Jack trailed hot kisses around her chin, and then down her neck. “Do you know what you want?” His voice vibrated against her skin.
She felt like she was being offered the very best desserts in the world but could only decide on one of them. But she knew. She knew what she wanted—what she needed.
Taking his hand, she drew it down between them. But her courage faltered there. She could not place his hand between her legs, where she craved his touch, where she yearned to be filled.
But…
He knew.
“Here?” He pressed his palm against her apex, over the linen shirt. He sounded amused, but he wasn’t laughing at her.
And she doubted she’d have the desire to challenge him if he was. She covered his hand with one of hers and pressed.
“You like that, do you?”
“Yes.” That was where they would join. But rather than align himself with her, he walked backward on his knees, edging toward the foot of the bed, kissing his way down her body.
He drew a line with kisses over her chest to the curve of her shoulders to her elbow and her wrist. When his mouth found her abdomen, he exerted that enchanting pressure between her legs.
It ought to have been satisfying, it was, it was incredible, but it also had her writhing in search of something else…
More.
Cool air drifted over her thighs but only for the instant before she felt the rough texture of his beard. Delia clutched the sides of his head.
“Are you sure…?” She sputtered. This was all deliciously wicked, but it wasn’t what she’d expected. “Are you sure you’re doing it right?”
Delia stared down at the pale skin of her belly, her hips, and her thighs—which, even in the candlelight, contrasted vividly against his hair.
Was there a right and a wrong when it came to this sort of behavior?
Or, by the very nature of what she was doing, was it all wrong? Or did that make all of it right?
He stroked her seam, enflaming more warmth and wetness than she’d felt before, and then lifted his eyes to meet hers. His face was mostly in shadows, but she could still make out the tilt of his head and a cocked brow. “You don’t like this?”
“I like it, but…”
“But…?”
Delia had always heard that a man intent upon having relations would be focused solely on sliding his cock between his woman’s legs.
Jack seemed in no hurry whatsoever.
“Is this the proper way to do it?”
He contemplated his response before answering, and she rather appreciated that. “So long as I enjoy it, and you enjoy it, and this is between only you and I, then I would say, yes. It is proper.” He dipped his head just enough so that his chin grazed along the flesh below her navel. “Shall I proceed?” He was smiling, but he was also serious.
Delia hesitated only a moment. He had provided her with a very rational answer. “Yes, please.”
He responded by going right back to what he’d been doing.
“Relax.” His voice sounded muffled.
Relax.
How could she be sure that she didn’t miss out on any of this if she wasrelaxing?
His hands massaged her legs again, and when he urged them apart, she offered no resistance.