She shook her head. “How…?”
Her mind rushed forward, planning how they could manage a coupling without a bed.
“Your nipples are so pretty,” he murmured, drawing her attention to her bodice. She was shamelessly, visibly aroused. “So tiny and petite.”
He stayed her when she moved to cover herself. “Unfair for you to hide when I cannot.”
She followed the gesturing sweep of his hand and found the bold outline of his erection straining the placket of his breeches. A soft sound of yearning escaped her. She wished for nothing more than to be naked with him, his powerful body flexing and working atop hers, his long thick penis pushing deep into her. Despite her lingering soreness, the lure of orgasm was too potent to be denied.
He stroked himself brazenly through the doeskin. “You cannot have this again so soon.”
“Why not?” she demanded, her gnawing desire making her audacious.
“You’re sore, and I’m not in possession of a condom.”
Knowing he was vulnerable to her, she closed the distance between them. With one hand at his nape and the other gripping his buttock possessively, she rubbed against him like a cat.
Jasper’s chest vibrated with a chuckle, stimulating her already tender nipples. “Vixen,” he murmured, bending his knees and notching his erection against her swollen sex. He worked her against him, stroking where she ached with the stone-hard length of him.
“Yes,” she panted, her nails digging into his skin. “I want this.”
His lips moved against the shell of her ear. “You can’t have it, I told you. But I can make you come. Would you like that, Eliza?”
“Please.” She felt feverish.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Jasper!”
“Show me.” He backed away. “Lift your skirts and bare yourself.”
Despite the extremity of her desire, Eliza was still mortified by the request. It was one thing to be in his arms and lost to his skill. It was quite another to stand alone and lewdly display herself. “I cannot.”
His eyes were so very dark. “I promise to reward your courage.”
She fought against years of training and memories of her mother’s promiscuity to blossom as he wished her to do. She’d always believed intimacy was built through time and familiarity. Now she knew it could also be based simply on trust.
She clutched her skirts in her hands. “I suppose you’ve seen countless pantalettes before.”
The corner of Jasper’s mouth twitched. “Countless? How debauched do you think I am?”
“Enough to ask me to do this.”
“True enough,” he conceded with a regal bow of his dark head. “But I did not
She might have taken him to task for his arrogance, if her brain hadn’t leaped in another direction.
Before she altered her mind, Eliza yanked up her narrow skirts.
The way he looked at her caused the hairs on her nape to stand on end. “How brave you are,” he praised.
Emboldened by his admiration, she untied the ribbon that secured her pantalettes around her waist. The lace- hemmed linen fell to the floor and pooled around her ankles.
“Sweet Eliza,” he murmured, his foot deliberately catching on his discarded coat and sliding it across the floor to a spot directly in front of her. “You are more generous than I deserve.”
He sank to his knees.
As he stared at the dark red curls between her legs, Eliza became so aroused she could no longer stand still. She swayed slightly, and he caught her hip with one hand. With the other, he caught the waistband of her pantalettes and silently urged her to step out of them.
He kept her legs wide by gripping her ankle and keeping it in place. The hand at her hip moved between her legs, parting her and stroking gently through the slickness of her desire.
“I believe you were made for me,” he said huskily, rubbing her flesh with a callused finger. “Look how wet you are.”
Her hips rolled into his teasing caresses. “Jasper…”
Leaning forward, his breath ruffled her damp curls. She tensed in anticipation.
He licked his lips and purred, “Let’s see how wet you can get.”
Chapter 13
Eliza watched as Jasper leaned forward and licked lightly across the quivering flesh exposed by the spread of his fingers. The sensation was exquisite torment. Her thighs shook with the strain of yearning for orgasm. The sight of him on his knees, servicing her with such tenderness, was too stimulating to bear. He was so beautiful. So big and strong. So confident and self-possessed. To see him subjugating himself to her desire filled her with a sense of feminine power she’d never known.
And Jasper had introduced her to that power. Shown her it existed. Reveled in her wielding of it. She cherished him for that gift and his confidence in giving it to her.
Cupping the back of his head, she held her breath in anticipation.
“Open to me,” he said softly, tapping the top of his shoulder.
It took the space of a heartbeat to comprehend what he wanted. He held out his hand to help her balance and she carefully, hesitantly lifted one leg. As the back of her knee settled over his shoulder, the thrill of dominance increased. Heat raced across her skin. The lush weight of her breasts strained her bodice. The illicitness of what they were doing only added to her excitement. Her entire body felt ripe with erotic promise, fluid and languid, restless and alluring.
Jasper tilted his head back to look up at her. His expression-lust laced with fondness and admiration-tightened her chest. “You’ve discovered your ability to enslave a man. And you like it.”
She ran her fingers through his hair, grateful she had the right to do so. “With you, I seem to like everything.”
He caressed her thigh with a firm, yet gentle grip. With a turn of his head, he pressed a kiss to the skin above the tie of her stocking. His tongue flickered, so swift and fleeting she wondered if she imagined it.
“Don’t tease me,” she pleaded. “I am already overwrought.”
“Patience is a virtue.”
“Do I look virtuous to you?” she cried, so frustrated by desire she had to look away.
It was then that the mirror behind him snared her attention. Her breath caught sharply at the reflected view- her leg slung dominantly over Jasper’s broad shoulder, her toes pointed from the delicious expectation, her hands cupping his head and urging him toward the eager flesh between her thighs.
“Are you watching?” he asked with a dark note of devilish provocation.
“Yes…” Eliza stared, unblinking, as his head canted to the side and he leaned into her. A second later, his mouth was on her, his firm lips surrounding her clitoris in a heated embrace. The flat of his tongue rubbed across the distended knot of nerves, and she cried out as tiny spasms rippled through her.
Jasper pulled back, licking his lips. “One day soon, I will spread you across my bed and feast on you for hours, just to hear the sounds you make when I pleasure you.”
His words created a vision in her mind that inspired a heated rush of moisture. He hummed with approval and leaned forward, his hands cupping her buttocks and holding her still. The restraint he’d shown so far disappeared in a voracious assault of lips and tongue that destroyed any remaining rational thought.
Driven to wildness by his ardor, Eliza held his head and rocked into his working mouth. In the mirror, her reflection was both aggressive and wanton, her calf flexing against his back, urging him on. She was red-faced and gasping, her eyes glassy and her hair in disarray. She looked ravished and debased and more sensual than she ever
