“Oh.” He was magnificent. Emma’s tongue dipped into the curve of her bottom lip as she ran her fingertips over the weeping head, gathering themoisture there.
“Ah, God.” Samuel arched his back, his pelvis jerking again, and Emma slid her hands from his chest to his hips. She wouldn’t be able to hold him once he grew desperate enough to break free,but until then…
She leaned close, pressing her bare breasts to his chest, her hips still moving against his, and traced her tongue overhis lower lip.
“Emma,” he moaned.
“Yes, my lord?” Emma drew back to gaze at him, lingering over his sweat-sheened chest, his hard nipples, his straining hips, and her core gavea needy throb.
“Please,” he gritted, with another desperate surge.
“Shhh.” Emma held her finger to his lips. She couldn’t deny him for much longer, but dear God, tormenting him until he was maddened with desire was the most arousing thing she’d ever seen. “Soon.”
She watched his face as she circled her thumb around the head of his cock. His eyes were closed, his neck corded. “No,” he groaned, twisting out of her grip. “I want tobe inside you.”
Emma’s skin was flushed, her entire body trembling as she leaned down to kiss his neck and the sensitive skin behind his ear, a promise on her lips that he could have her, that she would give him anything, everything, but before she could whisper the words, he tensed beneath her, his stomach muscles tightening, and with a powerful surge of his hips, he tumbled heronto her back.
“Samuel!” Emma gasped with surprise, but her cry dissolved into a moan as he fell on top of her, taking care not to crush her. She gazed up at him, her heart pounding. His expression was like nothing she’d ever seen on his face before—wild and fierce and darkly possessive.
He nudged her legs apart and settled his hips between them, his eyelids heavy over glittering gray eyes. “Such a tease, Miss Downing.” He nuzzled her neck, then slid lower to kiss the damp skin between her breasts. “I never would have guessed it.”
“Nor I. I’ve never…” She trailed off, cradling his cheek in her palm. She’d never behaved so before, but with him she felt safe enough to seize control where beforeshe’d had none.
Samuel pressed a tender kiss to her lips, as if he understood what she couldn’t say. “I want you, Emma.” He slid his warm palm over her knee, urging her thigh onto his hip.
“Yes.” Emma wrapped her other leg around him, cradling him between her thighs, pressing their hips tightly together and dragging a hoarse groanfrom his lips.
He stroked the secret skin of her inner thighs before slipping a hand between her legs. Emma writhed under him, arching her back as he stroked and teased until his fingers were slick with her arousal, and she was pleading with him, her fingernails scoring his back.
Samuel’s burning eyes slid closed as he pressed the tip of his cock against her, sweat beading his brow as he slid inside, slowly, so slowly, his every move careful. When he was nearly all the way inside her he paused to brush damp strands of hair from her forehead. “Are you all right, love?”
Emma arched into him, taking him those last few inches, until he filled her completely. “Yes. Please, Samuel.”
He gazed down at her with parted lips as he began to move, restrained at first, but his strokes quickening as her legs tightened around him. A broken moan tore from his chest as his thrusts deepened, and Emma clung to him as he took them closer to bliss with every snap of his hips.
“Come for me, Emma,” he whispered, slipping his fingers between her legs to stroke herswollen core.
“Oh.” Emma whimpered at his touch. Heat unfurled in her lower belly, burning hotter with his caresses until she exploded in a sudden burst of pleasure. “Ah, Samuel.”
“Yes,” he growled against her throat, his entire body going rigid as the pulsing of her core around him dragged him over the edge with a deep groan.
He held her, his face buried in her neck until she went limp beneath him, then he drew back to gaze at her face. What he saw there must have pleased him, because his mouth curved, and he pressed a tender kiss to her lips.
“Sleep, sweetheart.” He settled on his side and gathered her against his chest, his arm around her waist and his face buried in herhair. “Sleep.”
Chapter Twenty-two
Emma was asleep, her head resting on Samuel’s shoulder and her hair tickling his chest. He toyed lazily with the long locks, running his fingers through them and admiring the play of moonlight over thesilky strands.
He didn’t sleep, but spent the rest of the night watching the night give way to the weak glow of dawn, not wishing to lose even a moment of holding her warm, sleeping body in his arms, of feeling the drift of her breath overhis bare skin.
She hadn’t told him she loved him last night.
Had he imagined that spark of love in her deep blue eyes? Had he persuaded himself there was tenderness in the way she’d clung to him, whispered his name? Or had he simply seen, heard, and felt what he wished to?
Samuel didn’t know. He wasn’t certain of anything anymore,but for this.
He wasn’tletting her go.
