him, as he intensified the kiss. His tongue quested, parting her lips. It was deep, erotic, compelling. When he pulled back they were both breathing heavily.
“I can’t offer you forever.” His intense eyes were sad, but she understood. There could be no commitment, and Jord would go no further without her consent. Meghan never considered herself a one-night-stand sort of woman, but stopping now was not even an option for her. “I’m not asking for more than right now.”
His lips descended upon hers again. There was something raw, a certain unnamed wildness in his kiss. It pulled from her, consumed her, and yet she yearned for more. His lips claimed hers in a way she’d never felt before. When he pulled away, she felt a stark emptiness. But his eyes, those wonderful, intense gray eyes, held her. There was affection there, she could see it, but right now it was overshadowed by hunger and desire.
His musky scent wrapped around her as his lips descended once again to claim her. She couldn’t get enough of him. His body was so hard against hers. She could feel his need.
She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his back, feeling the leathery skin and the tightly corded muscle underneath. Solid and massive, his body radiated power.
Jord’s lips descended to the side of her neck, blazing a hot trail toward her earlobe. His erection pulsed against her and she felt herself grow damp in anticipation.
His hand was questing now, down her side then up, under the flimsy T-shirt she wore, to capture her breast. As he ran the tip of his thumb across her nipple, she felt the electric charge of desire run throughout her body, igniting her core. The raw passion of his touch threatened to consume her.
His fingers, so gentle yet demanding on her skin, set off a quake of wakening desire deep within her. The heat of passion felt like lava flowing through her molten core.
He shifted, pulling back. Taking her with him. It took only an instant to pull the T-shirt over her head, before his lips captured hers again. Now naked, skin on skin, she sprawled beneath him, feeling the hardness of his body. It was so powerful, so alive with passion. Her hand moved, pulled by desire, curiosity, and overwhelming need. Running her hand over Jord’s tightly corded abdominals she caressed her way down to stroke his shaft. She was rewarded with a groan of pleasure. Long, thick, and pulsing in her hand she felt his need, his desire. Moisture seeped from the thick, spongy head.
Jord’s mouth trailed lingering, hungry kisses down her neck, his tongue flicking its way toward her chest, sending small sparks to her core. Oh how she wanted him, needed him. As his mouth locked onto the peak of her breast, she felt his fingers gently caressing her folds below. She arched her back, wanting more, needing more, as he drove her to the edge of ecstasy.
Her nipple was raw, as his tongue drove it again and again against his teeth. She cried out as her hot skin, under his expert manipulation, began to sizzle with sensation. His thumb found her nub as he pushed hungry fingers into her. Moisture slickened her channel. Meghan was not inexperienced in lovemaking, but she’d never felt anything like this before. His hot breath scorched her skin. The way he touched her, caressed her, set her core aflame. The man obviously picked up a few tricks over the past four hundred years.
But she wanted more—needed more. She needed him, deep inside of her. The overwhelming need to have him inside of her, claiming her, taking all she offered, drove her over the edge. She squeezed him harder, and he growled in anticipation.
“Jord.” She was pleading, gasping for breath. He seemed to understand. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed him so badly.
Shifting once more, he entered her—his throbbing erection sliding slowly into her sheath. Large, demanding, he filled her completely. Her world rocked around her, the room spun, and she cried her release as he pulled
“I can’t offer you forever.” His intense eyes were sad, but she understood. There could be no commitment, and Jord would go no further without her consent. Meghan never considered herself a one-night-stand sort of woman, but stopping now was not even an option for her. “I’m not asking for more than right now.”
His lips descended upon hers again. There was something raw, a certain unnamed wildness in his kiss. It pulled from her, consumed her, and yet she yearned for more. His lips claimed hers in a way she’d never felt before. When he pulled away, she felt a stark emptiness. But his eyes, those wonderful, intense gray eyes, held her. There was affection there, she could see it, but right now it was overshadowed by hunger and desire.
His musky scent wrapped around her as his lips descended once again to claim her. She couldn’t get enough of him. His body was so hard against hers. She could feel his need.
She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his back, feeling the leathery skin and the tightly corded muscle underneath. Solid and massive, his body radiated power.
Jord’s lips descended to the side of her neck, blazing a hot trail toward her earlobe. His erection pulsed against her and she felt herself grow damp in anticipation.
His hand was questing now, down her side then up, under the flimsy T-shirt she wore, to capture her breast. As he ran the tip of his thumb across her nipple, she felt the electric charge of desire run throughout her body, igniting her core. The raw passion of his touch threatened to consume her.
His fingers, so gentle yet demanding on her skin, set off a quake of wakening desire deep within her. The heat of passion felt like lava flowing through her molten core.
He shifted, pulling back. Taking her with him. It took only an instant to pull the T-shirt over her head, before his lips captured hers again. Now naked, skin on skin, she sprawled beneath him, feeling the hardness of his body. It was so powerful, so alive with passion. Her hand moved, pulled by desire, curiosity, and overwhelming need. Running her hand over Jord’s tightly corded abdominals she caressed her way down to stroke his shaft. She was rewarded with a groan of pleasure. Long, thick, and pulsing in her hand she felt his need, his desire. Moisture seeped from the thick, spongy head.
Jord’s mouth trailed lingering, hungry kisses down her neck, his tongue flicking its way toward her chest, sending small sparks to her core. Oh how she wanted him, needed him. As his mouth locked onto the peak of her breast, she felt his fingers gently caressing her folds below. She arched her back, wanting more, needing more, as he drove her to the edge of ecstasy.
Her nipple was raw, as his tongue drove it again and again against his teeth. She cried out as her hot skin, under his expert manipulation, began to sizzle with sensation. His thumb found her nub as he pushed hungry fingers into her. Moisture slickened her channel. Meghan was not inexperienced in lovemaking, but she’d never felt anything like this before. His hot breath scorched her skin. The way he touched her, caressed her, set her core aflame. The man obviously picked up a few tricks over the past four hundred years.
But she wanted more—needed more. She needed him, deep inside of her. The overwhelming need to have him inside of her, claiming her, taking all she offered, drove her over the edge. She squeezed him harder, and he growled in anticipation.
“Jord.” She was pleading, gasping for breath. He seemed to understand. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed him so badly.
Shifting once more, he entered her—his throbbing erection sliding slowly into her sheath. Large, demanding, he filled her completely. Her world rocked around her, the room spun, and she cried her release as he pulled
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