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The question in his eyes now gone, Garrick thrust himself into her as she wrapped her arms around him. That was the pain she’d so erroneously anticipated?
“Does it hurt?”
“Not really,” she said. “It feels . . .”
She couldn’t describe it. Nor did she want to. And when he moved, just slightly, she encouraged Garrick by moving with him.
Groaning, a deep guttural sound, Garrick started to thrust into her, and she met every movement with her own. Wanting more, she pulled him atop her so they could be closer still. As his hips circled, hers moved with him. Slow at first, and then faster and faster.
When he kissed her, it was pure instinct that made her lips move under his, that brought her tongue into combat with his. Because she couldn’t think—the sensations were too much all at once.
As the pressure built and his tongue mimicked the movements down below, she began to feel the same peaking sensation she’d experienced when he’d kissed her there. A tension that was at once pleasure and pain built and moved through her body, stronger than ever before.
It was too much at once.
She shattered into a thousand pieces as he ripped his mouth away from her and cried out her name. She gripped his back with her fingers, clutching as the throbbing continued. With a final thrust, he collapsed on top of her, the glorious weight of him a welcome feeling.
“Stay there,” she said. Emma couldn’t bear to think of being separated from him.
“Always,” he replied as he lifted his head.
When Garrick bit the corner of his lip, she lifted her head up and kissed him there.
“I love when you do that,” she said.
His eyes narrowed. “Do what?”
She touched her finger to his mouth. “Bite your lip.”
Pulling out of her, he pretended to frown. “Ah. I thought you meant when I filled your sweet—”
“Garrick!”
He’d reached down to touch her, obviously referring to their lovemaking.
“So you don’t love it when I touch you here?”
Surely he would not—
“Or when I do this?” He flipped them both around so that she lay atop him.
Pushing herself up, she laughed at his obvious attempt to waylay her. “Well, of course I do. I only meant—”
“Or this?”
The man was insatiable. He shifted down to take her breast in his mouth, and when he wrapped his lips around her nipple, she arched her back, allowing him greater access.
“I love that, and everything you do to me,” she whispered.
Garrick paused his ministrations for just long enough to look up and wink at her.
“Good,” he said. “Because this is just the beginning.”
Emma closed her eyes and smiled in anticipation.
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He hated to wake her. But staying much longer would guarantee an awkward conversation with both Geoffrey and Sara. He would slip out and explain in the morning.
