Emma pressed her open mouth to his neck, her moans smothered against his damp skin, the heat between her thighs intensifying, pulling tighter with every nudge of his fingers until it snapped, exploding in a wave of heat, shooting tendrils of pleasure from her core all the way toher fingertips.
Emma stiffened, clinging to Samuel and crying out. He held her against him with one arm, the other hand still stroking gently between her thighs while her pleasure peaked, then melted until it was no more than a delirious echo of itself. When the last tremor faded and she sagged against him, boneless, Samuel scooped her into his arms and lay her down on the bed.
He stood over her, his hot dark eyes sweeping over her as he slowly removed his cravat, coat and waistcoat, then he joined her on the bed, brushing the loose strands of hair from her forehead. His touch was gentle, but his gray eyes fierce as he gazed down into her face. “God, I’ve never seen anything more erotic in my life than watching you comefor me, Emma.”
Emma cupped his bristly cheek. “I neverhave, before.”
His heavy-lidded eyes widened. “Never?”
“Never.”
Samuel went still for an instant, but then a satisfied smile curved his lips.“Only forme.”
“Only you.” Emma toyed with his damp curls, a lazy smile on her own lips. “I didn’t think women could, er…dothat.”
Samuel dragged a finger down her cheek, a hint of sadness in his expression, but then he smiled, and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. “Shall we do it again, justto be certain?”
Emma couldn’t deny it was an appealing idea, but she shook her head. “Not that, but perhaps…something else?”
Samuel was lying half on top of her, but Emma squirmed out from under him, rose to her knees and with one quick, graceful move settled herself over his hips,straddling him.
“Hmmm.” Samuel’s eyebrows rose, but a smile played about his lips as he settled his big hands on her thighs. His eyes were heavy as he took her in, his gaze lingering on her lips, her nipples, and the curvesof her breasts.
Emma gave the hem of his loose linen shirt an impatient tug. “Take this off, please.”
That dark eyebrow rose another inch, but he tugged the shirt over his head, tossed it aside, then lay back against the pillows. “Is there anything else I can do to please you, madam?”
“Oh, I’m pleased.” Emma ran her hands over the broad expanse of his chest, the dark, springy hair there tickling her palms, and marveled at the width of his shoulders, the muscular curves of his arms, and the taut, flat plane of his belly. “Thisis very nice.”
A low laugh rumbled from Samuel’s chest. “What do you intendto do with it?”
“Hmmm. An intriguing question, my lord.” Emma leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his nipple. “I’ll start withthat, I think.”
Samuel’s eyes darkened. He didn’t speak, but he reached up and caught the ends of her plaited hair. His gaze held hers as he tugged at the bit of thread there and began loosening it, his fingers slow and gentle.
“There,” he whispered when he’d finished, and her hair tumbled over her shoulders. “Beautiful.”
The glow in his eyes as he gazed up at her made Emma’s chest flood with warmth. She leaned over him, and let the long locks of her hair dragover his chest.
Samuel caught his breath.
Emma braced her hands on his shoulders. “Do you likethat, my lord?”
The strong column of his throat moved in aswallow. “Yes.”
Emma did it again, letting the ends of her hair drag over his nipples. “And this?”
“Yes.” He sucked in another breath, his neck arching, the hot, hard length of him twitching beneath her.
Emma gave a restrained wriggle, just the subtlest twitch of her hips, but it made Samuel hiss, and his fingers tightened around herthighs. “Emma.”
His voice was hoarse, the sound somewhere between a warning and a plea, but Emma went on stroking his pulsing erection against her core, teasing him, her slow, sinuous movements not enough to satisfy.
Samuel’s lips parted, and a flush of color rose to his cheekbones. His hips jerked up hard, seeking more friction, but Emma shook her head. “No, mylord. Not yet.”
A low growl tore from his chest, but he did his best to lie still as she undulated on top of him, her own mouth opening as his breath grew hectic, and his cock swelled beneath her.
“Do as I say, and be still.” Emma loosened the buttons of his falls and drew the flap down, gasping softly as the head of his cock appeared, swollen and flushed, the tip damp with his arousal.
