved most in the world.

But, how did he get here? In her tub in the small room just off the bedchamber where, in all probability, her husband now dozed?

Pain seared through her neck as Jordan’s teeth released her flesh. Pleasure and hazy warmth slid in a rush from her neck through her limbs. Her muscles relaxed, and her mouth pooled with moisture. She let out a heavy breath. This was not exactly what she had thought intimacy between a man and woman was like, but this was pleasurable. More than pleasurable. While what Hudson had shown her minutes before was not.

She stared at Jordan’s neck and his muscles flexing beneath the skin. She wanted to bite him too. To taste the salty tang of his skin against her tongue just as he now fluttered his tongue on her. Gracious, she’d gone daft. This was so uncharacteristic of her. She would go to the devil in this moment, and she didn’t care. Her jaw jittered with need. The urge was too much. Simply do it. Her lips connected with the hard muscles of his shoulder. She licked the sheen of his skin as her hands fluttered and grabbed at his sides.

Oh. Gracious.

Saltiness touched her taste buds, and she closed her teeth on his muscled shoulder. He tasted good.

She needed more.

Her cheeks swelled with pressure, and she bit harder. The hard muscle gave way to a soft, warm, sweet tang that slipped down her tongue. She swallowed and swallowed the taste of him. Pleasure scored her abdomen and quivered the flesh of her womb. The pressure in her cheeks released, and her mouth burned with pleasure and unwanted pain.

She squirmed, and her sex panged with hunger to be filled by him, but she could not. She would not. Gracious, she had just opened herself to Hudson moments before.

Her legs spread about Jordan’s hips.

Lord…she never… She was unable to control her body’s response to him. Did she want to? No.

She arched farther, sliding her bottom toward him. Simply one touch…right there… She rocked her hips.

His penis pressed to her swollen, aching skin. Oh indeed. There. Her mouth dropped open, and she held back a groan.

His hips pushed against her thighs, and the round tip of his sex slid up onto her mound. “You want this? I need to hear the words.”