Luck Is No Lady(87)

Emma’s breath quickened with anticipation as all of her awareness centered on the reach of his fingers. Soon, she knew, he would touch her there—where heat bloomed and rebloomed and her sensitive flesh throbbed delicately for attention.

She was expecting it, waiting for it. Yearning for it.

Yet still, when he finally slid his finger along the slick folds, she gasped in surprise at the wealth of sensations he summoned in her body. She tilted her hips and arched her back, breaking from his kiss. He didn’t seem to mind.

His touch grew more intimate as he pressed in along her flesh. His lips teased the pulse at the side of her throat. She inhaled sharp breaths in an attempt to retain control of her sanity.

But he was obviously intent upon driving her mad. His touch became more and more insistent, until he curled one finger and pushed it gently into her body. Her hand tightened around his erection and her hips rolled in an instinctive attempt to push herself farther into his hand.

With a low growl, he shifted. Rising up over her, he pushed her back onto the bed and settled between her legs, pressing his hard abdomen to her core. She grasped at his arms, trying to reposition him higher so she could feel him where she ached so sweetly.

He smiled at her insistence, his blue eyes intense as he gazed down into her face.

“Have patience, sweetheart,” he said, then placed a kiss on her swollen lips. “We will get where you want to go, but not yet.”

He moved down between her legs and slid his hands beneath her buttocks, lifting her hips off the bed. Lifting her private flesh to the possessive heat of his mouth.

Emma grasped fistfuls of the coverlet beneath her as her entire body tensed with the indescribable feelings his intimate kiss invoked.

He teased and tortured her with long strokes of his tongue, suckled and nipped at the bud of her pleasure, plunged his fingers into her body, insisting she surrender to the rise of sensations. She felt a force intensifying within her, building and growing until the muscles in her legs clenched and her stomach trembled fiercely.

And then it all released at once in a breath-stealing expansion of pleasure so acute, so intricate it touched every nerve in her body and sang through every secret corner of her soul. As the waves of her release rolled through her, she felt Roderick rise up over her again, and then his erection pressed in where her flesh still throbbed.

He slid in easily at first, her inner flesh softened by her pleasure. When he encountered the resistance of her innocence, he lowered his head to the pillow beside hers. His breath came in ragged puffs against her throat. Emma wrapped her arms around him and bent her knees alongside his hips. He groaned as the position allowed him to glide a bit deeper.

Then he lifted himself to his elbows as he withdrew from her. Just enough to ease her body into accepting more of him. His arms shook from the effort of his control where they pressed against her shoulders.

Then he dipped his head and took her mouth in a luxurious kiss. At the same time, he thrust forward into her body, tearing past her maidenhead and seating himself completely within her.

Emma gasped against his mouth. He remained still, his breath harsh and ragged, giving her time to adjust.

The burning of her rent virtue slowly eased away. Emma stretched and shifted beneath him, repositioning her legs and sliding her hands over his broad, muscled shoulders. She lifted her gaze and saw him watching her. His eyes sparkled and his jaw was tight, but his lips were curved into a delectable smile.

She smiled back and slid her hands up into the silken locks of his hair. Then she drew him down to her until she could flick her tongue against that smile.

He deepened the kiss, drawing her tongue into his mouth. And a moment later, he began to move. It started with just a gentle rolling of his hips, a steady rocking rhythm that soon increased in intensity. His thrusts grew longer and stronger, and the pleasure built within her again. The glide of his erection within sensitized flesh roused her senses to a trembling height.

Emma’s breath came in fitful gasps as she clung to him, biting her lower lip hard as she strained toward another climax.

Just as she worried she may not reach it, he shifted to slide his arm beneath her low back, arching her body, changing the angle of his thrust so his erection slid over the tight bud of her pleasure. It took only a few more plunging strokes and her awareness exploded into a thousand points of light.

He continued to thrust into her as she throbbed around him, the lovely friction lengthening her pleasure. Then he tensed over her and the part of him buried deep inside her pulsed in a heavy release.

As the tautness of his body eased and his weight settled more completely atop her, Emma released a deep sigh. He muttered something incoherent against the side of her throat and made as if to rise, but she tightened her arms about his shoulders, squeezing her thighs against his hips.