Chapter Seven #2
“I do prefer it, though I take exception to you telling it in front of my brothers. At least the parts about se$. It is unseemly to speak thusly in front of other men.”
“Unseemly? Oh. I do not wish to be unseemly. Do I?”
His hands shaped around her waist, feeling the sleek curves of her sides.
The truth was, if she were seemly, she very likely would not be letting him touch her like this.
Last night he had mistaken her for a camp follower or a woman who might sell her sexual favors for a betterment of her life …
but he had long since come to realize that was not the case.
Jileana was merely forthright and honest about her desires.
She knew her mind and knew it quickly. Somehow he had been lucky enough to gain her favor and she had not wasted time with seemly behaviors.
Yes, he decided, this was much better than all the courting nonsense he didn’t have the time or the inclination for.
His inclination was for the full, warm flesh of a willing woman in his hands and that was exactly what he had. His hand traveled up to her breast and he heard her breath catch.
“Actually, now that I am thinking on it, I rather like you unseemly.”
She sighed in exasperation. “You are confusing me. I want to do what you wish me to do. Tell me what it is you would like me to change.”
He looked down into her iridescent green eyes. “Nothing,” he whispered on a soft breath. “Nothing at all. You are perfect as you are. Forgive me. I am merely … I am not used to a woman who speaks her mind so clearly.”
“Women of your people do not speak their minds?”
“No. They play games. They like to tease and make promises they don’t intend to fulfill.”
“Well, I like to tease,” she said slyly, “but I intend to fulfill every promise I make to you. Else I will not make it.”
“Good. I like that,” he said heatedly. “Gods above, you smell good. And feel good. And if memory serves, you taste good as well.”
“Why rely on memory? I am here now. Taste me.”
He groaned softly and caught her up in his hands, pulling her up onto her toes as his mouth descended onto hers.
Her lips were plush and wet, warm and oh so willing.
She opened her mouth to him, inviting him in deep with her tongue.
With a deeply indrawn breath, he devoured her, took her with every ounce of intensity he could muster.
He kissed her until she was moaning with pleasure, reveling in the feel and taste of him.
Her hands climbed his arms and neck and reached into his hair.
She gripped at him, her grasp fevered and passionate.
His hands came to her breasts, feeling the plumpness of them through the depth of that sweetheart neckline.
But the dress was laced in back and frustrated his efforts.
He fumbled at her back for the laces and she made a sound of frustration.
“Too many clothes,” she panted.
He couldn’t have agreed more. As soon as the laces were free he pulled away from her mouth and lowered his lips to the swells of her breasts.
She smelled so good, the scent of soft femininity and sweet musk.
She reminded him of a kelp flower, a particularly fragrant blossom that grew in ocean inlets, around docks and jetties and other relatively still places in the ocean.
He drew the neckline of her dress down, baring both of her breasts to the nipple.
By all rights he should be taking her to the privacy of his chambers, but he couldn’t seem to make himself stop.
He couldn’t keep himself from filling his mouth with one of the sweet, pointed tips.
He sucked on her until she gasped from the pressure.
Suddenly his hands were under her skirt, grabbing her thighs and hoisting her up the wall so he would not have to bend to reach her.
The next he knew, a pair of strong, lithe thighs were locking around him, dragging him in tight.
He could feel the heat of her, beckoning to him, reminding him she had nothing on beneath the dress …
nothing but warm and willing flesh. She moaned in his ear as he shifted from one breast to the next.
“I wish to be having sex with you now,” she breathed into his ear. It made a laugh burst out of him and he left her breasts to meet her eyes.
“I thought that was what we were doing,” he said, his hand continuing to stroke and fondle her.
“No, I mean I wish for you to be inside me,” she explained, wriggling down the wall a little, her hands diving past her bunched up skirts and beyond the waist of his pants.
His belly contracted at the sudden feel of her against his bare skin, but his cock leapt eagerly for the touch of her hand.
