Wicked Ties(83)

musk. Ah, she tasted like the want coursing inside her. Unique, enthralling. He could

spend the morning here, lapping at her, and still be compelled to taste her again in an

effort to figure out just what it was about her that so tempted his tongue.

Her ragged inhalation caught his attention. Morgan’s thighs tensed in his grasp. He

smiled against her sex, then worked his tongue about her vulva, laving her clit every now

and then. No steady pressure…just enough to take her higher and higher. Then, as he

worked in one finger and teased her inner walls, she trembled.

Fresh cream poured from her. A flush rose on her skin as she threw her head back,

legs trembling. Her sex swelled even more. Morgan dug her short nails into the aging

wood of the railing and moaned.

Idly, Jack wondered how long he could keep her here, right on the edge, feeling the

sharp, sweet ache of impending climax…without letting her fall over. The idea of

reducing her to incoherent begging held appeal. Not because he’d never heard a woman

beg. He had—frequently. But Morgan and her inbred good-girl modesty lit him up like a

match to kerosene. And when he drove her past her inhibitions, she took both of them

up in the flames. Even now, the thick erection pressed uncomfortably against his jeans,

growling for the attention of the syrupy, sugary flesh under his tongue.

“Jack,” she panted. “Sir…”

Even her voice trembled, signaling that her orgasm was rising up hot and fast inside

her. He smiled, easing back from the hard knot of her clit to focus on the swollen lips

cupping his finger.

“Cher?” he returned lazily, swallowing against a lump of lust threatening to unravel

him.

Before she could answer, he thrust a second digit inside her. Her open-mouthed gasp

tore across the porch, across the open swamp.

Eyes squeezed tightly shut, Morgan said nothing. She focused on pleasure—exactly

like he wanted her to.

Jack began easing his fingers from her tight channel. She murmured a protest, but he

knew she really meant it when her body did its best to clamp down on the digits, cling,

and suck him back in. God, no wonder she shredded his control so fast when he had his

cock inside her.

Shoving the observation aside, he withdrew his hand from the damp humidity of her

sex. His fingers all but dripped with her cream. The sight and scent went straight to his

head, like pure grain alcohol, kicking his libido into full gear. He tamped down the urge

to shove his pants to his knees and thrust deep inside her.

Instead, he lifted his fingers over the rosy beads of her nipples and coated them with

her own juice. The wind whipped across her body, tightening the tips of her breasts even

more, until they stood long and thick and so damn tempting, he couldn’t resist for

another second tasting them.

Seizing her hips, Jack fit her against the ridge of his cock. Frothing with greed and

glee, he loved that for now, in this moment, she and every little gasp, blush, and moan

were all his.

Slowly, he closed his mouth over one of those nipples that had him salivating with

anticipation. Hmm. Raspberries and musk together. Velvet-soft skin over deliciously

hard nubs begging to be sucked, nibbled, clamped.

He lapped at her, laving and biting, lavishing attention on her nipples until they

swelled in his mouth. If her hitching breath hadn’t indicated the truth, a quick caress

from his free hand told Jack she was as wet as ever. The knowledge—the woman herself

—called him like a siren. There was no resisting.

He forced a pair of fingers inside her sultry depths again, then swiped a thumb over

her clit. Amazingly, she tightened on his fingers immediately, clamping down, beginning

to ripple with the coming explosion.

Satisfaction swelled in Jack as he shifted his attention to her other nipple and

enveloped it in the hot cavern of his mouth. He couldn’t wait to feel the magnitude of

this climax. And even better, he’d bet she was nearly willing to beg for it.

Taking one last sharp nip at her rock-hard nipple, Jack kissed his way up her chest to

nuzzle her neck. His fingers played with that sensitive spot in her channel, just behind

her clit, while his thumb strummed the hard little button in an unhurried rhythm.

Though he wondered if he’d ever feel the blood in his fingers again, satisfaction poured

through him when she tightened on his fingers once more.

“Cher,” he whispered in her ear. “What do you want?”

“Now,” she panted as he rubbed the pads of his fingers right across that sweet spot

inside her. “God, please. I need…”

“Me to stop?”

“No. No, sir!” Her voice came fast, hard, in between breathless sighs.