Royally Seduced (11 page)

Of all the stylish, sophisticated women in France, he had chosen her. And she had chosen him. She slowly pulled her shirt over her head and ditched the rest of her clothing until she stood in front of him in her plain cotton bra and matching panties.

“Take it all off.” A command, not a suggestion.

Her underwear joined the rest of her clothing. She shivered under his hungry gaze.

“And you say you are not beautiful?” He shook his head.
“Mon dieu.”
He stalked toward her, his cock bobbing with each step. Lily waited in anticipation for him.

Jack scooped his hands into her hair and crushed her mouth to his. She gasped and he took advantage of it to plunge his tongue inside. He stroked her tongue with his, sucking on her and letting her suck on him.

Her breathing came fast and hard, and she clutched his wrists. Jack was right—he was being totally uncivilized and savage, and she loved it. He moved her backwards so the edge of the bed clipped her legs and they sprawled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.

His thigh had come to rest between hers, muscled and hot on her clit. She automatically moved against him, and he smiled, slowly rubbing up and down so the hair rasped her tender folds. “You like this, eh?” He lowered his head and nibbled her neck.

Lily arched her back as his mouth traveled leisurely across her skin, licking and sucking her tender earlobe, down to her collarbone.

“Lovely Lily,” Jack murmured. “You turn me into a savage. I want to suck on your golden skin, give you a love bite.”

She shivered at his sultry tone. “Why would you do that?”

“To stake my claim on you. So every man who sees you knows that you are taken. Possessed. Mine.”

“And what should I do so other women know you’re taken?”

“Nothing. I do not even see other women since you have dazzled me so.”

“Oh, Jack.” She grabbed the sides of his head and brought his mouth up to hers.

He kissed her eagerly. “It’s true, I swear,” he explained between planting kisses on her cheeks and lips. “You may think we Frenchmen are casual about
l’amour,
but I am not. I never have been.”

“Me, neither.” Lily gasped as he moved down to her breasts. “Oh, Jack, that feels so good.”

His only reply was a muffled hum as he sucked on her nipple, rubbing his thigh between hers. His cock swelled even more, rising to her belly.

She wrapped her hand around him and shifted so he was brushing her opening. “Come inside me, Jack.”

He shook his head. “No, you need more.”

She guided his hand between them. “Does this feel like I need more?” She was dripping wet and throbbing.

He gave her a slow smile. “Why, yes, it does. More of this.” He slid a finger into her tight passage and she squeezed down on him. “More of this.” He moved his finger in and out, rotating it around like a naughty little sex toy. He brushed a particular spot and she squealed in surprised pleasure. He immediately returned there. “Oh, yes, the G-spot. And yours is so sensitive. You must like coming from this.”

She shook her head.

“You don’t?” he asked in surprise. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No! I never have before.”

His smile grew positively wicked. “Then allow me to be the first.” He circled her G-spot and alternated light and firm pressure across it.

She gasped as he devoted his entire attention to those few centimeters of tender flesh, murmuring in French as he touched her. She almost came from listening to his dark, sexy accent. He could have been reciting French nursery rhymes for all she cared.

Then he switched into English. “Beautiful Lily, I love to see your naked breasts pointing up, waiting for me to suck on the hard tips. I love to see your smooth skin bead with sweat so I can lick it off. And I love stroking you inside, so wet and hot and tight that I wish it were my cock inside you instead of my finger.”

Her nipples tightened even further at his raunchy sex talk and she grabbed at him to put his money where his finger was, so to speak.

“Not yet. I’ll take you when I say so.” He easily fended her off with an increase in speed that left her gasping.

It was a pleasure that spiraled upward, burrowing deep into her very center, a pleasure that skirted the edge of pain from its intensity. A pleasure that made her dig her heels into the soft bedding and arch her back off the bed as if she were a bow drawn taut and he was a master archer.

“That’s it, Lily, beautiful Lily,” he coaxed her. “Surrender to yourself. Surrender to
me.
”

“No.” She whipped her head back and forth. She wouldn’t surrender to him or anyone.

“You want to,” he whispered. “You want me to possess you. Like you possessed me with your wicked mouth in the car. Mindless, physical passion.”

