It Started With... Collection. Miranda LeeЧитать онлайн книгу.
who treated her to a bit of caveman style. Yet Kane had never acted quite like that with a female before. Natalie had been of the ilk who, ultimately, liked to be on top. To begin with, he’d liked the fact he didn’t have to work hard for his sex. Time and familiarity, however, had eventually dulled his desire for her. Lack of love too, Kane realised. Resentment had built up over her unwillingness to have his children and by the end he hadn’t been interested in pleasing her.
He wanted to please Jessie Denton more than any woman he’d ever met. Of course, that was because he’d fallen in love with her. Deeply. Truly. It wasn’t just lust. Or fool’s love, as he called it. He’d been there, done that, and he knew the difference. He wanted her, not just as his lover but also as his wife and the mother of his children. He might have only known her a week, but he was surer of that than he had been of anything in his life.
He suspected she felt pretty strongly about him, too. But she was wary after her experience with that scumbag, Lyall. Cynicism was stopping her from seeing he was sincere.
Pity about her overhearing him with Natalie like that. She must have thought him a callous liar. But despite that she’d agreed to come out with him, something she hadn’t done in years. His male ego had been very flattered when she’d told him he was the first man she’d been with since Emily’s father. His love for her had grown at the news she didn’t sleep around. As had his respect. She had character, did Jessie Denton. A tremor ran down Kane’s spine as he recalled the force of her orgasm.
He couldn’t wait for her to wake up. He was already hard again.
Why should you wait? spoke up the caveman still lurking inside him. She wouldn’t want to sleep the evening through. If you want her, wake her, take her. Go to it, tiger!
Kane didn’t hesitate. He hurried over to the top drawer of the bedside chest, where he’d dropped a newly opened box of condoms earlier that day. Twenty seconds later, he stretched himself out beside her still unconscious form and began trailing his fingers up and down her spine.
Jessie surfaced to consciousness with a shiver of pleasure. Yet it took quite a few seconds for awareness of where she was and what had happened earlier on to strike.
Oh, dear, she thought, grimacing into the pillow. Thankfully she was lying face down. It gave her some extra moments to compose herself before she had to admit she was awake.
Though maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe she’d just lie there and pretend she wasn’t really awake, just stirring in her sleep. But then that hand, which was sending shivers up and down her spine, moved into territory that jackknifed her over.
‘Don’t do that!’ she gasped.
He smiled, then slid that devilish hand back between her legs. ‘Glad to see you’ve rejoined the living,’ he said as he teased her with a fingertip.
She flushed, then gasped when he lightly grazed over her exquisitely swollen peak. ‘You’re not a good guy at all,’ she said breathlessly. ‘You’re wicked.’
His smile broadened. ‘I’ll take that as a compliment. Do you want to be on top this time?’
Her mouth fell open as she stared up at him. She had never been with a man who was so forthright, or so…so…
‘No? That’s OK. Next time, perhaps.’ And he bent his head to her nearest nipple. At the same time that tantalising finger stopped what it was doing to delve further into her.
Jessie’s mind was torn between two sources of pleasure. His mouth on her breast, licking, sucking, nibbling. But it was what was happening inside her which had her breathing really hard. Her belly began to tighten and she thought she would warn him.
‘I…I’m going to come,’ she blurted out.
He lifted his head and smiled. ‘That’s good. Now, are you sure you don’t want to be on top?’
It must have been a rhetorical question because before she knew it, he’d hauled her up to be straddling him.
‘Now take me in your hands and just ease me inside you as you sink down,’ he instructed, sensing perhaps that she’d never done it like this before either. Jessie realised that she’d had a rather boring sex life up till now. Lyall had been forceful in bed but selfish, she realised. Her other boyfriends had just been ignorant. Only her natural love of being kissed and caressed and, yes, penetrated had made those sexual encounters pleasurable.
She took Kane in her hands. Just the thought of putting him inside her body with her own hands was so exciting.
Suddenly, shyness wasn’t an option.
‘Hey,’ he said when her fingers enclosed tight around him. ‘Gently does it.’
She didn’t even blush. She was too focused on feeling his beautiful hardness, then inserting him deep into her eagerly accepting flesh. And ooh…it felt as good as she had known it would. No further instructions were needed, though he did take hold of her hips when she began to ride him. Probably to slow her down. The urge to go faster and faster was almost unbearable. Her need for release was intense.
‘Yes!’ she cried out when the first spasm hit.
He must have come, too. She vaguely recalled his own raw groan of release whilst she was moaning and groaning. When she finally collapsed across him, his arms enclosed her, very tenderly, she thought. This time, she didn’t fall asleep. She didn’t feel tired at all. Just blissfully at peace. And incredibly happy.
When he eventually rolled her over and eased himself out of her body, she actually whimpered in protest. It had felt lovely with him still inside her. As he moved off the bed and away from her, the feeling of abandonment was acute. And worrisome.
How could she ever live without this again? How could she ever live without him?
The prospect appalled her.
He’d gone to the bathroom. She could hear him in there, whistling. The shower taps were turned on and she was imagining him in there washing himself all over when suddenly he was standing in the doorway, stark naked and dripping wet.
‘OK, get yourself in here, woman,’ he said. ‘Refresh time.’
Jessie wanted to. Desperately. But didn’t that make her a desperate? She had to stay cool, and strong.
‘You and I know what will happen if I get in the shower with you,’ she pointed out with what she hoped was sufficient sophistication. ‘And I couldn’t possibly do it again. Not this soon. Besides, I’m getting hungry. I’ll need something to eat soon.’
‘Funny you should say that,’ he quipped, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Jessie’s mouth opened, then closed again. He meant it. He actually meant it. Worse, the idea excited her. She was getting to be as wicked as he was.
‘Do you want me to come over there and carry you?’ he challenged. ‘I will if you don’t get that delicious butt of yours off that bed in five seconds flat.’
The thought of his carrying her naked body in his arms was almost as thrilling as her going down on him in the shower.
She stayed right where she was, and six seconds later he swept her up into his masterful and muscular arms.
‘Just before I forget to tell you,’ he said as he carried her into the bathroom, ‘I think you are the most beautiful, sexiest, loveliest woman I have ever met.’
His words startled her. But she tried not to let them turn her head—or her heart—too much. Men like Kane were always good with words.
‘Knowing you, you’re sure to be thinking I’m only interested in you for sex,’ he went on. ‘And I have to confess,’ he added as he placed her down under the hot jets of water, ‘that right at this moment, sex is pretty much my main focus.’
His hands reached up to smooth her hair back from her face whilst the water soaked it through.
Jessie