Page 33 of Until I’m Safe in Your Arms

She leaned across the tub to grab the soap, allowing the front of her gown to fall into the water. When she pulled back, the thin material clung tightly to her body, showing every rounded contour of her bosom. Even better, as the fabric cooled, her nipples hardened, the stiff little points jutting out in all their glory.

“You seem to have gotten wet, my dear.” His gaze fastened on her breasts as his breath quickened. Something stirred down under the water.

“I did, didn’t I?” Emma made as if to pull herself up from the floor, but as she did, she leaned over the tub, making sure the rest of the front of her gown dipped into the water. When she stepped back, the gown clung to her body like a second skin, delineating every curve. “Oh, dear, I seem to have made it worse.”

Then, to make certain of the effect, she reached to the back of her gown and pulled the cloth tight against her skin, accentuating the dark triangle at the top of her thighs, clearly visible through the wet garment.

Her husband’s eyes grew round and darkened to jet black in an instant. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. Frantically, his mouth sought her nipple, then with a growl, he engulfed it.

The sensation of his tongue rubbing the cloth across her sensitive flesh set her core to throbbing. She threw her head back, pressing her breast harder into his mouth. “That feels so incredibly good, Alex.”

With no other warning than a low growl, he pulled her into the tub. Water splashed everywhere, soaking her entirely, but Emma cared not at all. Her plan was working magnificently. If only she could keep her mind focused—a much harder chore than she’d believed when all she wanted to do was give in to the delicious sensations.

Slowly, she maneuvered her legs into the tub until they lay inside with her knees bent on either side of Alex’s, his member rising straight up between them. She straightened and, with one hand, pulled the dripping gown up and over her head, letting it fall with a wet plop onto the floor.

Carefully, she rose up overtop of him and, as his jaw dropped, slid herself down inch by inch over his rampant cock until she was fully impaled on him. Smiling, she leaned forward and took his head in both her hands. “How does that feel?”

In answer, he seized her face, pulled her to him, and plunged his tongue into her mouth.

Immediately, his member surged upward inside her, filling her more completely than she’d ever thought possible. Her throbbing core became an insistent beat as she began to rise and fall, riding him like a stallion she was trying to break. Only she didn’t want to break this stallion—far from it. She wanted to ride him into a frenzy until they dissolved into one another and became one.

Alex growled again and again as he thrust into her, still holding the kiss, her tongue a willing prisoner. Their frantic pumping sent a spray of water all over the chamber, but neither one cared. Emma continued to ride him, clenching her hot sheath around him until the intensity of his thrusts increased, bringing her throbbing core to the ultimate release. She shrieked his name as her pleasure burst upon her. No sooner had she done so when Alex shouted hoarsely and she was filled with liquid heat as he spent himself entirely.

Slowly, Emma lowered herself into the cooling water until she lay panting on Alex’s heaving chest. His heart hammered in her ear, a sweet cadence as she lay pillowed on top of him. How could she ever let this man go?

He wrapped his arms around her, that feeling of comfort and safety stealing through her as always. “You do realize you almost killed me just then.” His deep voice rumbled through his chest. “It was a very close thing.”

“I think you’ll take some killing yet.” She grinned against his chest.

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“You wait and see.”

When they finally caught their breath, Emma rose on wobbly legs, wrapped herself in a large towel, and strode toward the bedroom. She paused at the threshold to look over her shoulder at her husband, still laid back in the bathtub, and asked, “Are you coming?”

The loud groan that followed her out of the dressing room was everything she could have hoped for. She continued to their tall bed, dropped her towel then crawled up onto the turned-back sheets. Lying down on her side facing the dressing room, she propped her head up on her hand. And waited.

After some minutes, which seemed an hour at least, Alex emerged, towel around his midsection. He stopped at the sight of her in the bed.

With deliberation, she raised one leg so her foot remained flat on the mattress while the other leg stayed straight. A clearer invitation to join her she could not have imagined.

The towel fluttered to the floor as Alex strode the few steps then launched onto the bed. He landed next to her, then pushed her onto her back, covered her, and buried his face between her breasts.

Reveling in the weight of his body on top of hers, always so arousing, Emma had to make herself focus on the task at hand. She had more in mind for her husband now. “Alex?”

“Hmmm.” He continued kissing and caressing her breasts, a most pleasant distraction, but she was determined to stick to her course.

“Can you sit up for a moment?”

Very reluctantly, he did so, though his fingers still stroked her nipple.

Emma took a breath, thought about exactly what she wanted to do, then pulled her legs up, knees bent. “Can you sit between my legs?”

“Of course, my love.” Smiling lasciviously, he moved to his knees then sat staring at her body, so completely opened to him. “Did you perhaps wish to continue where we left off at the Albion?”

Tempting as that was, it wasn’t her plan for tonight. “Not exactly.” She slid her left leg out and a little to the side. “Come closer.”

Wary now, he inched toward her, his cock stirring with interest. “Like this?” He brushed it against her opening and a pleasurable throb began deep inside her.