The sound of the night rail ripping in two followed, and she was bared to him.
“Gemma,” he breathed as he took in her body.
“I know I’m not very…” She bit her lip. “The women in my family blossom later.” She felt like a fool trying to explain herself, but it seemed like the right time.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered.
He pushed himself away and stood to discard his trousers. Gemma gasped when she saw his nude body. He was the perfect one. But she wasn’t about to quibble. His manhood stood out large and thick between his strong thighs and his legs were as masterfully sculpted as the rest of him.
Standing next to the bed, he gently pulled the pieces of her night rail away and tossed them on the floor. Then he moved back onto the bed atop her, bracing his strong arms on either side of her head.
She felt him hot and thick against her thigh.
Gemma held her breath. Meredith had explained the act to her. She knew what would happen next. But would it hurt? Meredith hadn’t mentioned that, but Gemma didn’t see how it couldn’t hurt given the sheer size of the thing.
One of his hands moved down between her thighs. His fingers parted her and when he touched a spot so delicate, so perfect, she cried out, “Oh.” She grasped his shoulders tight and closed her eyes.
“You like that?” he rasped against her throat.
All she could do was gulp and nod, and then his finger was pressing against the spot in tiny little circles, and Gemma forgot the entire world and everything in it.
The pressure between her legs built. It grew and grew until she was mindless, wanting something, more, more.
When one of his fingers dipped inside her, she gasped against his rough cheek.
“Do you want me, Gemma?” he asked.
“Yes,” she breathed, nodding. Her eyes closed. She did. She so did. She hadn’t expected it to feel likethis. Any of it.
“I want you,” he whispered into her ear. “Come for me,” he said, intently watching her face just before stars burst behind her eyes and a feeling unlike any she’d ever known exploded between her legs. Her body jerked and a shudder ran the full length of her. Her breathing hitched with tiny gasps and she clung to him until the tremors eased slowly away.
He kissed her again as her body settled. And then his thick heat was there, probing between her legs. The first slide of him inside her made her gasp again. She’d thought she couldn’t feel anymore, but when he slid in farther, farther, inch by inch, she adjusted her hips to meet him and wrapped her arms fiercely around his neck. She clenched her teeth together.
He kissed her cheek. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No.” She shook her head. It didn’t hurt. It was more like…fullness. Complete fullness.
When he shifted his hips to go all the way in, there was a tiny pinch, but Gemma quickly forgot about it. Because she had opened her eyes and watching his face had become her new obsession. His eyes were closed, and he wore a nearly pained expression. His features stood out in the shadows in stark relief. His lashes, so dark and full, feathered along his cheeks and his jaw was clenched. But the best part, the very best part, was how he was shaking ever so slightly. As if he couldn’t control himself.
“Oh, God,” he moaned. “Gemma. You feel so good.”
She felt so good?
Truly?
The power of those words was heady. She had this beautiful man at her mercy. He was completely lost.She’dmade him feel this way.
When he began to move, Gemma realized what Meredith had been talking about. Quite enjoyable indeed. His hips pulled back and thrust, eliciting an “Oh” from her. The next thrust garnered an “Oh my.” And so it went. He pumped into her, again and again, sliding in and out, clearly reveling in the feel, his eyes still tightly clenched shut as she gasped with pleasure beneath him.
He was strong and sure and seemingly indefatigable as he thrust into her. The groans coming from the back of his throat captivated her. She lifted her hips to meet him thrust for thrust, crying out each time he drove inside her.
When she felt a tremor shoot through him and his arms, still braced on either side of her head, trembled, she truly felt powerful. She was heady with it. He pressed his forehead to hers hard and his mouth captured hers as he pumped into her again and again before groaning, “Gemma,” against her lips and collapsing atop her with one final deep pump.
Gemma lay there in a sweaty heap. The gorgeous man on top of her was breathing heavily. Dear heavens,thathad been surprising. Surprising and exhilarating and satisfying and…intimate. So very intimate. Grovemont…Lucian…was a completely different person in bed. How was it possible that this was the same man who walked around in life with a clenched jaw and an unaffected look on his face? How could a man who could be so passionate and unreserved in bed be so controlled and dominating outside of it?
He rolled to the side and gathered her in his arms, snuggling her head under his chin. Gemma pressed her nose to hisneck and breathed him in. Surely, what they’d just shared had changed things between them. He couldn’t send her away after that. Thishadto mean he’d changed his mind.
Gemma fell asleep with a smile on her face. Perhaps marriage wouldn’t be so bad, after all.
