Prisoner of Love

by Beverly Jenkins

He poured the contents over himself, and she watched the water slowly and sinuously cascade down his back and thighs. She noticed that her breathing had increased and that there was a strange warmth infusing her veins. The inner heat had nothing to do with the temperature.

Jordan had no intentions of sleeping in the barn until they put him in the ground, not when he was married to a woman as sensual as he sensed Elizabeth to be.

Yesterday, in the sheriff’s office, the moment her eyes met his he sensed that beneath all that primness was a woman inside that she probably had no inkling about; one waiting to be unleashed and introduced to all the pleasure he could bestow, but he’d have to gentle her first so she’d be comfortable when the time came for nature to take its course —because it would come.

“Don’t worry. Nothing in this world would make me hurt you.” Unsure how to react, she looked away. “I know this may sound like blarney, but I want to be a good man to you. You saved me from the hangman. It’s the least I can do for being able to see the sun rise every day.”

“Yes, it has been, but I couldn’t wish for a more beautiful woman to break my fast with.”

“Will you do your duty for me right now, Elizabeth?” “Now?” she croaked. “Now, darlin’. Nothing I want more than to take you in the house and please you a hundred times, catch our breath and start all over again.”

“I want to love your breasts, and your thighs, and the nook of your navel. I want to fill my hands with your hips and explore you like a man blind...”

“Forget everything you ever believed about having relations, and just let me give you pleasure...”

“You have to tell me, darlin’.” He plied her nipples with a heated series of plucks and pulls that made her hips rise up from his lap and increased the tumult between her thighs. “Say, suck me, Jordan.” Elizabeth was on fire. “Say, lick me, Jordan.”

Jordan knew she had no idea what a joy he found her to be. She had just enough innocence to make him want to spend the rest of his life showing her the ins and outs of passion so she could fully release the sensual woman he sensed hiding beneath all that prim properness.

“Turning you into a greedy woman, am I?” So he slid it back in, added yet another and she gave a soft sound of satisfaction. “Open your legs wider, darlin’. I want to see if you can come again.”

“Just make sure you bring him to church on Sunday. Only the Good Lord can make a man that handsome, and I’m sure all the ladies want to see His handiwork.”

Jordan was finally where he most wanted to be and feeling her muscles seal around him, wondered if a more perfect woman had ever been made. She was so beautifully responsive he could make love to her until the sun became the moon, and not be satisfied.

“More scandalous behavior.” “Until death do us part.” Her eyes were serious. “You mean that?” “I do. When we’re old and gray, I’ll still be tossing up your skirts looking for treasure.”