she had him on the brink of release. Jace broke the kiss and trailed moist kisses along her cheek and down her neck. Her heart rate increased. Had she done something wrong?
“Did I not please you?” she managed.
He lifted his head and met her gaze. “Not please me? You’re driving me out of my mind.”
“But you stopped before I gave you pleasure.”
He traced her cheek with a finger. “It’s not all about me, darlin’.” A wicked grin curved his mouth upward. “Did it occur to you I might get plenty of pleasure out of making you moan?” His gaze shifted to where heat crept up her cheeks, then came back to her eyes. “That made you blush? Just wait.”
She frowned in surprise. Just wait? He shifted and took a nipple into his mouth. Pleasure splintered through her. Lorna grasped his shoulders, suddenly aware of his shaft lying heavy on her belly. He seemed to realize her awareness and undulated his hips against her. She sucked in a breath as the rigid tool dug into her flesh. He sucked her breast harder. She arched into his mouth. His tongue flicked the swollen areola causing her pussy to tighten. Lorna shifted a leg so that he settled closer to her mound and wrapped the leg around his hip.
Jace shifted to the other breast and suckled. He flattened a palm on her stomach. His hand, calloused and strong, made her breath catch when he slid it downward into her curls. His finger dipped into her moist folds. The warm digit played at her sensitive nub. She whimpered with need. He flicked with his finger. Pleasure surged.
He pressed harder. “You like that, sweetheart?”
She couldn’t answer. Fog blanketed her brain. She could feel only his weight pressing her into the carpet, his finger on her sex, teasing, pushing her beyond thought. She clamped her leg hard against his thigh.
“You’re getting close,” he whispered.
Lorna cried out as a convulsion wracked her body. She arched into his hand, pressing him between their bodies. She stiffened as the orgasm rippled through her. Jace abruptly released her. She tightened her grip on his shoulders. He pulled another of the small packets from his pants’ pocket and tore it open. He kissed her hard, then straightened and rolled the sheath over his cock. She blinked up at him, and he was over her, urging her legs apart with his knees. He reached between them and inserted a finger into her channel.
Jace groaned. “So wet.”
He fitted his shaft to her opening and shoved inside. She sucked in a breath at the exquisite intrusion. He pulled out, then plunged deeper. He kissed her. Lorna wrapped her arms around his neck. Pleasure mounted in her core on a rising tide that threatened to spiral her out of control. He pounded into her and another, stronger wave crashed over her. She screamed his name. Jace pumped harder. Her walls contracted. Pleasure shot through her. He came in a burst that tightened his arms around her in a breath-stealing hug.
When he collapsed on her, his breathing had become labored. He lay unmoving for a long moment, then slid off, pulling her close. Lorna pressed her ear against his chest, lost in the rampant beat of his heart. He still quivered.
At last, he released a slow breath. “Why are you here?”
She tensed. He couldn’t possibly know.
“You’re too damned beautiful to need a dating service. And sweet as honey. Don’t tell me you got wrangled into this like I did.”
“ Wrangled? ” she repeated.
“My mother—stepmother, though she’s the only mother I’ve never known—set this night up for me and Ryan. Never in a million years would I have thought I’d accept a blind date, much less a one night stand paid for by my mother.”
Lorna rose onto an elbow. Jace lay facing the ceiling. His expression was as much innocence and honesty as his face was handsome and masculine. She might stare at that face forever, eager for every look, longing to see every expression he was capable of. Why did she feel this way?
Another
Suzanne Woods Fisher, Mary Ann Kinsinger