The Rancher's Virgin Acquisition(26)

Emma shuddered and then took a deep breath. "Is it all about what you want, Luke?" she asked softly as her eyes held his.

He began shaking his head back and forth, ever so slowly. "No, it's not. It's about what you want, too. What do you want, Emma?" His finger moved from the hands that covered her breasts down to the top of her pantalets and pushed his finger into the silken slit of her navel.

Emma gasped at the sensation and Luke leaned in and kissed her lips once, and then twice. "What do you want, Emma?" He asked again as his finger circled around her navel, dipped in, and then continued to repeat the entire process.

"I don't know," she said against his lips.

"Sure you do, baby. You want me to sink into you so deeply you won't know where you end and I begin." His mouth opened over hers and his tongue began thrusting into her mouth, in and out, and then in and out again, in a rhythm of strokes unlike any he had shown her before.

She began panting against him immediately.

Luke reached down and untied the tapes on her undergarment and pushed it down her legs. She didn't fight him at all, only lifted her hips to aid him in the process.

Luke felt like his heart was going to explode. She was so soft and silky next to him, and he ached to be inside her. He ran his hand up and down the side of her body, over her hip to her thigh and then back again until his hand was resting on the indent at her waist.

Emma slowly moved her hands away from her chest and slid them over his biceps and back again to his neck.

He left the curve of her waist and he wrapped his arm around her, and felt it the minute she let go with her hands and moved them up over his shoulders in a hot clench of sexual surrender.

They clung together, and he pulled her torso into his. Their hips aligned perfectly and Luke had a moment where he thought he'd gone too far too quickly when he stripped the last bit of clothing from her body. Without even the soft cotton of her undergarments between them, he knew he wouldn't be able to last very long without being inside of her completely.

The thought of being joined to her sent an incendiary rush of heat down his spine and he kissed her roughly, almost violently, but she didn't seem to mind as she opened her mouth to give him complete access. She began rocking her hips softly against him, and he groaned in a fit of feral heat and dropped down until his mouth was on her breast.

He found her nipple with his teeth and tongue and began grazing it as he held her breast up to his mouth with one hand and gripped its twin and rubbed that small, pink nipple with his thumb.

"Luke." Her voice was raspy and her head turned back and forth on the pillow in agitation.

At the sound of her voice calling his name, he gripped her more tightly and felt a rush to his shaft that hardened him completely. He continued to roll her nipple under his thumb and his lips tugged on the other.

"Luke," she puffed out again and he moved over her and up her body until his lips were aligned with hers again.

"What?" he growled as he pushed her legs open with his knee and settled himself between them.

His hands wrapped around her face and he kissed her with everything he had to give. She kissed him back for long moments and then turned her face away to drag in a large quantity of oxygen. "What?" he asked her again.

"I don't--I don't know." She turned back to him and he began kissing her again and he slid his hand down to the sweet spot between her thighs.

He touched her silken pearl until she began mewling against him, and he moved his finger down to her feminine core. She was hot and wet and he only penetrated her a fraction of an inch before he pulled back and wrapped his hand around her face again. "You ready?" he asked on a guttural groan.

"Yes." She answered him on a breath and Luke couldn't wait any longer. He'd wanted to sink into her the moment he'd first seen her, and he'd wanted it every second since. He knew he'd want it with his dying breath.

He lifted himself over her and positioned himself at her entrance. The broad head of his penis was poised to impale her and he lifted her face with a strong hand. "Open your eyes, Emma."

Emma's heart was beating so fast that at any other time she would have thought she would die from it, but all she could think about was Luke and how she was feeling. She opened her eyes and found his glittering down at her.

"You'll never have a man who wants you more than I do," he groaned as he held her eyes and pushed into her with one hard thrust of his hips.

Emma felt a moment of pure bliss as he stretched her body and then the pleasure was wiped away as he tore through her flesh and impaled her completely.

