A Prince for Jenny by Peggy Webb Page B

hands, reveling in their ripe weight and satiny texture. Her nipples responded instantly to his touch. "Tell me if you want me to stop . Anytime, Jenny. Just say the word and I'll stop."
    "Don't stop." Her face was filled with rapture. "Oh, Daniel. I like it. Please, don't stop."
    He bent down and circled her nipples with his tongue. She caught his hair and instinctively pulled him closer.
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    Remarkable sensations were spilling through her body, feelings she'd never known existed. And all of them originated in her breasts, where Daniel lavished his attention.
    She knew nothing except what Daniel had already taught her—that to kiss him was rapture, that to have him touch her skin set off Fourth of July sparklers along her nerve endings, that sometimes merely looking into his dark eyes made her feel buttery soft inside.
    His hands were moving now, moving along her upper arms and down to the tips of her fingers. With his fingers lacing hers, he kissed her breasts.
    She felt a moist heat blooming between her legs, and a restless driving need to get as close to him as possible. Cries like a small animal in pain escaped her throat, and she pushed her hips against him.
    "Jenny." His eyes were wide with concern as he looked down at her. "I don't want to scare you."
    He bent down and scooped her gown off the floor. She would die if he stopped now.
    "No." She put her hand out to stop him. "I don't understand this ... sweet aching." She pressed her hands over her breasts. "I don't want it to stop."
    "It won't stop, Jenny. It just gets better."
    Daniel was so virile, so worldly. He'd done this hundreds of times with women far more sophisticated than she. Suddenly Jenny felt shy and uncertain. She folded her arms over her breasts and looked at him from under her lashes.
    He brushed her hair back from her face, then gently removed her hands.
    "Don't hide yourself from me, darling. You're very beautiful."
    "You like seeing me naked?"
    "Yes. I like it." He ran his hand from the base of her throat all the way down to her navel. Goose bumps rose on her skin. "You have an exquisite body. I want to touch you all over." His hands made small erotic circles on her abdomen. "May I, Jenny?"
    "Please, Daniel. Do."
    He scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Daniel's bed. Oh, the joy of it.  She spread her arms wide, feeling the cool sheets against her skin.
    "The bed is cool and you're hot," she said.
    His chuckle was low and sexy. "I certainly am, love. And you made me that way."
    "I did?"
    "Yes, you did. A woman who loves a man unconditionally as you do wields a great power over him."
    "I don't want to wield power, Daniel. I want..." She didn't have the words to describe what she wanted. She lifted her eyes to his, hoping he'd understand.
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    It was all Daniel could do to keep from giving her everything she wanted in one blinding rush. He wanted to be inside her, feeling her hot flesh surround him. He wanted to hear the cries of pleasure in her throat and see the joy of discovery in her eyes.
    With great effort he reined in his feelings. Jenny's were the ones that counted tonight.
    "Let me show you what you want" He brushed her erect nipples with his fingertips, then traced a hot, sweet line downward. She was moist and swollen, and his fingers entered her slowly, delving briefly, then easing back.
    "Daniel! It's ... oh, it's better than flying."
    Gwendolyn hadn't told her everything. She'd never imagined pleasure such as this. And with hands. Would hers do the same thing for him?
    "If I touched you like that, would you like it, Daniel?"
    "I would die from pleasure, my sweet Jenny."
    "I don't want you to die. Not yet anyhow."
    Her sassy reply delighted him.
    His fingers parted her slick flesh, setting up a gentle rhythm. Jenny's breath quickened. He watched her face as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. She arched her back and pressed upward, then she splayed her hands out and clutched the sheets.
    "Daniel... oh,