Her back was narrow, her neck slender. In his opinion, she was a tad too thin. There were muscles under her skin though, proving that whatever she did in her world she worked hard. He knew there were calluses on her hands. Once again, he wondered where the men were—father or brothers, uncles or cousins.
When Sam stood, every other thought fled. The water rolled down her supple body. A bead dripped from the tip of one pert breast and Jace had the sudden urge to lick the remaining water from her body. His cock was hard and ready, but he restrained his urges. Today was all about Sam. About showing her how good it could be between them if she stayed.
He took a step toward her and she nibbled on her bottom lip again. It was a gesture he’d noticed she made when she was nervous or uncertain. Another bead of water gathered on her nipple. Unable to resist this time, he leaned forward and sipped the drop from her breast.
Sam sucked in a breath. “Jace?”
He straightened and licked his lips. She shuddered and both her nipples tightened beneath his gaze. He was glad she was as affected by the sensual pull between them as he was.
Jace reached for her hand and helped her climb out of the tub. When she was steady, he wrapped the drying cloth around her and rubbed. He dried her arms and back before turning to her full, pert breasts.
He paid careful attention to each mound, rubbing the cloth over the tips. Sam moaned, but didn’t stop him. Her blue eyes seemed even darker than normal, filled with a sensual hunger he longed to sate.
He worked the towel lower, over her torso and her stomach, caressing more than he was actually drying her. Not that she seemed to mind. Her body swayed closer and he almost shouted his pleasure. She’d allowed Darian to touch her yesterday. Now it was his turn.
Jace dropped to his knees in front of her, ignoring the ache in his balls and the throbbing in his cock. “Open your legs for me.”
Sam hesitated for a moment before doing as he asked. He ran the cloth up and down her thighs, moving closer to her pussy with each stroke. She was already damp, but he didn’t know if it was because of the bathwater or if she was aroused or both.
Determined to discover the truth, he nuzzled her curly pubic hair before delving deeper into her slick folds. She moaned and dug her fingers into his shoulders for balance. He loved the slight sting from her short nails where they dug in just past the edge of his leather vest.
“Jace.” Her name fell from her lips like a lover’s caress and he shuddered with growing need. He wanted to fuck her. Desperately wanted to slide his cock into her pussy. She’d be so tight around him and would milk his cock until he came, just as she’d done last evening.
Jace used his iron will to clamp down on his lust and push it aside. He wanted to pleasure Sam, feed her and show her around his home. He wanted her to truly understand what kind of life she would have if she stayed at Hunter Keep.
Using his thumbs, he pushed her slick folds of her pussy wide, determined to make her come.
Sam hung onto Jace’s shoulders, knowing if she let go she’d end up in a heap on the cold stone floor. She gazed down on his broad, leather-clad shoulders. His blond hair fell over his back and shoulders and stroked her thighs in a sensual caress every time he moved.
Jace was aroused. There was no hiding the large bulge in the front of his pants, but he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to fuck her. She was naked and obviously willing.
His tongue lapped and sucked at her pussy and she threw back her head and cried out. Oh God, was she ever willing. There was something about Jace and his brother that pushed all her sexual buttons.
Wherever he touched her, he left her skin feeling hot and sensitive and aroused. It was almost frightening how easily she responded to him, but it was mesmerizing too. Her earlier awkwardness and shyness vanished the moment he’d touched her to be replaced by an intense longing for something she didn’t want to put a name to.
Instead of wanting things she couldn’t have, she concentrated on enjoying what she did have—Jace on his knees in front of her with his face buried between her thighs.
His tongue circled her clit before he captured it between his lips and sucked. Sam cried out his name and burrowed her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. No way did she want him to stop now, not when she was on the verge of an orgasm.
Strong, thick fingers trailed up her inner thighs before delving between them. Sam knew what was coming and could hardly wait. He pushed one inside her sheath and withdrew it. She gasped and tugged on his hair. “More,” she demanded.
This time two fingers filled her, pushing deep before withdrawing. Her entire focus was centered on what was happening between her legs. Never in her life had reaching orgasm seemed so vitally important.
“Jace.” She didn’t know what to say, how to convey what she needed.
It didn’t matter. He understood. He worked a third finger inside her and sucked hard on her clit. A series of mini explosions seemed to detonate within her, setting off a major one. Her entire body shook and she cried out his name as she came. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on his fingers. He curled them inward and found a spot that triggered another round of spasms.
Sam fell forward but she didn’t fall. Strong arms caught her and held her while she rode out the most amazing climax. A heavy heartbeat drummed against her ear and a thick cock pressed against her side. Yet all Jace did was rub his hand over her back and arm as he held her.
She swallowed back the lump in her throat and willed the tears back. She had no idea why she was so emotional. It was just sex and she’d had sex before. Granted, none quite this intense, but still.
Problem was it felt like much more than just sex. Sam was starting to have feelings for Jace and his brother. How could she not? In spite of everything, they treated her better than any men ever had, which was a sad commentary on her life.
Determined not to be sad and to enjoy the moment, Sam turned her face into his chest and kissed it. She could return the favor and bring Jace some pleasure. But the moment she slid her hand toward his dick, he stood and placed her on her feet.
Bewildered by his actions, she looked at him and cocked one eyebrow, silently questioning him.
“This is all about you, Sam. Or should I call you Samantha?”
She shook her head. “Sam is fine.” She hesitated before asking the obvious question. “Don’t you want me?” George had always been trying to change her, encouraging her to wear the occasional dress and makeup. Even though she thought it hadn’t, it had obviously left her with some insecurities.
He grabbed her hand and placed it over his erection. Even though the leather of his pants she could feel his cock throbbing with need.
Jace removed her hand and carefully hooked a strand of damp hair behind her ear. It was only then she wondered what she must look like. Probably a slightly drowned rat. She hadn’t even combed her hair and it was still mostly wet.
“This time is about you, about your pleasure.” Her stomach chose that moment to growl and embarrass her. Jace grinned. It was so quick she almost missed it and it made him seem younger and much more approachable than usual. “And it is time to feed you.
“You still have almost two days here and I plan to make the most of them.”
Sam didn’t know if that was a promise or a threat. Before she could decide, Jace retrieved the towel and wrapped it around her.
“When you dry off there are clean clothes on the trunk in the bedroom. I’ll be waiting in the hallway and when you’re done I’ll escort you down to break your fast.”
He spun on his heel and stalked from the room, closing the door behind him. Sam sagged against the wall and took a deep breath. Her toes were curled, her skin tingled and her breasts felt swollen and tender. Not to mention the throbbing aftershocks still echoing between her thighs.