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As I cup her cheek, she leans into my touch. “You deserve so much more than the web of deceit, princess.”
“So do you.” Jaclyn closes the distance, tilting her head to the left, and kisses me. It’s gentle, cautious, and full of promises neither of us will be able to keep. Her sweet hum is a knife to my heart—that she’s already stolen and will break in two.As reckless as it is kissing her, touching her, I’ll risk it all if it means Jaclyn is mine while we’re here. I nip at her bottom lip, teasing her for entry which she quickly grants me. As my tongue sweeps across hers, I selfishly slide my hands up her thighs and grip her smooth ass, pulling hercloser.
“Where’s your underwear, Miss Taylor?” I ask, smiling against her lips.
She grinds her bare pussy against me, dampening my shorts. “Should I go find them, Mr. Blake?”
If she keeps it up, I’ll end up coming from a damn dry hump; I need to slow this down. Shifting one of my hands to cup her pussy, I slowly circle her clit, and swallow her gasps. “If we’re doing this,really doing this, you’re coming on my handandmy tongue before you get anywhere near my cock.”
Jaclyn moans into my mouth, and it beats her whimpers and hums by a long shot. “Wh-what about you?”
“Do you have any idea how much I want this, want you? Making you come is just as much for me as it is for you, princess.” I slip two fingers inside her tight pussy, and she writhes at my touch. Jealousy and possessiveness overcome me, and I break away from her lips, trailing kisses along her jaw to her neck, whispering against her skin, “You’re right. I married you yesterday. You’remywife, not his. You’ll ride my hand until you make a fucking mess all over my lap, and when I take you over the edge, you screammyname.”
As I curl my fingers, Jaclyn pulls her dress over her head and tosses it to the ground. She’s an absolute vision, and I’m terrified that any minute now, I’ll wake up from this incredible dream. Savoring her silky skin under my fingertips, I take my time sliding my hand up her side, needing to memorize every inch of her.
She grips the chair and grinds her clit against my palm, her eyes never leaving mine as she chases her orgasm. My name tumbles from her lips as a moan, making my painfully hard cock strain against my shorts. “Just like that, beautiful. Keep going.”
I lean forward and take one of her taut, pink nipples between my teeth, swirling my tongue around it, then do the same to the other side. Her breath is broken, and I can’t get enough, desperate to devour every inch of her.
“Fuck, do that again,” she manages.
Swiping my thumb against one and teasing the other with my mouth, it’s enough to send her over the edge. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, flooding my hand with her release as she breathes my name. I slow my curling to a lazy pace, my shorts soaked. Pulling my fingers from her, I bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean, and I’m fucking ruined—she’s heaven on Earth.
Collapsing on top of me, her words are ragged. “That… was…”
The ache to feel her naked body pressed against mine is too much. As I kiss her shoulder, I whisper, “Sit back for one second.” She does, and I’m able to remove my shirt before she settles herself on top of me again. I wrap my arms around her, unable to imagine a world where I’ll ever be able to let her go.
How the fuck am I going to hand her over to my brother in a couple of weeks?
Chapter 17
Jaclyn
How the hell am I going to say goodbye to this incredible man in a couple of weeks?
And why are his shorts damp?
“Alex,” I shriek, sitting up. “Why are you all wet?” Cupping the back of my neck, he keeps his thumb on my cheek and kisses me softly. “This is serious!”
“Fuck, you taste good,” he mutters against my lips. I attempt to scramble off him as he holds me in place. “You came, and it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
“You’re all wet…from me?” My cheeks heat as embarrassment washes over me.
“And you’re not anymore.” He sits up and, in a swift movement, flips us until I’m on my back. “We need to remedy that.”
Alex takes off his shorts and throws them onto the chair beside us, then spreads my legs wide. While I’m self-conscious about being on display, I’m desperate for him to touch me again. Regardless of how wrong this is, it feels so damn right.
“What are you doing?” I breathe.
“Something I intend to do every fucking day until we leave.” He dips his head and licks up my pussy, circling my clit three times, then sucks hard. I cry out, and as he presses his fingers inside me again, the sensation is almost too much.
“You don’t have to do this. I know you said you wanted to, but you can’tactuallyenjoy it.”
He nips my inner thigh, making me yelp. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, chewing on my lip.
In an instant, he pulls back, and the emptiness is unbearable. As the fire reflects in his darkened eyes, he draws his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean again. A rumble comes from his chest, and I swallow hard as a quiet whimper escapes me. There’s something sensual—erotic even—about it, and I can’t bring myself to look away.
