A whimper escaped when beneath her ass the bed sank with his weight. Her grip eased, her hands reaching for him, instinct and lust warring. Rough, sexy, his chuckle skirted across her flesh before he caught her hands and guided them back where he’d placed them. “Uh-uh, keep them there, Gilli.”
Jack pressed a quick kiss to her wrists, his fingers dancing down her arms. Shivering with each slow caress, Gillian opened her mouth to protest, to beg, anything to cease the faint ticklish movement of his fingertips. His mouth crashed onto hers, tongue darting in to duel with hers. Again and again she kissed him, pushing aside the niggling doubts, content to simply enjoy the moment.
A shudder raced over her when his teeth scraped along her jaw, nipping at the skin. His tongue swirled around her ear, licking at the flesh beneath it. Heat built, flowing like molten lava through her body to pool between the throbbing petals of her vagina.
She gasped when he leaned to the side, her body humming with need. Her breath caught at the slow glide of satin across her pebbled nipples. Shivers of pleasure coursed over her with the leisure slide of cool fabric against her flesh. Softer than a touch, it crept across her nipples, teasing them until they were hard enough to ache. The steady brush of whatever he held drew spikes of arousal, darting like arrows straight to her groin. She squeezed her legs together to stop the throbbing in her clit. She arched her hips, her feet digging into the mattress as her hands came down to catch whatever he was using.
Whining in protest, she blinked and tried to focus on him, on what he was doing, but everything remained blurry. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood and groaned at the tender but firm grip on her wrists as he forced her hands back over her head.
“Nuh-uh, Gilli,” he breathed into her ear. His tongue darted out to swirl around the shell. “I told you to keep them there. Do it again and I’ll tie them in place.”
Gillian shuddered, her fingers flexing. Surprise warred with arousal at his words. She could feel her body responding, the ache between her legs growing steadily. The pulsing of her vagina echoed in the throb of her heart racing beneath her breasts. “Please, just…”
“Shhh.” He dipped his head, his lips gliding over hers. His tongue traced the bottom one before he nipped it. She shuddered at the heat in his voice as he murmured in her ear, his lips tickling the shell. “Does it feel good, baby? Do you want more? Hmm, let go, lose control ’cause we got all night.” His rumbled words shot straight to her cunt. A gush of wet heat told her more than anything else just how turned on she was. Pressing her thighs together, she struggled to regain the control she barely clung to.
“God, Gilli, you’re gorgeous.” Husky, his praise was like a slap in the face to the niggling whisper of doubt.
She shuddered, her head twisting on the sheets. Denial seemed the best option. She knew what she was and more importantly wasn’t. “No, I’m…”
“Mmm, yes you are. You’re smart, and sexy.” He pressed hot kisses along the faint scar that ran the length of her right side before flaring toward the thicker, uglier scars along her backside. “You don’t have to hide from me, Gilli.” He nibbled at the tender flesh along her abdomen, stopping to swirl his tongue around her belly button.
Pleasure spiked, roaring through her. Tiny prickles of heat danced over every nerve. Arching against him when he shifted, she moaned. Her heels dug into the rumpled bedding, her ragged breathing filling her ears with a pulsing thunder. Breath caught, locked in her chest as he tickled the indent again, his fingers holding her hips in place. Slow, heated sweeps of his tongue had her quivering, her body a mass of tangled nerves and energy.
What in the world? God above, I didn’t know. She trembled with the first trickle of fear mixed with the arousal pounding through her body. A slow throb settled between her legs, her clit aching for something. A garbled scream ripped from her lips when he brushed against her, his hair tickling her erect nipple.
Am I turning into a whore? Just like Mother said? No, I must control it. Must not let it… Her inner debate stuttered to a halt when he palmed her crotch, his thumb tracing over the lace-covered flesh. Arching her hips, she twisted her head, burying her face in her arm. Ragged, harsh, her chest rose and fell with each breath, her body on fire. Eyes squeezed shut, she fought the rising wave of pleasure, the coil tightening with each languid movement of the man above her. His fingers tweaked her nipples, brushing over them to harden them into aching nubs. His other hand between her legs ghosted over the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden in the folds.
Each brush of his thumb across the aching tips pushed her closer and closer to the brink. Her chest heaving, she eased away, her back sliding over the satin. Distance, Gillian, distance. Don’t let it get to you.
A gasp escaped when he tugged her back beneath his weight, the fine hairs on his chest brushing against her erect nipples. “Baby,” guttural, his voice drifted through her ears, “you’re safe. Nothing’s going to happen …
