Gently Jessica kissed the taut skin of Wolfe’s waist just above the line of the sheet. «I want to touch you. I just don’t know how. And from what you taught me my fifteenth summer, for all your hardness, a man is vulnerable there.»
«What? Oh,» Wolfe said, remembering. «That savage little gutter trick.»
«That little gutter trick saved me from Lord Gore.»
«What do you mean?»
«He threw me against the wall so hard I hadn’t the breath to groan, much less to scream the house down around his ears as I wanted. If I hadn’t used my knee as you taught, I’d have been raped on the hall floor just like my mother.»
«Jessi.»
Wolfe half lifted himself so that he could see her face. What he saw was creamy, half-covered breasts, hair on fire with the dawn, and a sweet mouth so close to his aching flesh that he could feel each of her breaths as a current of warmth soaking through the sheet. He stroked a strand of the long, mahogany hair that fanned across his chest.
«Your hand is trembling,» she whispered.
«Yes,» he said huskily. «You keep surprising me. You have little reason to trust men, yet you are more generous in your sensuality than any woman I’ve ever known.»
«Only with you. You have never been as other men to me. You are my Lord Wolfe, Tree That Stands Alone, the man who Talks Back To Thunder on behalf of a frightened elf.»
Jessica kissed him softly where sheet and skin met. The brush of his fingertips over her lips made her shiver with memories.
«You have another name, as well,» she said.
«I know. The viscount’s savage.»
«No.» She bit the taut skin of Wolfe’s belly in sensuous punishment. «Never a savage. To me your true name is Takes Me To The Sun.»
Wolfe wondered distantly how many more times Jessica would surprise him; and then she astonished him by drawing down the sheet and kissing the very different flesh that she had aroused.
The kiss was as delicate as the brush of a butterfly’s wing and it burned as nothing Wolfe had ever felt in his life…until Jessica lifted her hair and let it settle over him. He felt each silky strand as a separate sliding caress, concealing and then revealing him in the same endless, searing instant.
«Teach me how to touch you,» Jessica whispered, stroking Wolfe very lightly with her hands. «Tell me where you are most sensitive.»
Her name shivered from Wolfe’s lips. It was all he could say as he fought to control the primal pulses that were dragging him to the brink of ecstasy. For the space of several breaths he struggled, not realizing that Jessica was watching him with eyes made smoky by passion. Finally, he let out a long, shuddering sigh.
«You take the breath from me,» Wolfe said.
«Then I’ll give you mine.»
Jessica lifted her face to his, breathing his name into his mouth as they shared a kiss that burned with leashed hunger. Slowly, his hands closed over hers, drawing them across his aching body. With a soft, ragged sound of anticipation, she kissed the corner of his mouth, the pulse beating so strongly in his neck, the muscular swell of his chest. And all the while her hands hovered just above his fiercely aroused flesh, touching him only with her warmth.
When Wolfe finally could speak, his voice was a rasp that told Jessica how tightly drawn he was.
«Touch me here, where I ache for you,» he said, pressing one small hand between his legs.
Jessica cupped and caressed him very gently, sensing the wildness quivering in him. Slowly he drew her hand higher, wrapping it around his potent flesh, urging her to measure him from base to blunt satin tip.
«There,» Wolfe said hoarsely. «There I am very sensitive. It is there I would feel the shivering of your ecstasy most clearly.»
Jessica made an odd sound and ran her fingers over his different textures with both curiosity and gentle care. Wolfe felt the trembling of her hands beneath his and smiled darkly.
«Is there anything else you want to know?» he asked.
«Yes,» she whispered.
«What is it?»
«I want to know how it would feel to have you inside me.»
«That can’t be. But this…yes…I need your hands, Jessi. I’ve never needed like this.»
Her hands moved and pleasure coursed heavily through Wolfe. She kissed the muscular curve of his thigh, the sleek warmth of his abdomen, the intriguing hollow of his navel.
Eyes glittering, half-closed, Wolfe watched her loving him in the only way he would allow. The hushed silence of the room expanded until it became as taut as the instant before lightning arced between sky and earth.
The clear pleasure Jessica took in Wolfe’s body and her utter lack of fear almost undid him. It took a fierce effort of will for him not to grab her and return the intimate caresses. But he knew if he touched her, he wouldn’t stop until he was buried in her, feeling her ecstasy shivering around him, hurling him into the sun.
Wolfe’s fingers clenched in the ends of Jessica’s long hair as he felt her warm mouth caressing his skin. Then he could watch her no longer. He could only close his eyes and fight the violent need that threatened to overpower him. Of all the sensual things he had dreamed about his elf, the possibility of her taking such open, heated pleasure in his body hadn’t been one of them. Never had he been more aroused or felt more his own power as a man.
Then Jessica’s tongue skimmed his blunt arousal. He made the sound of a man in torment. Her head turned swiftly toward him, sending her hair over him in silky fire. As lightly as a sigh, as hot as flame, her hair settled between his thighs. A visible shudder ripped through him.
«Wolfe? Did I hurt you?»
He smiled despite talons of need drawing his body on a rack. «Did I ever make you ache?»
She nodded. The movement sent sensual fire coursing over his erect flesh. He barely suppressed a groan.
«SweetJessi, it hurts only when you stop.»
«But how do I touch you now? We are so different.»
«I’ve never asked that from a woman.» Wolfe looked at Jessica with eyes that were dark blue gems burning. «That kind of intimacy is too much to ask of an innocent elf.»
«Is it shameful of me to admit I’d rather be wanton than innocent? I find I’m quite…curious.»
«And I find I’ve never been more aroused. I wonder how much more I can take?» Wolfe drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. «We’ll learn together.»
«This can’t be new to you.»
He smiled ruefully. «But it is.»
«Your duchesses —»
«Hammer the duchesses,» Wolfe said roughly. «They weren’t mine, nor was I theirs. I was a savage trophy for them. Not one of them gave tinker’s damn for anything but cold-hearted rutting. Not one of them ever gave me half the sweet pleasure you have.»
«I have?» Jessica whispered. «By touching you where you’re most different?»
Wolfe smiled and stroked his thumb over her lips, the only way he would permit himself to touch her.
«That, and earlier, when you went down my body as though I were a warm spring and you were bathing in me.»
«But you are.» Jessica drew her cheek against the hard masculine flesh that defined Wolfe’s hunger. «And I am.»
«Bathing in me?»
«Yes.» She turned her head and caressed him with her other cheek.
«Keep that up,» he said in a thick voice, «and there will be as much fact as metaphor in what you say.»
Jessica paused, then smiled secretly as she understood. «That would be only fair.»
«No.»
