“Not yet,” he whispered.
Then his hand was there again. And his fingers were working magic, discovering secrets, finding the key to what made her woman. When he unlocked it with his exquisite touch, joy and pleasure and love rushed through her. Her nails made dents in his shoulders. Her teeth made imprints on his chest. He welcomed them. He savored each single spasm of pleasure that gripped her.
Kerry wasn’t allowed to luxuriate in the sweet aftermath. Weakly she leaned against him, panting softly. He cradled her in his arms and carried her to the bed, where he tenderly deposited her on the pillows. Her eyes were almost too languorous to remain open, but the sight of Linc, naked and proud, bending over her, brought them wide open.
“You’re beautiful.” She could barely speak the words, but he read them on her lips.
“Who me?” He looked at her with skepticism. It twisted his smile, wrinkled his brow, and narrowed his eyes, making his expression roguish and sexy.
She smiled. “Yes you. And what you did to me. That was beautiful.”
“Ah, that I agree with.” He was on his knees. He straddled her thighs and ran his hands up and down them.
“I didn’t make a fool of myself?”
He touched the moist cleft between her thighs. “It was beautiful to watch. To feel against my fingers.”
She bit her lower lip to hold inside the yearning sounds that pushed at her throat. “It...I don’t think...”
“Hmm?”
“I’m not finished,” she said breathlessly.
He smiled. “Good, good.”
“But I want...ahh...Linc...”
“What? Tell me what you want.” He wasn’t taunting; he was begging. There was no cruelty on his features. His eyes were imploring. His jaw tensed with need. His face contorted with desire kept bridled too long. His entreaty endearingly vulnerable. “Show me, Kerry. What do you want?”
She placed her hands on the tops of his thighs. When she caressed his pronounced hipbones, he hissed a vivid curse. Her fingers tangled in the dark hair, and he dropped his head forward. And when she cradled his straining manhood between her hands, he released a tremendous groan.
His penetration was swift and deep. Kerry felt again the smoldering heat in the depths of her body. Like glowing embers being fanned, it burned hot, then hotter. Whe
n he began to move, she responded, lifting her hips to welcome his thrusts.
“Not so fast. Easy. We’re in no hurry this time.”
Exercising amazing discipline, he relished her with the appreciation of a viticulturist for a perfect glass of rare wine. As though all of his body were covered with taste buds, he touched her everywhere, sampling her deliciousness.
His restraint couldn’t last forever. And soon it was he who was rushing, increasing the tempo. Kerry spun out of control again and this time she took him with her. They whirled in a fiery dance until they either had to burn themselves out or die.
Jenny struggled to a sitting position. “Cage, did you hear something?”
“Yes,” he mumbled into his pillow.
“I’d better go—”
He caught the hem of her nightgown. “Stay where you are.”
“But—”
“The sound you heard was Linc going into Kerry’s room.”
Jenny’s mouth formed a small O. She lay back down, lying perfectly still. “Did she invite him in?”
“How the hell do I know? It’s their business. Now go back to sleep.”
“Do you think he’s still angry with her?”