Page 50 of Juliet's Touch

He pulled her breast into his mouth and repeated the pattern. Suckle, suck with a gentle tug, taunt, lick, flick.

“Ahh,” she moaned as she writhed.

“So does it?” he asked while caressing her breasts.

“Hmm?” she asked.

“Feel good?” Judging from her reactions, he assumed her answer would beyes, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Oh, yes,” she said between her breathy pants.

It was heavenly for him as well. He returned to the delicious ministrations, moving back and forth between her breasts.

Her lips parted, and her sensualhmms andahhs spurred his cock to stretch toward her. The damn thing ached and begged as if it deserved to come out and play, which it did not. Not yet, anyway. She might be pliant at the moment, but he was not done seeing to her pleasure. There was still so much of her to taste and touch. She was his new world, waiting to be explored.

While his mouth doled out pleasure, he brushed his fingers over her subtle curves. His fingers inched their way across her flat belly, traveling outward to her hip.

She arched her pelvis as if trying to get closer to him.

He straightened so that he could look into her beautiful hazel eyes. “Juliet?”

She opened her eyes. “Eric,” she said, her voice raspy.

“May I touch you down here?” He settled his hand on her lap.

Her brow furrowed. Certain that she was about to sayno, his heart dropped to his heels. Once the confusion cleared from her expression, she exhaled with a guttural, “Yes.” She sealed her lips over his, her kisses demanding.

His heart lifted and fluttered in his ribcage as he slid his hand beneath the bunched-up fabric of her nightdress and traced figure eights on her thighs. First one, then the other. She widened her legs as if inviting him to enter.

Breaking from their kisses, her lips cupped his ear, and she nibbled for a moment before whispering, “Please, touch me.”

His cock twitched, then batted at his trousers.

“Of course, Sunshine.” He caressed his way to the apex between her thighs, where coarse curls protected her entrance. Dampness coated her slit. He gathered the dew on the tip of his finger, then gently inserted it inside her.

She bucked so hard, he feared she might topple off the desk as she pleaded, “More.”

As he’d already discovered, he would do anything for her, so he pushed in a fraction more. She was so damn warm and welcoming. Her wet walls tugged, pulling his finger deeper.

Returning his mouth to her breasts, he pumped his finger in and out of her, as she rocked against his hand. He added a second finger, curling them in a come-hither motion.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades as if she was holding on to him for dear life.

Of course, he had no intention of going anywhere. Juliet Coldpepper was stuck with his very flawed arse for the time being. Hopefully, forever. He was just about to lay her on her back and drink the dew that slicked her passage when her thighs tightened, squeezing his hips.

“Oh, my,” she cried as her walls spasmed around his fingers. “Eric,” she gasped in the sweetest sound of ecstasy he’d ever heard.

Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close until her breathing returned to normal.

As much as he wanted to spend the rest of the night curled up next to her, they’d already pressed their luck. Surely someone had heard her passionate cry. He startled, recalling he’d never locked the door because he’d been sidetracked.

He had no intention of embarrassing her by telling her they’d been quite loud, so he left that part of his concern unspoken.

“Juliet, you should return to your room and get some sleep while you are relaxed.”

She sighed. “But I want to stay with you.”

He wanted to stay with her as well. More than anything. Fighting his overwhelming warring emotions, he kissed her forehead. “We can spend tomorrow together. That is if you want to.”