Treasured by Crystal Jordan Page B

let her pants slip to the floor. He wanted to kiss his way up those soft legs until he dipped his tongue into the slickness he knew awaited him. She was always hot for him, greedy. He’d suckle her wet flesh until she screamed his name.
    “Can I touch myself, James?” Her small hands cupped her breasts, lifted them before letting them bounce down. Her nipples beaded to tight points. He wanted them in his mouth, wanted to suck them hard. She loved it when he did that. He shuddered, trying to force himself to relax, to remain in control and focus on her.
    Jerking to his feet, he backed her against the door and crowded her with his body. Her breasts rose and fell with her soft panting. His hands itched to glide over the curves of her body. Her pink tongue flicked out to wet her bottom lip. He groaned. He could smell her, that soft vanilla fragrance mixed with the scent of her building passion. Lust and love twisted inside him, shredded his resolve. He fisted his shaking fingers. Touching her now would be a mistake.
    He wanted to worship her slowly, show her what she meant to him. His intentions went by the wayside as her fingers slipped into the thatch of hair that covered her sex, then slid deeper to stroke herself. His anticipation sharpened, knowing slick heat built there. For him. Everything about her kicked him in the heart and loins. He had to have her, hard and fast and now. This moment.
    He gripped her hips, lifting her against the door. Her slim thighs bracketed his flanks, her feet tucking under his buttocks.
    She moved on him, and he could feel her heated core through his pants. Need sank claws into him, and he rocked against her.
    “James, please. James, James, James.”
    Hearing her chant his name only drove him on. He threaded his fingers through her silken hair and pulled her head back to expose her throat. Flicking his tongue over her pulse point, he lightly bit her neck. She cried out, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. He sucked kisses up her neck, along her jaw, then met her mouth. The kiss was feral, animalistic as they fed on each other. He broke away, his breath jerking out.
    “Now. Now , James.” He smiled at her demand, so typical of Rebecca. She was a woman who stood aside and waited, analyzed. But for him? She went wild under him. He loved it, loved to push her, loved to watch her open for him, loved to peel back the layers of her until he found the wildness she hid from the world.
    His hand slid between them to unfasten his breeches and release his cock. He rubbed his knuckles against the hard nub of her clitoris. Her fingers clawed at his shoulder. Her hips moved with his fingers, but it wasn’t enough. He had to be inside her, ride her, feel her damp heat close around him. Shifting his hands to cup her ass, he lifted her on the door to plunge into the hot depths of her sex.
    “ James .”
    He dipped his head to suck her nipples into his mouth, first one, then the other. Her back bowed, and she moaned when he bit the tight tips. Her wetness increased, soaking the length of his cock with each plunge. A siren’s smile curved her lips, and she threw back her head to arch against the door and press herself more firmly to his chest.
    So sweet, so perfect.
    “I love you, James. I love you, love you, love you .”
    Every shred of civility ripped away and he pounded inside her. His grip bit into her hips, pulling her into his thrusts. He rocked his hips into hers, grinding her at a different angle. She sobbed his name. He couldn’t stop, not even if The Fortune caught fire again. A part of his mind stood back and arched a brow that his tenderness had dissolved into the complete lack of finesse of ramming his wife against a door. He closed his eyes and drew in her scent. He could never get enough of her. Only her. Only Rebecca had the power to reduce him to this…no control, no thought other than the overriding need to bury himself inside her.
    Her fingers fisted in his hair. “I—I