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through a dark veil of thick lashes, shyness in her expression, hesitation charging the air. His seductress had gone soft and timid.
    He arched a brow. Inhaled. “You’re scared,” he accused, not giving her time to confirm or deny the words. She didn’t have to. He could smell the fear in the air. Jareth reached for her, gently, but forcefully, pulling her to the edge of the rock. He spread her legs, stepped between them, but not before his gaze devoured the sweet curves of her body, the plump nipples, the flawless, sun-bronzed skin. His fingers slid into her damn hair. “You said you weren’t afraid.”
    She bit her bottom lip, shivered as his hand traveled up her bare thigh. “I’m not afraid.” Her voice was raspy, affected.
    He leaned in, inhaled again. “Yes. You are.” But she was also aroused. His nostrils flared with the sweet scent of honey-ripened female, his cock thickening. The game of give-and-take had begun: he’d give pleasure and then take it away until she, in turn, gave him what he wanted—her submission. “Why is that, I wonder?”
    She pressed her hand to the center of his chest, seared him with the heat of the connection, as she fixed him in a piercing green stare. “Nervous. Not scared. You got a problem with that?”
    Surprised, amused, Jareth’s lips twitched and so did his cock. Damn how he wanted this woman. “Yes,” he said, brushing his lips over hers. “As a matter of fact, I do. They’ll be no nerves allowed.” He trailed kisses over her jaw, covered her breasts with his hands and then gently teased the nipples. Whispered near her ear. “Only pleasure. I’m going to kiss you all over. Taste you here.” He kissed her lips, his hands sliding into the sleek V of her body and stroking her swollen little clit. “And here.” He kissed her again. Slipped his fingers along the sensitive folds of her core. “Already you’re wet for me, and I’ve barely gotten started.” He ran his tongue along her lips. Slid his finger inside her and she moaned. He swallowed the sexy little sound and then said, “I bet you taste as sweet as you look.”
    He pumped his fingers inside her, slid a hand around her lush little ass and arched her into the action of his hand. She was dripping wet, rocking against the caress of his fingers. Moaning into his mouth. Kissing him with desperation that said she’d forgotten all about nerves, that it was pleasure she wanted—and satisfaction. Which he wasn’t going to give her, not yet—perhaps not ever. But he’d damn sure take her to the edge—tease her with release—tease her until she begged.
    He denied her his fingers. “No yet,” he ordered. “No orgasm until I say you have an orgasm.”
    She panted, pulled back. “You are so unfair.”
    â€œI never promised to be fair,” he told her, covering her breasts and rolling her nipples, tugging, pinching. She pressed her lips to his, kissed him—hungry-wild kissed him. Clung to him as she arched her hips toward his. Tempting him. It would be so damn easy to pull her off that rock and bury himself inside her. And damn he wanted to. Wanted to bury himself to the hilt and fuck her until she could take no more.
    She moaned into his mouth, the sound pouring through him, she was like a fine wine, a rich flavor that drugged and enticed, then burned past that sweetness straight to his soul. Her hands traveled his midsection, her touch gentle, seductive, driving him wild.
    He told himself he was in control, but when her lips settled over the tats on his shoulder, caressing him with gentle whisper-like kisses, seductive, alluring, he forgot his purpose for a few moments. His body tensed viciously, muscles clenching with the intensity of his reaction. Damn it, he could not afford to lose control. He grabbed her wrists, held them in front of her with one