The Pleasures of Winter by Evie Hunter Page B

breathe.
    ‘Pity. I prefer you naked.’
    Abbie stifled a moan. He was trying to provoke her and she just had to control herself and not rise to the bait. She smiled sweetly at him. ‘Your preferences are of no interest to me.’
    Jack took a step closer. ‘You want the same thing I do, Abbie, but I’m the only one who’s honest enough to admit it.’
    She backed away from him until her thighs hit the bed. This was not a good idea. Even though she was covered from neck to calf, Jack had a way of making her feel naked.
    ‘Imagine it. Me running my hands over your bare skin before I put you over my knee. You wriggling that fabulous ass of yours, showing me what you need.’
    Abbie swallowed. The pictures he painted in her head made her clench her thighs together. She couldn’t speak and there was nowhere left for her to run.
    Jack closed the distance between them and cupped the back of her neck in his strong hand, drawing her close until she could smell the soap on his skin. ‘Don’t fight it, Abbie. Let it happen. You know that you want this.’
    She braced herself, expecting a ravenous, insistent kiss,but this was different. Jack traced a path along the seam of her lips with his tongue and she opened to him with a soft moan. Jungle Jack was gone, replaced by a gentle seducer.
    ‘This is not a good idea,’ she said, even as her hands stroked the muscular planes of his back.
    ‘Mmm,’ he said, delving his tongue between her lips, teasing a response from her. His kiss was slow, lingering, as if he had all the time in the world.
    She angled her head, seeking more contact. God, that man could kiss. She tried to tell herself that it was a mistake, that this shouldn’t be happening, but a languid inertia swept over her. There was nothing else, nothing except Jack’s kiss, tempting and passionate. A whimper escaped her mouth.
    ‘That’s better.’ Jack tilted her head back until her throat was exposed to him, then he lowered his head and blew a breath against her heated skin. Her knees trembled. He had barely touched her but she wanted more and he knew it.
    ‘Are you wet for me? Why don’t I slip my hand inside your robe and find out?’
    His hand traced a path along her shoulder, parting the robe and exposing her bare skin. He cupped her breasts with his hands before bending his head and taking one nipple in his mouth. The feel of his sucking mouth wasn’t enough. She threaded her hands in his hair, dragging him closer. A low rumble of pleasure emanated from him. He suckled harder, switching from one breast to the other, grazing the tender flesh with his teeth.
    ‘Oh god,’ she cried out.
    Jack released her nipple. His eyes were heavy-lidded with passion. ‘Tell me what you need.’
    ‘I want to …’
    She couldn’t say the word. How could she tell Jack Winter that she wanted him, that she needed him, to fuck her? That she would do anything he asked if he would only put his hands on her? Her voice came in a breathy sigh. ‘Please.’
    With deft fingers, he untied the belt and the robe dropped. Jack pushed her back gently until she was sprawled on the bed and he insinuated himself between her parted legs. He pushed one finger inside her and then another. Then he moved them in and out slowly, ignoring her attempts to make him speed up. ‘Don’t move, or I’ll stop.’
    Abbie froze. He couldn’t stop now. One glance at his face told her that he would do exactly that. She tensed in the effort to hold herself still. When he removed his fingers and rubbed her clit with her juices, she almost leapt off the bed. Her whole body vibrated with need.
    Jack dropped to his knees, using his shoulders to keep her thighs apart. At the first sweep of his tongue on her heated flesh, Abbie clawed at the coverlet, raking her nails against the cotton. His hot mouth laved her lips, making slow circles with his tongue, deliberately ignoring her clit. He circled the opening of her flesh before plunging his tongue inside her,