Modern Romance December Books 5-8. Дженнифер Хейворд

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      She was naked apart from her tiny lace thong, and shivering with arousal in his arms. Writhing against the sheets, she craved firmer contact and yearned for release. Tadj answered this with firm-handed strokes down the length of her back, as if he were taming a spirited pony. Shaking uncontrollably, she finally settled again, and had to wait to see what he’d do next.

      ‘You’re very sensitive,’ he commented, as if this pleased him.

      She could do no more than hum contentedly, though she cried out with excitement when Tadj transferred his skill to her thighs. Almost without knowing she was doing so, she parted her legs in a blatant invitation for him to explore. She had never ached with need like this before, and was almost begging by the time he allowed his fingertips to brush against her. Grabbing a pillow, she clutched it to her chest as if that could imbue her with the strength to wait.

      ‘Turn onto your back,’ he instructed.

      His tone aroused her beyond bearing, and she hurried to do as he said.

      Scraping his stubble across the very sensitive skin at the nape of her neck, he made her cry out with need. If this was being instructed in the art of pleasure, she was the most willing student there could ever be.

      Resting her legs over his shoulders, Tadj concentrated his attention on that area that had waited so patiently, while she moaned softly and rhythmically as he attended to her needs with his tongue.

      ‘Now,’ he prompted in a low, yet commanding tone, and, lifting his head, he watched her reaction as he replaced the touch of his tongue with his hand.

      She couldn’t hold on—impossible. The thought that she was exposing herself, body and soul, flashed briefly across her mind, but carnal hunger had soon extinguished the last of her doubts, and she fell greedily, screaming repeatedly with pleasure as the most powerful release took her over.

      ‘Good,’ Tadj praised, soothing her with kisses as he slowly brought her down.

      Good didn’t even begin to describe what she had experienced. Clinging to him, she silently begged for more...and not so silently, which made him laugh, just a low chuckle down deep in his chest, but it was the feeling of closeness she valued most of all. She couldn’t allow herself to believe that this must end. Tadj was so right for her in every way. There was only one thing wrong with that thought, which was that reality had to intrude at some point.

      ‘Beautiful,’ he whispered, pulling back.

      She wasn’t beautiful, but he made her feel beautiful. Somehow, her hang-ups deserted her with Tadj. Which was strange when the contrast between them was so stark. He was beautiful. Built like a gladiator, swarthy and tanned, he was tough, yet careful with her, and exceptionally easy on the eye. No other man could compare, which almost certainly meant she’d never have another lover. Fate was a cruel mistress. Tadj was the Emir of Qalala and out of reach, but that couldn’t stop them enjoying each other’s bodies.

      ‘What’s amusing you now?’ he asked with one of his dark smiles.

      ‘Just one of my fantasies,’ she admitted.

      ‘Forget fantasies,’ he advised, moving over her. ‘Reality is much more fun. And don’t tense up when there’s no need.’

      Was he joking? It would take both her hands to encompass him, and then only just.

      ‘I won’t hurt you,’ he promised. ‘Greedy must wait,’ he warned, teasing her with kisses as she thrashed her head about on the pillows.

      ‘But not for long,’ she argued fiercely.

      Finding her needy place, he gave it his close attention, which brought her to the edge in moments. But just as she was about to tip over into pleasure, he withdrew his coaxing hand, leaving her panting and unsatisfied.

      ‘Part your legs wider,’ he commanded softly. ‘That’s better,’ he approved. ‘Now...’ Reaching for a pillow, he slipped it beneath her buttocks, raising her even higher for his attention. She was completely exposed, completely vulnerable, which allowed Tadj to stimulate the area all around her sensitive core, without allowing her the release she so badly needed.

      ‘I can’t hold on,’ she heard herself wail.

      ‘You must,’ Tadj insisted, ‘or I’ll stop.’

      With a noisy gust of frustration, she raged, ‘But I can’t—I need it now!’

      ‘You need me to teach you the benefit of restraint,’ he argued softly.

      ‘Just a bit more,’ she begged in what she hoped was her most appealing voice.

      ‘And have you lose control?’ Tadj asked. He gave her one of his looks.

      ‘Why shouldn’t I lose control? Isn’t that what this is about?’

      ‘As I said, you have a lot to learn,’ he told her. ‘You will lose control, not once, but many times, if you listen to my instruction. Hold your legs open for me,’ he commanded.

      He only had to brush his fingertips across that painfully sensitive place to send her screaming off the edge. Arcing her body towards him, she thrust mindlessly in a rhythmical pattern that was an age-old hunt for union with her mate.

      Tadj coolly denied her his hand. ‘Wider,’ he insisted.

      By this point she was glad to do anything he suggested. ‘More,’ she managed on a shaking breath.

      He brought her to the edge again, easing into her fractionally. When he withdrew, the agony of frustration was indescribable. Reaching out, she clamped her hands around his buttocks.

      ‘Not yet,’ he warned.

      ‘I’m done with waiting,’ she said fiercely, and as she spoke she claimed him. Tadj could have held her off with ease, but a line had been crossed, and they both knew it, and with a growl of triumph he pressed her into the bed, and took over.

      However much he wanted this, wanted Lucy, he was determined to go slowly, so she would remember this for all the right reasons. However eager she might be, he would hold back. His body cried out for immediate satisfaction, but he ruled it ruthlessly. Pinning Lucy’s hands above her head on the soft bank of pillows, he took her slowly and deeply, taking his time to make sure she savoured every moment of pleasure. His reward was that she lost control immediately, and as she bucked wildly beneath him he held her in position to ensure she explored what was possible.

      Making love to Lucy was as natural as breathing. They each responded without the need for words, and grew closer, in amusement, in pleasure, in trust, in ways he’d never imagined possible with a woman, after knowing each other for so short a time. When she finally fell back exhausted, he smiled to think that the erotic hangings above the bed were tame by comparison with this.

      ‘Do you never tire?’ she asked when he stroked her into awareness again. Smiling into the pillows, she gave him an engaging sideways look. Curled up on the sheets like a contented pussycat, she made his stone heart long for the impossible, and so he took her again, turning his thoughts from complications to pleasure.

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