She groaned. She’d always been careful to have her mind rule her body, but Jack was turning everything upside down with a wiggle of his finger.

“Do it, Lily. Lust. Sex. All you have to do is feel.”

Suddenly she was tired of thinking. That could come later. She wanted to come
now.
She sighed and relaxed into the bed, and he chuckled. “That’s it.” He flicked her with his fingertip and then suddenly pressed hard.

She screamed his name and arched off the bed again, twisting the sheets into wrinkled handfuls. Her orgasm blasted through her like a shock wave, the epicenter at his fingertip and radiating out to the far reaches of her body. She quivered and clutched at Jack, her only anchor in the most powerful climax of her life. He held her close and murmured to her in French again as she fought the pleasure and then finally surrendered to it. Surrendered to him. The shock wave became a soothing rocking and finally a ripple.

She opened her eyes and swallowed hard, her mouth dry. Jack stared down at her, his eyes wide. “What?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Only that that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And that you would share it with me.”

“Really?” She was sweaty and probably red as a beet, but he was looking at her as if she were the last truffle in France.

“Really.”

She preened a bit. “I’m not done sharing with you, if you know what I mean.” She reached down and cupped his cock, still stiff as a board after all that foreplay. Poor man, he was so patient. And so virile. She pulled him on top of her so he rested between her legs.

He groaned and thrust against her as she squeezed her thighs around his erection. “Oh, Lily.”

“You like that?”

“I like everything you do to me.” He nudged her legs wide open. “But I
love
being inside you.” He plunged forward and sank deep into her.

His thick cock filled her sensitized center and she let out a short scream. He stopped for a brief second, but she smiled at him and he started to move inside her.

And like that, Lily was back in the realm of mindless lust, where her only thought was how soon she could come again. His flesh slapped into hers and pulled out, making her whimper until he filled her again. She hooked her legs around his waist to keep him locked inside but he couldn’t keep still, his body in control and driving toward his own orgasm.

His body rubbed hers and she responded, tightening around him. His chest hair caught on her nipples, rasping their swollen peaks. He bent down and licked the top curve of her breast and then sucked hard on her nipple, sending exquisite jolts down to her clit.

She dug her fingers into his shoulders and moaned, “Jacky.”

“That’s it, Lily. Show me how much you want me,” he commanded. He moved to her other nipple, leaving the first glistening and pink like a ripe berry.

Before she could stop herself, she nipped at his shoulder.

Jack grinned and lifted his head. “The little cat has claws and teeth. Maybe I can make you purr.”

After that, Lily didn’t purr as much as moan, pant and scream as he slammed into her, moving them across the bed until she was against the headboard. He hooked his hands under her shoulders and pulled her down under him, their sweaty skin clinging and releasing as his cock slapped wetly in and out of her pussy.

He stopped for a second and reached between their bodies to unerringly find her clit. A couple strokes and she clutched wildly as she spasmed around him. He thrust long enough to make sure she’d hit the highest peak and then let go of himself.

He tossed back his head, his eyes dark and blind to anything but the powerful spasms of his climax. His lips drew into a snarl as he roared his release like a lion who had claimed his mate.

It was the first time she’d been able to see his face at his peak and she was entranced. His easygoing, suave exterior was entirely gone, his primitive sexuality on display for only her to see. She held on tight to him as he gasped and collapsed. She welcomed his heavy weight pressing her into the bedding and inhaled the scent of their lovemaking rising from their skin.

“Ah,
ma belle
Lily.” He was still breathing hard. “How can it be like this?”

She shook her head, enjoying how his chest rasped along her cheek, his heart thumping sturdily inside his ribs. “I don’t know, but I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth.”

He laughed and rolled them to their sides. “I hope that I am not the gift horse,
non?
”

“No, you’re the
stallion.
” She wiggled her eyebrows lasciviously, making him laugh even harder. “How do you say that in French?”

“Oh, no, no.” He shook his head. “I’ll teach you any other French words you want, but not that.”

“Okay, I’ll ask the next Frenchwoman I meet. And if she asks why I want to know, I’ll look at you and smile.”

