As if to emphasize his words-and the threat of sweet punishment that lay behind them-he bent his head down and gently raked his teeth over her nipple at the exact moment that he slid two fingers deep within her. She cried out and bucked into his hand, into his mouth. Jack sucked at her, his tongue swirling hard, tight circles around her areola. Her muscles tightened around his fingers. She was so responsive, so ready for every touch, every kiss.

His thumb found her clit and it was hard again, ready for the slightest pressure to send her over the edge. But this time, he had to have her in his mouth. With the quick movements that he had honed after so many years of multitasking in the kitchen, he slid down until he was looking at the most gorgeous pu**y in creation. But there would be time to admire the work of art lying beneath him later.

Jack would have liked to have been the kind of man who could "put off his own pleasure for hours. But he wasn't.

He'd always been a fan of quick and dirty-in and out of the kitchen. He specialized in recipes that made it seem as if he'd spent hours in the kitchen while in reality he'd only been working on the dish for ten minutes. Sex was no different. Why waste time with slow caresses and softness when hard, fast, down-and dirty sex would feel so much better?

Later there'd be time for lengthy explorations, for drawn-out caresses.

Right now he needed to take the simple and direct approach.

Screw Rose's brains out, plunge heavy and hard into her wetness, stretch her wide with his cock. His mouth covered her clit and he groaned as her essence filled him. She was even sweeter than he'd imagined. He lightly flicked his tongue over her clit while his fingers moved up and down her plump lips, into her tight, perfect vagina.

On a scream she threaded her hands through his hair and pushed him into her as she rocked in a rhythm of pleasure.

Rose's eyes were still closed-good girl-and in an instant his pants were off and he'd rolled on a condom. He entered her, and she was so tight he only got in an inch before he had to pull out. He had all the staying power of a horny fourteen-year-old.

Her eyes shot open, and she opened her mouth to say something.

She was a very bad girl. And since he needed a moment to cool off, he put a note of sensual warning in his voice. "What did I say about opening your eyes?"

She quickly shut them and tried to pull him into her again, but much to his surprise, Jack found that he was having too much fun with their game. And he knew that she was having as good a time. Through sheer strength of will he forced himself to delay his own orgasm for a few more minutes.

"I have no choice:' he said. ''I'm going to have to punish you, Rose. Again:'

A flush moved up her chest, across her cheeks. He wondered if he was pushing her too far. If she'd grown tired of their game and thought that he'd crossed the line from kink to freak. But then the corner of her mouth quirked up, the tiniest bit. It was enough to let him know that she wanted the punishment as much as he wanted to give it.

"Turn over:' he instructed, and she slowly obeyed his request.

He put his hands on her hip bones and pulled her ass up toward him. "I want you on your hands and knees:' he said as her full br**sts pressed into the arm of the couch.

Her pretty red dress had fallen back down over her hips, and he slowly, deliberately pushed the silky material up her thighs. She shivered as his fingertips ran sensual patterns over her skin. "Are your eyes closed?" he said in a low voice.

"Yes:' she whispered, and he loved the anticipation in her voice as she wondered what he was going to do to her.

Her dress up around her waist again, Jack stared at her pink, slick perfection. She was so beautiful. So perfect.

He reared up behind her, the tip of his c**k no more than an

inch from her opening.

"Do you want to feel me inside you?" he asked. "Yes:' she said, the word shaky with need. "I'm right here, Rose. You just need to find me."

It took every ounce of control he possessed to keep from ramming into her, to hold himself back from taking what she was offering him.

Unsure of what he was asking, she said, "I don't know what you-" but he wouldn't let her finish. "My cock. It's right where you want it."

Her movements uncertain, she wiggled her rear end backward. He couldn't help it: He pressed the tip of his c**k up against her vulva.

She gasped and pressed herself into him, as if she wanted to swallow him whole. He forced himself to pull away. He was punishing her, wasn't he? He couldn't make it that easy for her. But as his c**k strained toward her, he wondered who he was really punishing.

"Go slow, Rose:' he instructed her. "Take me in one inch at a time:'

She was panting now as she moved her sweet pu**y, framed by her rosy butt cheeks, toward his throbbing c**k one slow centimeter at a time.

And then she found him.

"Rose:' he groaned, unable to keep her name in his throat as she swallowed his head. "You're so tight." He could hear the smile in her voice, the satisfaction as she said, "I know:'

She waited there, squeezing his c**k with strong muscles, and his hands found her large br**sts, squeezing, kneading them in the same rhythm that she milked him.

Sweat coated his chest beneath his shirt as he forced himself not to plunge into her as far, as fast, as he possibly could. What the hell was she waiting for?

And then he realized what was going on. She had turned the game around on him. She wasn't going to do one more thing, make one more movement, unless he told her to. Even though she knew damn well that he was dying to ram into her. Dying to come.

Sweet Lord, Rose was going to be the death of him. "Another inch," he ground out.

Rose complied, thank God, but as he slid into her, everything in him rejected his initial plan to go one slow inch at a time. He wasn't strong enough to hold out another second.

He gripped her hips with his hands and pushed all the way into her sweet pu**y. She gasped and bucked into him, and everything Jack ever thought he knew about sex became irrelevant.

Rose was the teacher and he was the student. She took everything he gave and milked him in firm strokes. He curled his body over hers and found the back of her neck, where her curls had fallen away, with his teeth. Branding her with his mouth, he exploded in an orgasm stronger than any he'd ever experienced. Her br**sts filled his hands again, and he gave himself up to the woman he'd been waiting for all his life. Rose.

FOUR

SHOCKED WAS THE ONLY WORD to describe her state of mind.

Actually, if Rose could have managed to pull her brain out of t its orgasmic fog, she could probably have come up with a few others. Like "ecstatic' Or "euphoric'