He groaned soulfully as she wrapped her fingers around him with one hand and struggled to work his clothing open with the other.
He tried to help her, but they only got in each other’s way and he could barely focus as she stroked him from root to tip again and again until he thought he would embarrass himself by the time she got him free.
But at last she did, and after that she wasted no time pulling him in toward her, using the vise of her legs to bring him in tight, using her hand to guide him straight to the open warmth of her waiting body.
Then between his own thrusting hips and her reaching body, they brought him inside her in a single crash of movement.
She cried out loudly and he didn’t bother to hush her.
He wasn’t exactly being quiet himself. He had shouted out at the moment their bodies met, the pleasure of it too much to contain inside him.
There was no explaining how it felt to be surrounded by her.
It was like a stunning, living sensation that shot through all of his nerve endings at once.
He looked into her eyes and began to thrust into her in rhythmic, hard bursts.
He had never seen such pretty eyes before.
Their iridescent color was something unique, and they were framed by lashes as lush as the feel of her body around him.
She was so warm and wet it was driving him mad.
The speed of his thrusts and the violence of them increased.
He liked to see the way her body shimmered at the impacts, liked to hear the grunts and cries that erupted from her.
He wanted to make her scream out. Yes, even as exposed as they were, potential witnesses or even enemies all around them, he wanted her to cry out, give away their location, let everyone know that he was the one giving pleasure to her.
His hands fumbled past her skirts until he was gripping her by her bare backside, jerking her forward onto him with every thrust. Fire raced through his veins, warning him that he would not last much longer. But he would not have that until he had made her find her full pleasure.
What he didn’t know was that Jileana was closer to spinning away with pleasure than he could have imagined.
She had felt it from the first thrust, her body designed for passion and so eager to accept it.
She was fighting herself to make the act last longer than it might have otherwise.
She didn’t want it to be over too soon, to be forced to come apart from him …
to leave him behind. She liked being together with him …
really liked it. If she had her way, it would never end.
But it had to end. She knew it. She let herself give over to it. She threw her head back and cried out, her entire body tensing as pure fire washed over her again and again.
Jaykun felt her come around him and it blinded him with ferocious pleasure.
He surged up into her, plunging into her one last time, and then let the pleasure of it overtake him.
He came with a roar so savage it would have frightened away any of his foes had they heard him.
Actually, Jileana was quite convinced they couldn’t have helped but hear him. Hear them both.
Jaykun’s knees gave out and they collapsed to the floor together, their bodies still connected. Jaykun had landed on his knees, Jileana’s backside resting on his thighs. Her long legs were settled loosely around him, her skirts bunched up between them as they both panted hard for breath.
“Oh, that was very …”
“Yes,” he said breathlessly.
“Well, we should …”
“Definitely,” he said.
“In a minute,” she said.
“Yes. In a minute.” Jaykun touched his forehead to hers. “You make me forget myself.”
“You make me remember all kinds of things, including myself. I had forgotten things could feel like this. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.”
That brought Jaykun up short. He drew his head back and met her eyes.
“Jileana, I think I should be clear,” he said, tension filling his voice.
“I’ve no space for a woman in my life. My curse makes it so that I will never be free to feel anything for a woman.
Nothing will come of this … no relationship. ”
She looked at him a long moment, then tossed back her head and laughed. “Of course not, you silly man! Oh my, as if I ever could! No, no. We can certainly feel much between us. Yes, we can be free to do that. But there is no permanence to this relationship in the least.”
Her statements took him aback. The fact that she found the idea of having a lasting relationship with him amusing rather irritated him. It shouldn’t of course. He should be glad she understood this was only for the short term. He should feel relieved. Instead he felt put out.
The feeling bothered him. Everything about her bothered him.
He stood up in a surge of movement, setting her on her feet and then quickly redressing himself.
She took the opportunity to tuck her breasts back into her dress and he tried to ignore the pang of regret it caused.
He realized that, if it was completely up to him, he would prefer to have her naked at all times.