Only Mine (27 page)

“Does this mean I finally get to bite yours?”

Before Wolfe could answer, he felt the warmth of Jessica’s breath on his ear, the heat of her tongue, the delicate edge of her teeth. He made a low sound of pleasure as her tongue spiraled down and in, sending sweet chills over his spine. She lifted her head and saw the dark glittering of his eyes in the dawn.

“You liked that,” she said.

He smiled rather fiercely. “Yes.”

“Lovely,” she murmured, bending to him once more. “So did I.”

Jessica tested the difference between ear and lobe with her tongue, her teeth, her lips. When she had managed to draw another low sound from Wolfe, she kissed him gently behind one ear.

“We both have necks,” she said against his.

“What?”

“Necks,” Jessica repeated. “We both have them. I liked the feel of your mouth on my neck. Does that mean you’ll—”

“Yes,” he interrupted swiftly. “Please.”

Smiling, she shifted, not noticing that the front of her gown had come half undone beneath Wolfe’s fingers. White lace fell open, revealing her breasts just as she discovered the strong tendons and resilient muscles of Wolfe’s neck. He was as hard as polished wood, yet much more supple. Life coursed through him tangibly.

“Your neck is so much stronger than mine.”

“I haven’t your petal softness,” Wolfe agreed. “Bite me, elf. Let me feel your teeth and your warm little tongue. You won’t hurt me.”

An instant later he felt the edge of Jessica’s teeth testing him. Her willingness to please him was as arousing as the caress itself. Knowing he shouldn’t trust himself to touch her at all, Wolfe drew her gown away from one breast and looked at her. His index finger circled the creamy skin just at the point where it began to gather into the rosy velvet of her nipple.

Jessica shivered and her teeth closed a bit savagely on the corded muscles of Wolfe’s neck. Heat shot through him. He caught the responsive tip of her breast in his fingers and twisted with exquisite
care. She made a ragged sound and drew her fingernails down his chest. When she felt the tiny, hard rise of his nipples, she hesitated, then circled back to test the nubs she had drawn so unexpectedly from his muscular chest.

“Yes, we both have breasts,” Wolfe said, smiling despite the hot wires of need that were drawing his muscles into knots. “But yours are wonderfully soft and silky.”

“I like yours better.”

Slender fingers moved over Wolfe’s chest, kneading the pads of muscle, praising his strength in silence, enjoying the midnight swirls of hair, circling without touching the sensitive nipples. Then her head bent, sending a wave of rose-scented hair over him. Just before her lips touched him, he saw the tip of her tongue. With the delicate curiosity of a kitten, she tasted his nipple. His fingers speared through her hair, holding her close. Her tongue flicked over him again.

“Remember how I kissed you?” he asked almost roughly.

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

Her laugh was as sensual as the heat of her tongue. “Are you saying you would like to be kissed that way?”

“Only if you want.”

Jessica’s answer was a change in the caress, her lips opening over him, teasing and pleasing him with the shifting pressures of her mouth. Her teeth closed gently on him. The tightening of his body was both a reward and a lure. She covered his nipple with her mouth and sucked gently. He made a sound that was as much felt as heard, a breaking of breath, a speeding of his heartbeat, and
a flush of warmth spreading beneath his skin that told her she had pleased him.

An answering thrill coursed through Jessica. She would never have guessed that her touch could have such an effect on Wolfe’s powerful body. Nor would she have guessed that touching him would both please and excite her. But it did. She found herself wanting to touch him everywhere, all at once, to fill her senses with him until there was nothing except Wolfe in her whole world.

Murmuring sounds that had no meaning, Jessica drew first one cheek and then the other over Wolfe’s chest, caressing him, tasting him, savoring his warmth and strength, losing herself in his male textures, realizing finally that this was what she had wanted to do for so long she could not remember when the wanting had first begun.

Now he was lying beneath her hand, and she was dizzy with the power of him.

When Jessica’s hand slid down the sheet to stroke Wolfe’s clenched thighs, his hips moved hungrily. Remembering how she had caught fire when his hand moved between her legs, she eased her fingers beneath the sheet, wanting to give him the same intense pleasure she had known at his touch. Yet when she tried to slide her fingers from knee to thigh, his legs were too closely held to permit it.

