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“That’s precisely the point, Urs. You do enough.” He kissed her forehead again.
How could he explain?
“I don’t want you because you can save me from Katherine Morris or one of her ilk, or because you can do the books for Truitt Industries better than any man we’ve ever hired, or even because I’m two moments from the best bloody release I’ve ever experienced every time you touch me.” He raked his free hand through those long golden curls, snagging against the silk sheets. “I want you because you’re you and that’s all. You don’t need to be or do anything else. That’s enough. You’re enough, every honest, optimistic inch of you. And I want to prove that to you.”
His eyes misted as he stroked her cheek. The catch in her throat reverberated through his hand. God, he loved her. He might not have the courage to say it right, but he could show her.
Her brows pinched. “I’m not an optimist. I’m practical and blunt and negative.”
He touched a finger to her lips. “You always give maximum effort—even when you doubt—like with my poker lessons. Even when you fail, you try over and over again. To you, no situation is truly hopeless. You’re ready to forge new and reckless paths, damned the consequences. If that’s not optimistic I don’t know what the word means and it’s beautiful, Urs.”
She bit her lip. Did he do something wrong? Her eyes, the blue, it shimmered beneath a growing pool. Bloody Hell, he’d ruined everything.
Urs smiled. “All right. Yes. Let’s forge a new path. What are we waiting for?” The words still contained tears, but they were enough.
He glanced around, spying her discarded corset. The ties would do. At least the headboard appeared sturdy.
Jay rushed to the window to close the curtains and light every candle. Foolish, but the darkness, seeing her in the glow—they could be anywhere, any place, any forever.
He secured her, and his heart flopped like fish on a line, batting his tonsils, while her breath didn’t even hitch. Trust, complete trust. He’d never deserve it, but he was so greedy for it. He steadied his hands.
“Now, where were we?” He climbed back on the bed, his tongue teasing her nipple once more; this time though, he slid his other hand down the front of her torso, lower and lower until he needed to part her legs.
He shuddered with pleasure. She was warm and ready for him. Just for him. Urs arched her back again and gasped. “Wait.”
“You don’t like that? Remember, you can tell me to stop at any time.” He raised an eyebrow and paused with the tips of his fingers just at her opening so she moaned in frustration. He had to close his eyes for a moment. Lord, she was beautiful when she did that.
“I love that but—” She bit her lip, her mouth, still swollen from his kiss, pursing into an adorable frown. “I don’t want to stop, but before we do more, I just want to say—I don’t want to—I want to with you inside of me.”
Jay stifled a groan. She needed to be silent. Talk like that was dangerous, he was going to explode if she kept this up.
“Provided it’s acceptable to you, I intend to take you on that journey multiple times this afternoon.”
She bit her lip again. “But isn’t that, well, selfish on my part?”
It was as if someone twisted his chest. How could she think like that? How could she not see the pleasure she gave him by just being there, with him? He was going to have to show her, teach her. Even if it took years. He’d find a way to let her know.
“Hence the corset strings.” He gave the ties a yank. “An excellent idea if I don’t say so myself.”
Jay ran his hand under her body, losing his reason for a moment as he traced each soft curve. Just a small pinc
h. Oh, her squeal, her breathy squeal, that would be in his dreams for eternity.
“I believe they’re called laces.”
“Yes, perhaps.” He returned to her breasts.
Urs trembled beneath him—captivating. Every sound, every movement lighted his spirit.
And she was so fun. Just one lazy circle here or there and she’d bring the entire house to the door—a very useful piece of information indeed.
Jay grazed her with his teeth and was rewarded with his name on her lips.
“You’re not permitted to think about anything right now. You’re certainly not supposed to be supplying me with facts, necessary or un. You’re supposed to permit me to be the boss, at least in this moment. Partnership isn’t a balance sheet, Urs. This is what I want too.” He moved his hand back between her thighs, this time pressing on her bud with his thumb, reveling in her gasp. “Now, what you can do is give me just a little more access...”
He slid himself off the bed and settled between her legs, her long, beautiful legs. He trailed his tongue from her inner knee all the way to her hip bone and halfway back. Her skin against his—he’d permit himself to starve if he could just stay there with her.
Jay nipped, eliciting a shriek. He was permitted to indulge just a little too, wasn’t he?
