Free Seduced by His Touch by Tracy Anne Warren Page B

through some self-imposed restraint, he crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her with a fierce possession that scattered every sensible thought in her brain.
    She jolted as his hand slid lower, his wide palm stroking over the full curve of her bottom to knead her through her gown and petticoats.
    “Open your mouth,” he muttered against her lips. “Let me in, Grace. Let me have you.”
    Blindly, she obeyed, his tongue sweeping inside the instant she parted her lips. Her heart hammered against a flood of new sensations, nerve endings sizzling in places she hadn’t known she had nerves. Her body grew hot, but not from the sun shining overhead. Instead the source was an inner heat that threatened to burn her up from the inside out. She groaned, surrendering to the dark, wet, delicious slide of his flesh tangling with hers.
    Ravenous, he showed her how to respond, how to follow his lead and mimic everything he did. He seemed to approve of her fledgling attempts, coaxing her to try, then try again.
    When she felt his fingers working open the buttons at the back of her gown, she made no demur, too abandoned to object to anything he might do.
    Jack shifted his stance, using his legs to spread hers apart so he could step between. Kissing her harder, he quaked as she tentatively used what he’d been teaching her to draw circles inside his mouth with her tongue. Her taste was intoxicating—like fresh strawberries and champagne—the sweet, light flavor tingling in his mouth and buzzing in his brain.
    He knew he needed to slow things down, to put a halt to what he’d originally intended to be no more than a few simple kisses. But the moment he’d touched her, he’d been lost, unable to keep himself from wanting more, taking more. The keen ache riding him wasn’t helping matters either. He was so hard it was a wonder his straining member didn’t pop the buttons right off his falls.
    He considered laying her down, finding some small patch of grass where he could take her. She would let him. He could tell she was as far gone as he. Without further preamble he could have her beneath him, her skirts tumbled upward as he thrust himself deep into her tight, wet depths.
    But despite his powerful longing, some niggling spark of conscience still remained, reminding him that she was a virgin and that a hard plot of earth was no place for her first time.
    And it would be her first time.
    Based on her untutored responses alone, he knew she’d never even been kissed. A fierce rush of possessiveness roared through him, an atavistic satisfaction that was totally at odds with his usual relaxed attitude concerning sex and female chastity. Never before had he cared whether a woman was innocent. Rather, in the past, he’d always chosen experienced partners, women who knew what to expect and relished the opportunity to explore the boundaries of their sensuality. Virgins, on the other hand, were nothing but a bother.
    Yet he thrilled now to the knowledge that he would be Grace’s first. Grace’s only. The one man with the privilege of touching her and teaching her everything she needed to know regarding the depths of sexual satisfaction and human desire.
    Ah, the pleasure we shall find together when I get her in my bed.
    He shuddered at the idea, ravishing her mouth while he tugged open the buttons on the back of her gown. He wouldn’t take her today, he swore to himself, no matter how much his body screamed for release. But he had to have a little more, a last drink of ambrosia before he tore himself away.
    Yanking down her bodice, he unlaced her stays, loosening the stiffened cloth enough to free one of her breasts. She cried out as he fastened his mouth over her, shuddering with a clear mixture of surprise and delight as he drew upon her tender flesh. Nestling the fulsome curve in his palm, he kneaded her with gentle finesse, licking her in gradually diminishing circles before pausing to press his tongue and teeth against her sensitized