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‘Together then,’ he grunted.
It was what he wanted more than anything, to be locked with Elisabeth. Yet as he watched her lips curve in a cat-with-the-cream smile, something shuddered through him.
A warning?
A worry that instead of turning his wife into putty in his hands, that’s exactly what she’d done to him.
These feelings rising within him, the ever-present yearning ache to be with her, gave him pause.
He didn’t do vulnerable. Not since he was a kid, at the mercy of his unreliable parents. But that’s how he felt now, as if Elisabeth had scraped his emotions raw. As if, despite him having the upper hand, she’d unwittingly discovered a vulnerability in him that even he hadn’t recognised.
She lifted her arms to him and he’d never seen anyone more beautiful or enticing. It was hard, almost impossible to resist. But these unfamiliar emotions unsettled him. Who knew what Elisabeth would see in his eyes when he was at his most unguarded?
So instead of sinking into her embrace, he sat back a little. ‘Roll over, Elisabeth. Onto your hands and knees.’
His voice was gruff, not with command but anticipation. Anticipation he saw reflected in her bright eyes, for his wife always enjoyed sex that way.
Even so she hesitated, her lips forming a delicious pout, as if he’d denied her something she was looking forward to. She opened her mouth as if to speak but he forestalled her, bending to nip her earlobe and tell her in words of one syllable exactly what he wanted to do with her, while his hand toyed between her legs.
She sighed and trembled and, grabbing his face between her palms, kissed him hard and long as if she couldn’t contain her rising hunger either.
He was just deciding it didn’t matter what position they used, as long as he was inside her, when she pulled back and, with a long, scorching look, rolled over.
She was all sinuous lines and smooth curves and the sight of her rising on her hands and knees before him drained the blood from his brain. She was barely on all fours when his hands were on her, curving around her hips, splaying across taut buttocks and smoothing up to her narrow waist. Jack leaned closer, his erection hard between her cheeks as he cupped her breasts. A low sound escaped his throat. Something primal and possessive, grounded in excitement so profound it felt bigger than him, bigger than them.
‘Bess!’
There was a world of craving in his voice and in his body as he notched himself against her. His hands were damp as he stroked her then gently pinched her nipples.
She gasped and the tremor that ran through her passed through him too.
He wanted to take his time and enjoy the sight of her, so slender yet so strong and feminine, so perfect. But his senses betrayed him. The feel of her breasts in his hands, and her bottom pressing back against him. The scent of wild rose and eager woman that lodged at the back of his nostrils, surely the most effective pheromone on the planet. The sound of her broken breathing.
Jack bent over her, grazing his teeth over the side of her neck, rewarded by her jolt of arousal before kissing her there and drawing in the unique taste of her.
It was too much. He straightened, taking himself in hand to guide his way to that sweetest spot between her legs.
There. Just...there.
He slid forward into welcoming heat then paused, gently pushing between her shoulder blades so she changed the angle of her body and he slid home, right to the heart of her.
‘Okay?’
His voice was so rough it should have been incomprehensible, yet he heard her whisper, ‘Perfect.’
That was all it took to slice through his last effort at restraint.
This was too good. Bess was too exquisite. Grabbing her hips, he withdrew then pushed home again and felt sparks prickle his senses. She circled her hips and that came close to blowing the back off his skull.
Jack slipped his hand around her, palming her abdomen and straight down to her moist core. This time when he withdrew and drove home he stroked her as she pushed back against him.
Another withdrawal, another thrust and then he crashed apart, his life force pulsing hard into Bess’s exquisite heat. He felt the spasms of her orgasm, heard her cry of ecstasy as she arched back towards him.
Jack wrapped his arm around her, planting his other hand on the bed as he leaned down to cover her, skin to skin, his crashing heart to her back, his urgent breaths against her fragrant neck.
He felt like together they’d climbed the stars and ridden a blazing comet.
Even the shared aftershocks were bliss and totally overwhelming.
