Another laugh. His hands shaped her hips and stroked her bottom. Under his caresses, she shifted restlessly. “Later.”
She stretched to curl her hands over the desk’s edge. As she rested her forehead on the blotter, her bottom tilted higher. “I feel ridiculous.”
“You have a beautiful arse, tesoro.” He bit one buttock and she started, even as heat pooled in her sex. She made an inarticulate protest and tried to sidle out of reach, but he slid one leg between hers, trapping her.
“Ah, Sidonie, Sidonie, Sidonie,” he sighed, the repetition of her name a paean of praise.
The slow glide of silk skirts higher up her back heightened response. This position was frightening and bordered on uncomfortable, but it was wildly stimulating to wait for Jonas to use her like a stallion used a mare. She pressed her face against her extended forearm, muffling a whimper.
When she felt his mouth against her leg, she jerked. Before he reached the top of her thigh, she was shaking as if she had a fever. He couldn’t kiss her there, not when she’d forbidden him, her horrified mind insisted.
He released her. The abrupt cessation of sensation left her wallowing. And feeling more than a little silly with her bare rump hitched under his nose.
“Do it,” she demanded, past pride.
“You’ll give me my way?” His voice was raw.
“As if you ever take anything else.” Her blood roiled with need, her pulse pounded like a thousand drums. If he didn’t touch her soon, she’d shatter into red-hot shards like overheated glass.
Those hard, ruthless hands ran up her legs with a sureness that made her burn. She heard him fall to his knees behind her. When he parted her, her belly knotted with agonizing anticipation. This was sinful, so sinful.
When he put his mouth between her legs, pleasure crashed through her. Before she came to terms with what happened, his tongue moved along her cleft.
“Jonas, that’s so wicked.” She slumped against the desk as her knees finally gave way.
His teeth grazed her and the pleasure focused. He explored her with his mouth, sucking, nipping, licking until she was dizzy. His tongue penetrated her in a slide of thick, wet heat. Through the storm, she heard a woman’s broken cry. Everything became blazing sensation. Her bones melted to hot honey.
It could have been terrifying careering along the edges of the sky. Except firm hands kept her anchored and a man’s whispered praise played bass counterpoint to the brazen tattoo of her heartbeat.
Chapter Nineteen
Jonas held Sidonie’s hips as she shuddered with pleasure.
Damn it, he should feel triumphant. She’d shattered as delightfully as he’d imagined she would. Instead he felt he should stay on his knees and say a prayer of thanks to a God he wasn’t sure he believed in. He placed a reverent kiss on each lush buttock.
He was damned glad she couldn’t see him. If she caught his expression, she might guess the unwelcome profundity of his reaction. Even as his mouth possessed her, she’d possessed him. He had a powerful premonition she’d possessed him for all time.
Sidonie started to straighten. She must think they’d finished here.
Not nearly.
“Don’t move.” Surprising how difficult it was to speak.
“I won’t.” The swift obedience was another sign of how high he’d taken her.
He drew a choked breath and rose on humiliatingly wobbly legs. He was hard as granite. Fumbling, he released himself from his breeches.
“Spread your legs,” he said brusquely. Gentleness was beyond him. Hunger pummeled him like one of the wild coastal squalls.
She didn’t seem to mind his gruffness. As she opened, her musky fragrance flooded his senses. He gripped his cock and tilted his hips until the thick head teased her glistening sex. She gave another of those luscious whimpers that always made him crazy to be inside her. She nudged back in encouragement. The slide of her cleft threatened to unman him. He bit back a curse.
Listening to her unsteady panting, he pressed forward. She was tight, wonderfully tight, swollen after her climax. Her whimper this time conveyed a trace of protest. He stopped, dragging in breath after breath as he strove for control. The urge to claim her tightened his balls and hollowed his gut.
She inched back and took him farther inside. The clench of her passage blasted him with heat. He was a barbarian to enjoy this so much when she wasn’t ready. Except the hot moisture bathing him told him she wanted him. When she bumped against him in unmistakable demand, he couldn’t resist. On a long groan, he buried himself deep. He resisted the impulse to move. He wanted to savor this perfection. The world that always seemed so discordant, so unwelcoming, turned right when he was inside Sidonie. He bent over her, his belly crushing her arse. She stretched under him with a soft moan and the change of position spurred him on.
He started slowly, withdrawing luxuriantly. But soon madness
set upon him. His balls had ached like the devil since he’d angled her over the desk an excruciating eon ago. He dipped one hand beneath her bodice and found one beaded nipple. He heard her breath change. He released her breast and grabbed her hips, slamming deeper and higher. Through the whirlpool in his blood, he felt her brace against the desk and push back.