“Are you about to…?” Jane couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

“Yes.” The feel of his warm breath against her sensitive skin made her shudder. She was about to come off the bed. She hadn’t ever read about this.

“Do you mind?” he asked.

“Not at all,” she answered. Then she couldn’t think because his mouth was on her, his tongue owning her. She grabbed the bedsheets with both fists and arched her back off the mattress. “Oh, God,” she murmured, her head tossing against the pillow. “Upton, I swear, if you stop now.”

His warm laugh touched her thigh. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Jane.”

The use of her first name was her undoing. There was something so sweet, so lovely, so sincere about it. His tongue nudged once more in her center and she came apart, grabbing his head and crying a keening wail.

He pulled himself up and his mouth was on hers again, insatiable. “How did I know you’d be a screamer?” he said against her mouth between ravenous kisses.

“I can’t believe what you just did … what you made me feel.”

“You haven’t felt half of it yet.”

A shudder racked her body.

His mouth moved to her breast and he teased her, played with her, sucked her until her back arched off the bed again and she wrapped her fingers through his hair. “Upton.”

“Will you please call me Garrett when I’m making love to you?” His voice was piqued, but heavy with lust.

“Garrett,” she breathed.

He groaned and slid one finger into her hot wet warmth.

“Oh. God. Yes.” Another keening wail from her that he covered with his mouth.

His finger touched the most sensitive spot between her legs, rubbing her in tiny circles, and her hips matched his movements. “Garrett, I—”

“Don’t talk. Just feel.”

“I’m feeling too much.” Her hips kept up their circular motion. She was a puppet on his string.

“That’s not possible.”

She pressed her forehead to his, hard. “What are you doing?

“Stop talking.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m going to make you come again.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head. His finger was magical, perfect. He knew exactly where to touch, how long, and how much pressure to exert. Her hips bucked. She sobbed against his shoulder. She wanted to bite him. “Please,” she whimpered. “Please.”

“Please who?” he whispered fiercely into her ear. “Say my name.” He slid another finger into her and Jane came apart in a thousand pieces.

“Garrett,” she cried as she came. “Oh, Garrett.”

*   *   *

Garrett lay with her head against his shoulder for a few moments, allowing the self-satisfied smirk to remain on his face. He’d never been half the rake he’d been accused of, but tonight he was bloody proud of the experience he did have. Jane had come twice, and they hadn’t even made love yet. Happy wedding night to her.