Jenna Petersen - [Lady Spies] by From London & Love

Author:From London & Love
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

His hands, which she had forgotten about thanks to the seductive play of his skilled tongue, now drew her attention. He stroked down the apex of her body in feather-light torture. Lower and lower until he grasped one bare thigh. She found her legs opening of their own accord in a shameless offering of her feminine core.

She was surprised when he didn’t immediately take that offering. Instead, his fingers teased, tracing the outside line of her hip and down, stroking across the top of her trembling knee, then making the opposite journey up her inner thigh, all the while suckling her nipples as she writhed in blissful agony.

His fingers moved up and up, and she lifted her hips as he came closer and closer to the center of her heat. The burning point of origin of her desire. But he stopped just as his hands promised relief.

He drew back to look at her, searching her face with intensity.

“Please,” she found herself murmuring, begging. “Touch me.”

“I want to touch you. By God, I want to touch you. But if I do…” He trailed off, and she saw the internal battle reflected on his tense face. “Meredith, if I touch you now, I won’t want to stop. I may not be able to stop until I’ve taken you, claimed you. If you want to change your mind about sharing my bed, giving me your body, now is the time to say so.”

His words sank into her haze and forced her to remember the duty she’d all but forgotten in the heat of passion. She had fully intended to pull away before things went too far…as far as they already had and as far as they would surely go if she didn’t take his offer. But with every touch, Tristan stole those rational plans, made her forget her purpose in being in his home, his room…his life.

She stared at him, his face so close to hers. His eyes filled with desire and passion and promise. And she let herself forget again. Tomorrow would be soon enough to remember duty.

She let her trembling hand slip to his and lifted it. Gently, she pressed his fingers to the heated juncture of her thighs.

“Touch me,” she demanded in a harsh whisper.

Not a breath passed before his mouth came back to hers, harder and with more purpose. She groaned as his fingers clenched, gently massaging as powerful pleasure began to pulsate rhythmically in every nerve ending.

Tristan smoothed the damp curls aside. Her heat, her wetness greeted his fingertips, letting him know just how ready she was. But he hesitated to simply take her. No, he wanted to savor these shared pleasures. When morning light broke, he knew it might not be a night they repeated.

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