He groaned. “Ah, my reputation will never recover if you do that.
Stallion
is
étalon.
”

“Ay-tal-ohn,” she mimicked. “My stallion.”

“Ah,
mon dieu,
Lily.” He laughed. “I never know what to expect from you.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not at all.” Jack kissed her mouth and extricated himself from the rumpled bedding. “I’ll be right back.” He pulled on his briefs and disappeared downstairs, quickly returning with a pair of champagne flutes and a bottle of champagne. “I was going to do this first. Show you the house, offer you champagne, feed you and then…” He gave a shrug and laughed, setting down the glasses to open the bottle.

“Then this?” She pointed at her naked body. Somehow she wasn’t shy around him.

“Only if you wanted.” He poured the pale bubbly into the tall narrow glasses, designed especially so the bubbles would not immediately evaporate and flatten the wine.

“I did want.”

“Good. So did I.” He offered her a full champagne flute. “To this. To us.”

They delicately touched the rims of what had to be fine crystal and Lily sipped, her eyes widening in shock. “No. This isn’t—”

He gave her a sidelong glance. “Isn’t what?”

“Did you open a bottle of Bollinger Blanc?”

“You have an excellent palate. That’s exactly what it is. 1995, to be exact.”

She sat bolt upright. “Jack! We can’t accept their hospitality and then drink all the expensive wine. How tacky is that?”

“Not tacky at all. I bought it myself the last time I visited and we didn’t get around to drinking it, that’s all.”

“Oh.” She relaxed a bit. “But you really should replace it before we go, don’t you think?”

“Of course. There is an excellent wine store in a nearby town. I’ll order another bottle.”

“Okay, but you have to let me help pay for it. You’re not the only one drinking it, you know.” She took another sip. It was the best champagne she’d ever tasted, and this time she had a whole glass of it, not just a stolen sip from an untouched party glass.

A whole glass…she dribbled some down her belly so it pooled in her navel. “Have a drink, Jack. Nice and wet, the way you like it.”

His nostrils flared and he dipped his tongue in her belly button. “I like it all. I like you, nice and wet.” He inhaled greedily. “I can smell myself on you, smell your arousal.” He drew lazy circles on her belly with his tongue and then stopped suddenly.

She nudged him to get him going again but he sat back on his haunches and gestured at her glass. “Have some more champagne.”

“You don’t have to get me drunk to have your wicked way with me. I’m perfectly willing.” But she wasn’t willing to let her champagne go flat, so she drank more.

“Bah,” he puffed in disgust. “Real men do not need to get women drunk to make love. That is why we only went to sleep first our first night in Provence—you were tired and had much wine in addition. I would not take advantage of that.”

“Good thing I sobered up in my sleep.” She deliberately stretched and yawned, making sure her breasts pointed up invitingly.

He took a large mouthful of champagne and before she realized what he was doing, fastened his mouth on her nipple. She shrieked at first from the cold and then the bubbles popping against her tender skin. A chuckle rumbled through him, but he sucked at her with the sparkling wine.

He finally let go and swallowed. “Ah, what could be better?”

“Doing the same to my other nipple?” she suggested.

“Excellent.” He complied with her request until both peaks were tingling. He refilled her glass and she spilled champagne onto his belly and licked it off. He was rock-hard again and inches from her lips, his head ripe and purple like a juicy sweet plum. And she knew just how to eat it.

She sat up and gave him a wicked smile before filling her mouth with champagne. His eyes widened. “Oh, no, Lily.”

She smirked and closed her mouth around his plump flesh and it was his turn to arch off the bed in a howl of pure sensation. The bubbles buzzed him as she sucked on him. Champagne dribbled down his shaft as she took him deeper between her lips. He fisted his fingers through her hair, tiny pinpricks of pleasure and pain tingling her scalp.

“Enough,” he growled, lifting her head so she released him.

“Don’t you like that?” He’d sure seemed to enjoy it so far.

“Too much. I want to be inside you, want us to explode together.” He pushed her onto her hands and knees and she heard a packet rip open. “Have you ever seen a stallion take a mare, Lily?”