Stormy Vows - Iris Johansen [139]
He felt so good, so hard, so male, Jane thought as she nestled into his arms like a homing pigeon. Her arms encircled his shoulders to knead and caress the muscles of his back with a sensual pleasure in the feel of their tensile strength.
She became suddenly aware that Jake's body was oddly still and taut as his hands caressed her back slowly and carefully. “Be still a moment, love. I've been wanting this so long that I'm about to explode.”
She tried to obey, but he was too close, and she loved him too much. Her eager hands fluttered eagerly over his neck. Her lips brushed teasingly at the hollow of his shoulder before she placed a hundred butterfly kisses on the warm hard flesh of his chest and shoulders.
“You little devil.” He chuckled raggedly, his heart beating like a triphammer beneath her mouth. He lifted her quickly to cradle her on his knees. “So much for exercising restraint with my little virgin,” he said thickly. “Oh, well, there's always the second time.”
His lips once more covered hers, and all thought of restraint was a thing of the past. She felt that the hot obsessive pressure of his mouth was absorbing her into his every muscle and bone by the simple process of melting her own body with a flaming need for him. His tongue licked teasingly at her lips before entering to explore her inner sweetness, his hands curving around her to cup her breasts in his hands through the thin material of her gown. She trembled at the heat from his hands, which weighed and toyed erotically with her breasts while his tongue ruthlessly plundered her mouth.
Then, with his mouth still probing hers, his hands were working at her robe, slipping her arms out of the sleeves and letting it fall discarded across his knees. His hands moved under the top to caress the sensitive line of her satiny back with feverish hunger. His lips left hers to bury themselves in her throat, while his hands slid around to play with the naked bounty of her small pert breasts, his thumbs flicking the nipples till they were hard with arousal. “I've got to see you, sweetheart,” he groaned, and with one swift movement he pulled the baby-doll top over her head and threw it carelessly on the floor. She was wearing only the bikini bottom as he swept her over to lie in the center of the ebony velvet counterpane.
He lay above her, his weight resting on one elbow while he stared raptly at the lovely silken flesh bared to his gaze. Bending to take one rosy nipple in his mouth, he teased it with maddening skill until her breath was coming in little pants, as though she had been running. Her hands went around his neck to bury themselves in his hair and bring him closer, but he pulled away.
His hands cupped her breasts, his eyes clouded with desire. “Your breasts were designed to fit into my hands,” he said hoarsely. “After the night you spent in my cabin, I'd lie awake and think of you lying like this under me, your breasts warm and rosy from my kisses. It nearly drove me crazy.” His heart was beating wildly as he bent and rubbed his chest sensually against her bare breasts. She shuddered beneath him, and her arms tightened convulsively around him.
Then he was gone for a minute while he stripped off the remainder of his clothes. When he returned, the warmth of his naked flesh was dizzily exciting against her own.
What followed was a breathtaking spiral of sensation that she embraced with incredulous joy. Jake brought her from peak to peak with touch and tongue and with wild words that were an aphrodisiac in themselves.
She followed blindly, while he moved her, aroused her, built in her a frantic need that she was sure could not be satisfied. Then he set about proving