“Don’t you want me to touch you?” Jessica asked.

Wolfe didn’t trust his voice. He simply shifted his legs and prayed that his self-control was as good as he had always believed it to be.

The male flesh Jessica found was utterly foreign, twin weights resting on her palm and all of him drawn tight and hard, so sensitive that Wolfe’s
breath was torn from his mouth when she touched him experimentally. Instantly, she tried to retreat. His hand closed over hers, tangling her in the sheet, holding her palm cupped closely against him while fire burned through his body.

Then Wolfe realized what he had done.

“Forgive me,” he said raggedly. “I didn’t mean to force something you didn’t want.”

Gently Jessica kissed the taut skin of Wolfe’s waist just above the line of the sheet. “I want to touch you. I just don’t know how. And from what you taught me my fifteenth summer, for all your hardness, a man is vulnerable there.”

“What? Oh,” Wolfe said, remembering. “That savage little gutter trick.”

“That little gutter trick saved me from Lord Gore.”

“What do you mean?”

“He threw me against the wall so hard I hadn’t the breath to groan, much less to scream the house down around his ears as I wanted. If I hadn’t used my knee as you taught, I’d have been raped on the hall floor just like my mother.”

“
Jessi.
”

Wolfe half lifted himself so that he could see her face. What he saw was creamy, half-covered breasts, hair on fire with the dawn, and a sweet mouth so close to his aching flesh that he could feel each of her breaths as a current of warmth soaking through the sheet. He stroked a strand of the long, mahogany hair that fanned across his chest.

“Your hand is trembling,” she whispered.

“Yes,” he said huskily. “You keep surprising me. You have little reason to trust men, yet you are more generous in your sensuality than any
woman I’ve ever known.”

“Only with you. You have never been as other men to me. You are my Lord Wolfe, Tree That Stands Alone, the man who Talks Back To Thunder on behalf of a frightened elf.”

Jessica kissed him softly where sheet and skin met. The brush of his fingertips over her lips made her shiver with memories.

“You have another name, as well,” she said.

“I know. The viscount’s savage.”

“No.” She bit the taut skin of Wolfe’s belly in sensuous punishment. “Never a savage. To me your true name is Takes Me To The Sun.”

Wolfe wondered distantly how many more times Jessica would surprise him; and then she astonished him by drawing down the sheet and kissing the very different flesh that she had aroused.

The kiss was as delicate as the brush of a butterfly’s wing and it burned as nothing Wolfe had ever felt in his life…until Jessica lifted her hair and let it settle over him. He felt each silky strand as a separate sliding caress, concealing and then revealing him in the same endless, searing instant.

“Teach me how to touch you,” Jessica whispered, stroking Wolfe very lightly with her hands. “Tell me where you are most sensitive.”

Her name shivered from Wolfe’s lips. It was all he could say as he fought to control the primal pulses that were dragging him to the brink of ecstasy. For the space of several breaths he struggled, not realizing that Jessica was watching him with eyes made smoky by passion. Finally, he let out a long, shuddering sigh.

“You take the breath from me,” Wolfe said.

“Then I’ll give you mine.”

Jessica lifted her face to his, breathing his name
into his mouth as they shared a kiss that burned with leashed hunger. Slowly, his hands closed over hers, drawing them across his aching body. With a soft, ragged sound of anticipation, she kissed the corner of his mouth, the pulse beating so strongly in his neck, the muscular swell of his chest. And all the while her hands hovered just above his fiercely aroused flesh, touching him only with her warmth.

When Wolfe finally could speak, his voice was a rasp that told Jessica how tightly drawn he was.

“Touch me here, where I ache for you,” he said, pressing one small hand between his legs.

Jessica cupped and caressed him very gently, sensing the wildness quivering in him. Slowly he drew her hand higher, wrapping it around his potent flesh, urging her to measure him from base to blunt satin tip.

“There,” Wolfe said hoarsely. “There I am very sensitive. It is there I would feel the shivering of your ecstasy most clearly.”

Jessica made an odd sound and ran her fingers over his different textures with both curiosity and gentle care. Wolfe felt the trembling of her hands beneath his and smiled darkly.

“Is there anything else you want to know?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“What is it?”

“I want to know how it would feel to have you inside me.”

