against her neck and thrust into her wetness with one smooth stroke.
Tess felt as if he had consumed her totally. She was so deeply wrapped in his embrace that she rocked with every quick, forceful movement he made.
His breath shattered against her neck, harsh and fast. She tried to turn her face to kiss him, but his grip kept her from it.
His embrace was overwhelming. It controlled her; it put her at his mercy. Something about his fierceness touched a small chord of distress inside her, and she kissed his shoulder tenderly, wishing that she understood what provoked him.
Her kiss drew a long shudder through him. He raised his head and gazed down at her with hooded, passion-filled eyes. Tess forgot everything except the raw sensation his gaze ignited in her body.
It amazed her—one look from those searing blue eyes and she rose under him like a magnet drawn to steel. She called his name again and dug her fingers into his lower back.
Jep. Oh, Jep
.
She shut her eyes. The blood rushing in her ears so harshly that she felt deaf. Tess dimly heard him groan and knew that he was watching the uninhibited expressions of pleasure on her face.
He was waiting for her pleasure to crest. She could only imagine what the wild contractions inside her must be doing to him. A second later she knew.
As she clung to him, trembling, he put his head on her shoulder and arched into her so deeply that he seemed to be entering her womb. Again and again he drove into her, then shuddered to a stop, holding her to him as if he’d never let go.
His release was so powerful and erotic that tears of awe came to her eyes. He dragged his head up slowly, like a man just roused from a deep trance and still groggy.
When Jeopard saw her glittering eyes he leaned his forehead against hers and laid his hand against hercheek. His thumb brushed over the moisture on her lower lashes.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No. Oh, no.” Tess stroked his head, raking her fingers through the thick blond hair. “You were wonderful.” She hesitated, smiling while a big tear ran under his thumb. “You make me feel so incredibly
lucky.
”
After a second he put his arms around her and rested his cheek on her head. She laughed gently.
“Jep, I’m not an oyster. You can’t pop me out of my shell.”
“Too tight?” His arms relaxed little.
“There. That’s perfect, Sundance.”
Tess relaxed inside his warm, possessive embrace. It might be more difficult to understand Jeopard Surprise than she’d originally thought, but she didn’t doubt that he’d be worth the effort.
CHAPTER 5
T ESS STOPPED READING out loud for a moment and looked at Jeopard with amused disgust. Resting in a white lounge chair on the yacht’s upper deck, he reminded her of a lazy cougar. His eyes were shut, and even in relaxation his face was very private. She suspected that he was asleep.
He lay on his back with his hands behind his head, his feet crossed at the ankles. He wore nothing but a pair of low-slung white swim trunks. The sky behind him was as blue as his eyes.
If he’d had his eyes open.
“Sundance, are you listening?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Then why do you have your eyes shut?”
“That black temptation you call a swimsuit distracts me. And I enjoy meditating on the sound of your voice—makes me think of English gardens and tea with crumpets. It’s hard to concentrate on Cherokee history.”
“Oh.” Smiling, she pulled her sunglasses down andeyed him rakishly. “I don’t feel the least bit guilty for distracting a man who cheats at cards the way you did this morning.”
“I got you flustered and you made a mistake. That’s a legitimate tactic.”
“Rubbing your bare toes over my thighs is not a legitimate tactic.”
He laughed, the sound low and rich. Tess shifted on her lounge chair, rearranged her history book on her knees, and bit her lip to keep from smiling at him.
As usual he made her feel languid and warm inside, like a flower
Tess felt as if he had consumed her totally. She was so deeply wrapped in his embrace that she rocked with every quick, forceful movement he made.
His breath shattered against her neck, harsh and fast. She tried to turn her face to kiss him, but his grip kept her from it.
His embrace was overwhelming. It controlled her; it put her at his mercy. Something about his fierceness touched a small chord of distress inside her, and she kissed his shoulder tenderly, wishing that she understood what provoked him.
Her kiss drew a long shudder through him. He raised his head and gazed down at her with hooded, passion-filled eyes. Tess forgot everything except the raw sensation his gaze ignited in her body.
It amazed her—one look from those searing blue eyes and she rose under him like a magnet drawn to steel. She called his name again and dug her fingers into his lower back.
Jep. Oh, Jep
.
She shut her eyes. The blood rushing in her ears so harshly that she felt deaf. Tess dimly heard him groan and knew that he was watching the uninhibited expressions of pleasure on her face.
He was waiting for her pleasure to crest. She could only imagine what the wild contractions inside her must be doing to him. A second later she knew.
As she clung to him, trembling, he put his head on her shoulder and arched into her so deeply that he seemed to be entering her womb. Again and again he drove into her, then shuddered to a stop, holding her to him as if he’d never let go.
His release was so powerful and erotic that tears of awe came to her eyes. He dragged his head up slowly, like a man just roused from a deep trance and still groggy.
When Jeopard saw her glittering eyes he leaned his forehead against hers and laid his hand against hercheek. His thumb brushed over the moisture on her lower lashes.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No. Oh, no.” Tess stroked his head, raking her fingers through the thick blond hair. “You were wonderful.” She hesitated, smiling while a big tear ran under his thumb. “You make me feel so incredibly
lucky.
”
After a second he put his arms around her and rested his cheek on her head. She laughed gently.
“Jep, I’m not an oyster. You can’t pop me out of my shell.”
“Too tight?” His arms relaxed little.
“There. That’s perfect, Sundance.”
Tess relaxed inside his warm, possessive embrace. It might be more difficult to understand Jeopard Surprise than she’d originally thought, but she didn’t doubt that he’d be worth the effort.
CHAPTER 5
T ESS STOPPED READING out loud for a moment and looked at Jeopard with amused disgust. Resting in a white lounge chair on the yacht’s upper deck, he reminded her of a lazy cougar. His eyes were shut, and even in relaxation his face was very private. She suspected that he was asleep.
He lay on his back with his hands behind his head, his feet crossed at the ankles. He wore nothing but a pair of low-slung white swim trunks. The sky behind him was as blue as his eyes.
If he’d had his eyes open.
“Sundance, are you listening?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Then why do you have your eyes shut?”
“That black temptation you call a swimsuit distracts me. And I enjoy meditating on the sound of your voice—makes me think of English gardens and tea with crumpets. It’s hard to concentrate on Cherokee history.”
“Oh.” Smiling, she pulled her sunglasses down andeyed him rakishly. “I don’t feel the least bit guilty for distracting a man who cheats at cards the way you did this morning.”
“I got you flustered and you made a mistake. That’s a legitimate tactic.”
“Rubbing your bare toes over my thighs is not a legitimate tactic.”
He laughed, the sound low and rich. Tess shifted on her lounge chair, rearranged her history book on her knees, and bit her lip to keep from smiling at him.
As usual he made her feel languid and warm inside, like a flower
Similar Books
