High-Society Seduction by Maxine Sullivan

Jenna?”
    Looking into his eyes, smelling his warm male scent and intently conscious of the side of his body against hers, it was hard to think coherently. “Um…I should.”
    “Should what?” He started to run his finger lazily down her bare arm. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
    Her heart started to race as she sensed something turn in the air. “Don’t.”
    His finger drifted to a stop. “I want to make love to you.”
    Hearing him say it out loud in this tiny space between them made her gasp and had a red flag waving “Danger” in her mind. She had to get out of his arms before it was too late. She went to push back.
    “Jenna?”
    She stopped. His husky voice was working its way through her, draining her resistance. Who was she fooling? She didn’t want him to let her go. She wanted this as much as he did.
    The red flag turned white. She mentally let it drop in capitulation. “I want you, too,” she heard herself whisper.
    Surrender.
    Something deep ignited in his eyes. “No regrets tomorrow?”
    She shook her head. “No regrets tomorrow.”
    He paused a second longer. “Don’t move,” he said, and eased away from her to slide out from under the sheet.
    He went to lock the door, then came back toward her in a pair of pajama pants that left nothing to her imagination. He was aroused, and it turned her into a mess of bones, especially when his hands went to the waistband, intent on taking the pants off.
    “Not yet,” she whispered, startling herself, aware she was suddenly afraid of losing total control. She’d never felt this way before with a man.
    “I don’t usually make love with my pants on,” he teased.
    Her throat felt blocked. “I’m not used to a…situation like this,” she admitted. And she wasn’t. She’d had a couple of lovers over the years, but they’d been men she’d thought she’d been in love with. And amazingly it hadn’t felt as powerful as what she was feeling for this man—whom she didn’t love.
    His amusement disappeared. He wasn’t teasing now. “Do you want me, Jenna?”
    She took a deep breath. Did she really need to think about this? “Oh, yes, Adam. I do.”
    He turned the lamplight off. “Then when you’re ready, you can take my pants off,” he said in a low voice, and slid back into the bed beside her.

    Jenna shuddered as Adam drew her into his arms. She was grateful he had turned off the lamp, more than thankful it left them in a privacy of moonlight. They could see each other, but it was her eyes she wanted to hide from him as much as possible. In the dark he would not be able to see into their depths.
    Of course, concealing her body’s reactions from him was impossible—nor did she want to—but that was all she wanted him to see. If he discovered that he affected her more with one touch of his finger, one crook of his smile, than any man had ever done before him, he might just use that against her when it came time to resolve their family issues. She couldn’t allow him that.
    Lord, she was thinking too much, she decided, gladly welcoming his kiss, pushing all thought to the back of her mind. His mouth enticed her to open her lips fully, and she slid into a moan as his tongue swept in…and swept her breath away, the effect no less than searing.
    Then he took his time playing with her tongue, but soon he must have needed air, too. He broke off the kiss and sucked in a solid gasp of oxygen before grazing along the top of her shoulder, his fingers pushing the thin strap of her negligee aside, letting it fall partway down her arm, baring her skin for his warm lips. He did the same to the other side, then moved back to gaze at the sight of her bare shoulders lashed by the silk material.
    He groaned and kissed her again, his hand working its way down to her hip, sensually caressing every inch he touched through her nightgown. The blood in her veins turned syrupy and pooled low in her belly. Her nipples ached for him to lower his head and suck