Hot Secrets by Lisa Marie Rice Page B

God, she always smelled so wonderful. And her arousal—ah, yes.
    His hand drifted down, cupped her. She was warm and soft and starting to get excited. Jack had a keen sense of smell and could tell what stage she’d reached by smell alone sometimes.
    She was starting to get ready and he was already at the starting gate, frantically revving the pedal.
    Ah well, getting her to where he could enter her was always a pleasure. Concentrate on that , he told himself, ignoring his swollen dick.
    Another small sigh as he outlined the lips of her sex with his fingers. “Good morning,” he whispered in her ear, then bit her earlobe lightly.
    She shuddered, her entire body moving against him. “It’s not morning,” she whispered. Her eyes opened, looked outside the window where the full moon was disappearing under the sill. “It’s still night.”
    “Well, I’m feeling really, really awake,” Jack said, and pressed himself against her backside.
    Her smile was in her voice. “Yes, love. I can tell.”
    She lifted so he could pull her nightgown up and off, flinging it high so he could watch it billow down like a parachute made of pale pink silk. He didn’t want her to wear panties because it was a barrier, but that moment in which he took off her nightgown and watched it float in the air—man. Pure sex.
    “We won’t need that,” he growled in her ear, lifting her thigh with his.
    “No, we won’t need it,” she whispered, taking in a deep breath. He could see her narrow rib cage rise and fall, breasts free for his hands. This was when he wished he had four of them. One to slide along her thighs, one to enter her, one to caress her breasts, one to let her soft hair run through his fingers.
    Sex with Caroline was such a feast, a riot of colors and tastes and textures and scents. Each one delightful, each something to linger over if he didn’t have the drum beat of fierce desire spurring him on.
    Like now.
    He wanted to rush things, wanted to get in her fast. Luckily, he knew some short cuts. This past year he’d studied Caroline like a medical student studies physiology. He knew her down to the bone.
    For instance, he knew she went crazy when he kissed her neck. Caroline’s neck was Pleasure Central, right after the soft, sensitive region between her thighs. But the neck was a close second.
    His lips ran softly along a tendon, up and down that long, slender neck. By the second run, her sighs were starting to sound like moans. He bit her lightly, then licked her skin. She jumped and her body seemed to pulse with heat. The smell of roses intensified. He closed his eyes as he kissed her neck so he could concentrate on her soft skin and the smell of roses mixed with the scent of her arousal, a combination he was addicted to.
    God, how had he not understood how much he’d been missing before? Maybe because all of this was possible only with Caroline. She was the missing link.
    Soft, biting kisses as he pulled her closer, nudging the head of his cock against her softness. God, that felt good—so good he moaned in her ear and felt her contract around him, soft and wet now.
    “Put me in you,” he whispered in her ear, so close his breath must have been like a caress because she shivered.
    “Okay,” she whispered back.
    Oh yeah.
    Jack slid his hand up to cover her belly, right over where a child of theirs would grow . . .
    Caroline was holding him while opening herself up and she jerked a little as she felt him suddenly swell even larger. “Wow. Whatever that thought was, hold it.”
    “You bet.” Oh yeah. Caroline, growing larger and larger every day. They’d hear the baby’s heart beat at one point; she’d feel it move inside her.
    Jack hoped with all his heart that they’d have a little girl who looked just like Caroline. Whatever they had, their child—or, even better, children—would for each of them be their only blood relation in this world.
    He lifted her leg higher and she was completely exposed.