“That can’t be. But this…yes…I need your hands, Jessi. I’ve never needed like this.”

Her hands moved and pleasure coursed heavily through Wolfe. She kissed the muscular curve of his thigh, the sleek warmth of his abdomen, the
intriguing hollow of his navel.

Eyes glittering, half-closed, Wolfe watched her loving him in the only way he would allow. The hushed silence of the room expanded until it became as taut as the instant before lightning arced between sky and earth.

The clear pleasure Jessica took in Wolfe’s body and her utter lack of fear almost undid him. It took a fierce effort of will for him not to grab her and return the intimate caresses. But he knew if he touched her, he wouldn’t stop until he was buried in her, feeling her ecstasy shivering around him, hurling him into the sun.

Wolfe’s fingers clenched in the ends of Jessica’s long hair as he felt her warm mouth caressing his skin. Then he could watch her no longer. He could only close his eyes and fight the violent need that threatened to overpower him. Of all the sensual things he had dreamed about his elf, the possibility of her taking such open, heated pleasure in his body hadn’t been one of them. Never had he been more aroused or felt more his own power as a man.

Then Jessica’s tongue skimmed his blunt arousal. He made the sound of a man in torment. Her head turned swiftly toward him, sending her hair over him in silky fire. As lightly as a sigh, as hot as flame, her hair settled between his thighs. A visible shudder ripped through him.

“Wolfe? Did I hurt you?”

He smiled despite talons of need drawing his body on a rack. “Did I ever make you ache?”

She nodded. The movement sent sensual fire coursing over his erect flesh. He barely suppressed a groan.

“Sweet Jessi, it hurts only when you stop.”

“But how do I touch you now? We are so different.”

“I’ve never asked that from a woman.” Wolfe looked at Jessica with eyes that were dark blue gems burning. “That kind of intimacy is too much to ask of an innocent elf.”

“Is it shameful of me to admit I’d rather be wanton than innocent? I find I’m quite…curious.”

“And I find I’ve never been more aroused. I wonder how much more I can take?” Wolfe drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. “We’ll learn together.”

“This can’t be new to you.”

He smiled ruefully. “But it is.”

“Your duchesses—”

“Hammer the duchesses,” Wolfe said roughly. “They weren’t mine, nor was I theirs. I was a savage trophy for them. Not one of them gave tinker’s damn for anything but cold-hearted rutting. Not one of them ever gave me half the sweet pleasure you have.”

“I have?” Jessica whispered. “By touching you where you’re most different?”

Wolfe smiled and stroked his thumb over her lips, the only way he would permit himself to touch her.

“That, and earlier, when you went down my body as though I were a warm spring and you were bathing in me.”

“But you are.” Jessica drew her cheek against the hard masculine flesh that defined Wolfe’s hunger. “And I am.”

“Bathing in me?”

“Yes.” She turned her head and caressed him with her other cheek.

“Keep that up,” he said in a thick voice, “and
there will be as much fact as metaphor in what you say.”

Jessica paused, then smiled secretly as she understood. “That would be only fair.”

“No.”

“Yes.” Her head moved again, but this time it was her mouth that caressed him rather than her cheek. “Did you not bathe in me?”

Wolfe groaned something in Cheyenne as his whole body clenched.

“You are very hard, my Wolfe.”

The sound he made wasn’t recognizable as a word, which was just as well. He was certain the word would have shocked her.

“You’re very warm,” she whispered, testing his heat with the tip of her tongue.

“You are a tease,” he said in a thick voice.

“Am I? Your blood is running heavily. I can feel it.” Jessica trembled with the answering rush of her own blood. “It beats more fiercely here than in your neck.”

Wolfe didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He had never imagined how violently exciting it might be to experience his body through Jessica’s eyes, her hands, her words.

Then the gentle, curious, incendiary heat of her mouth discovered him. With a murmuring sound of pleasure and surprise, she surrounded him. Wolfe’s fingers clenched deeply in the covers as a wave of unspeakable pleasure exploded through him. He fought to control the wild pulses of his release, but even as he fought he knew he would quickly lose.

Wolfe barely had enough strength to drag Jessica back up his body and bury his tongue in her mouth. Then he tasted himself and her and groaned as
though he were being torn apart.