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She smiled at him. “More than all right,” she said, and he smiled back.
“Jecca,” he said as his arm went around the back of her and pulled her up to him. He kissed her long and hard, and when he moved away, there was such fire in his eyes, a blue fire, as though the ocean was ablaze, that Jecca almost backed away. Almost.
“Oh yes!” she murmured as he began to remove her clothing.
He sat down beHe s cheside her and put her leg across his lap. He still wore his trousers, and she could feel the wool against the bare part of her thigh. He unclipped her stocking and rolled it down, his lips following his hands.
First one silk then the other until her legs were bare. He ran his hand from her foot to her thigh, his thumb moving just inside her panties.
Jecca put her head back, her eyes closed, as she gave herself over to his touch.
He lay her back against the bed, and when he stretched out beside her he was nude. She could feel the soft cotton of the sheet, the silk of her underwear, and the delicious warmth of his skin.
He was kissing her body, her stomach, then back up to her neck.
She buried her hands in his thick hair and brought his mouth to hers.
Somehow, her bra fell away. Her senses were so taken up with the feel of him that she was no longer aware of what was going on. Tristan surrounded her, overwhelmed her. It was as though she could only feel, hear, smell, taste him. Nothing else mattered outside this man.
His mouth on her breast made her arch her back, and when she did, he slipped her panties down her legs, his hands caressing as he moved.
When he entered her she gasped and he put his mouth over hers.
His strokes were long and slow, and Jecca felt the sweet buildup in her. Her hands were on the back of him, feeling the way his muscles played under his skin, how they moved as he entered her deeply, rhythmically.
He put his leg around hers, then flipped onto his back, taking Jecca with him.
She straddled his hips and looked down at his beautiful face, at his wide expanse of chest with the golden skin stretched over lean muscle, and she knew she’d never before felt such desire.
She began to move on top of him, up and down, harder and harder. His hands held her hips, his arms helping her. She bent forward, her hands on the headboard, going faster and faster.
Tristan tossed her onto her back and thrust into her so that she cried out with the pleasure of it.
They came together in fireworks, holding on to each other, their bodies going through wave after wave of passion.
Tristan rolled off of her, sweat gleaming on his skin. “That was . . .” He didn’t seem to know what to say.
Jecca moved onto her side to face him, her hand on his chest. “That was the beginning,” she said.
He smiled at her. “You’ll have to give me a minute before we can start again.”
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m an artist. To create is my cre
ed in life. When I get through with you, you’ll be more than ready to go again.”
“If that’s a challenge, I accept,” he said. “Gladly.”
Jecca wanted to touch him, to slide her skin against his, to feel the curves of her body move against the planes of his. She lay on top of him, her back to his front, and liked touching only him, no sheet, no clothes, just flesh on flesh. She moved he. Sbody move r feet on his, ran her hands on his forearms, feeling the hair on them. When she moved her posterior over the center of him, he groaned.
Turning over, she faced him and put her face in his neck, breathing the familiar scent of him. His hands stroked the back of her, down her shoulders, her arms, to her waist, curving over her buttocks.
Rolling off of him, she nudged him to turn over, and she repeated her exploration of his delicious body. Again, she touched only him, bare skin against bare.
Her movements went from sensual until she began to feel the urgency of wanting him, needing him, her body filling with desire.
Tristan moved out from under her and this time he took her with a white-hot passion.
As Jecca had imagined when she first saw Tristan’s bed, they rolled off of it. He hit the floor first, holding Jecca to him and never breaking contact, her on top. His long fingers gripped her hips as she dropped down on him with a very satisfying thud.
