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He slid his hands beneath the remaining layers of fabric. “Now, where were we?”
“Right about here.” With a moan, she pressed against his body.
He knew her too well, somehow. He slipped her chemise down to her waist, so her entire torso was bare. Jay leaned and his eyes lit.
“Bloody Hell. Incredible. You’re so beautiful, Urs.” His voice was deep and thick.
Never had she appreciated—more loved—her own body so much as in that moment with all the sincere lust and hunger in Jay’s eyes.
Ursula rose on her knees and leaned forward, rubbing her nude chest against him, reveling in the texture of the crisp cotton against her naked skin, the wetness between her legs growing with each movement.
He was beautiful himself, even exhausted. The dark circles somehow added to his appeal, made him real. She brushed a lock of hair from his brow and stroked his cheek, from his jaw to his chin. “You aren’t too terrible to look at either.”
“Not ‘too terrible’?” He laughed. “You know how to make a man feel humble, Miss Nunes.” He reached around with both hands and cupped her bottom, holding her to him with a firm squeeze.
The lower half of her body throbbed and she sucked down a moan. “So better than not too terrible—much, much better.” The titter at her own joke died in her throat as his lips called to her. She opened and drank him in once more.
He eased her back against the silk bedding and repeated the trail his fingers made, this time against her bare torso. She shivered as he repeated the action with his mouth.
Ursula bit her lip to stop from squealing as his tongue flicked her nipple. He glided his hand down and paused on the ribbon tying her drawers, his long fingers just above her most sensitive area.
Her breath rasped as she gazed up at him. He was so handsome under any circumstances, but when the battle between concern and lust was evident in his eyes—she nibbled her tongue and blushed as all the liquid in her body pooled just below the tips of his fingers, right where he could feel it.
“Before I go any further, Urs, I just want to make sure this is acceptable. I want to make sure you want this.”
Every single cell in her body begged for him and only him.
“I think we’ve had this discussion.” She forced herself to make eye contact and almost swooned. Lust was an inadequate word to describe what held her heart, head, and body. “I may not know what I’m doing, but I know I want it and won’t regret it, Jay.”
As long as I live.
Ursula ran her fingers through his thick, brown waves of hair and tugged him closer. Hers. He needed to become hers.
Jay threw a hand behind her neck and kissed her again, a sharp, needy invasion. She returned with equal force, her mouth hot against his.
With her own hands she guided his, so he’d pull the drawers over her hips. Together—this was a gift for them both.
His fingers finally inched below her waist. He circled again, edging closer to the center, each new area he explored more sensitive to his touch.
“Good God.” Her body was going to come apart, going to explode, going to do something glorious and terrifying.
“Shhh.” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear as he trailed a finger between her folds. “This is too wonderful. You’re so beautifully wet, just for me.”
The pride in his voice crowded out all embarrassment until only shameless, wordless need remained. She whimpered again as he slipped a finger inside her.
“Not too quickly, Urs, I want to be able to taste you, though I suppose there’s always a second time.”
“If you don’t kill me first.” The words though were half scream, half moan as he pressed deeper inside her with a second finger, undulating at a rhythm that made her entire core hum.
He kissed down between her hip bones until he found the center right above his fingers. He lavished attention on the spot with his tongue. Lazy circles became firm hard strokes. In moments she was coming undone, sailing through the stars, as her body trembled and shook in the most fantastical way possible.
She cried his name. The shudders lasted both an eternity and far too short a time until she lay, panting. Jay slid up her body, marking the path with his mouth once more, this time in a slow, lazy, meandering way until he tucked his chin on her shoulder.
“So.” He traced her lips with his fingers. “Did I live up to my sales pitch?”
She blinked. Oh, he was so—attractive, handsome, beautiful, there was no accurate word. The way his eyes sparkled, and the warmth as well as the humor in his voice. If only she could lay beneath his body forever, clothed, or better yet—
“Perhaps. Though, I thought I was supposed to learn something, gain some skills for myself.”
