“Oh!” She tipped her head back, clenching and fighting whatever was threatening to wash her away. Was this the part where she was supposed to think of the queen? “This isn’t how my mother described it.”
Delia immediately regretted her words when Jack stopped what he was doing to look up at her.
“Do you want to do this the way your mother told you, or my way?”
“Your way.” She didn’t hesitate. “So long as you are enjoying it.”
Seven
Jack hadn’t smiled this much in ages.
“It’s just that I would hate to think you were only doing—” she waved a hand down to where he’d propped himself “—this,for my sake.”
“Not only for your sake.” Jack chuckled, amused but also baffled that her incessant babbling didn’t annoy him. But then she wiggled her hips most encouragingly. She was so deliciously wet, so hot and ready, and yet he savored drawing this out. Jack dipped his finger between her folds and then slowly inside.
“That,” she said. “Is…”
He chuckled again, touching her more creatively even as he wondered how long she’d be able to keep up this discussion regarding his technique.
And yet, somehow, despite the most unusual circumstances surrounding this encounter, he couldn’t recall enjoying a woman as much as he was this one.
Indeed, knowing it was to be a singular experience for her had something to do with that. Jack loved a good challenge.
He admired her courage, the fact that she would take such a risk rather than forgo experiencing one of life’s greatest pleasures. She was smart and compassionate and delightfully naïve.
She was not at all what he’d expected. She was… incomparable.
“Jack.” She bucked, and he grasped her hips so she wouldn’t squirm away from him.
“Any more questions, sweetheart?” He couldn’t help but tease.
“No. No more.”
“You want me to stop?”
“No. Don’t. You—!” Jack worked his fingers in her channel and then gently pinched her clitoris between his lips. “Don’t stop!” She ordered.
Jack clamped his mouth around the swollen nub and sucked.
“That.” She arched her back. “That.”
“Was that memorable enough?”Jack dragged himself to lie beside her and then enjoyed that her cheeks were flushed a lovely pink. He held his mouth against hers, in what was a surprisingly chaste kiss.
She opened her eyes when he pulled away. “It was, thank you. Very memorable.”
This, Jack realized, was how one went about getting this woman to relax. Still lying on his side, he touched the side of her face and then slid his hand into her hair where, when she shifted, he felt a bump.
“You hurt yourself,” he said. “When you fell.”
“It’s nothing.”
Jack gentled his fingers, exploring the bruise at the same time he was looking over her, searching for any other injuries. He ought to have ensured she wasn’t hurt the moment he found her lying in the snow.
Finding scrapes on her hand sent a chill through him.
“Your gloves didn’t do much to protect you.”
“I wouldn’t be here if not for them—although you are right.” Her odd little statement broke into his thoughts.