Luke felt the obstruction at the same time she flinched and turned her face from his and he knew in that moment that she'd lied to him again.

He was too far gone for his brain to function but he knew a moment of elation before anger mixed in and then it was all pushed to the back of his brain as his muscles corded and his hunger for her took over.

He allowed her the count of about three seconds to adjust and then he wrapped his hands around her face again. He took a stroke and saw her flinch once more. "Ahh, Emma, you've been a bad girl again."

Emma's eyes flew open and she stared up at him, while they glistened with tears. "You know?" she whispered as he took another stroke and she closed her eyes again as a single tear slid down her cheek.

"I know," he tried to control his raging desire, and he knew that his anger would come back full steam later, but right now, all he felt was relief, loud and deafening as it crashed around his ears. She was his. Not just his for this moment in time, but his forever.

She'd messed up when she'd lied to him, and soon she'd know it. He wiped the tear away with his thumb.

He kissed her again, this time more slowly as he took slow, steady strokes into her comforting body. His control deserted him, and he knew he was close. He knew now that she wouldn't understand what he was about to say, but he felt only relief that he had all the time in the world to teach her.

"Baby, you know those kisses you owed me?" he didn't wait for an answer and he didn't expect one. "Well, I'm going to owe you now."

He stiffened against her, took three more thrusts and then pulled himself from her body, and spilled his seed onto the silky flesh of her stomach.

He landed against her and held her to him for as long as he dared. He knew he was crushing her, and lifted his weight onto an elbow.

Emma felt the warm liquid on her stomach and the stillness of his body and thought that it was probably over. She opened her eyes to find him watching her, once again. His eyes were dark and impenetrable. She knew he must be angry, but he wasn't saying anything and her emotions were too embroiled inside her own head to wonder much about what was going on in his.

He'd tell her soon enough, anyway.

He got to the heart of it fast enough.

"Is your last name really Martin?"

"Yes."

"Only it's Miss Martin." His words were a statement, not a question.

"Yes."

"You've sealed your fate now, Miss Martin," he said in a deep, controlled voice.

"What--what do you mean?"

"Now you're mine."

He rolled with her until she was spooned against him and tucked under his arm.

Emma's eyes remained open as she looked across the room and tried to decipher his meaning without asking. He'd made that bald statement with an intent and purpose in his voice.

Finally curiosity won out and she tried to twist to see him but he clamped that brawny arm around her mid-section and held her in place. "Be still or you're going to set me off again."

Set him off again? Emma gulped and tried to be still and quiet but it was impossible. She wanted to know, she needed to know what he'd meant or she wouldn't get a bit of sleep. "Luke--"

He must have read her mind because his voice was firm and offered no room for dispute or negotiation. "We're going to town in the morning and getting married."

"Married?"

"What the hell did you expect would happen, Emma?" His voice contained an edge of anger and she shifted restlessly in response to it.

His hand clamped down firmly on her hip and she felt the full effect of the warning he had given her begin to harden against her backside. "Be still." Even as he said it, he pushed against her. "Unless you're not sore. Are you sore?" The hand on her hip began to slide over her skin in a beguiling movement.

Emma did feel a mild discomfort in the location he was undoubtedly referring to. But she didn't think it was too sore for what he had in mind, but the sharp pain of her denouement was still too fresh in her mind to want to try it again. She'd need some time before she got her nerve up. "I am a little sore."

"Then try to be still and go to sleep."

His tone was harsh and she tried to explain. "I didn't think you would know."

"Know you were a virgin?"

"Yes."

"You meant to keep me in the dark?"

"I suppose so."

"You were going to pretend you had experience and then what--just go on about your merry way?"

"I didn't think about it like that."

"What the hell were you thinking? What were you planning on telling your husband when you did get married? Or was that your plan all along? To get me to marry you?" Anger became the only emotion she could hear in his voice and his disappointment upset her.

"No! I didn't have a plan, Luke. I've never thought marriage was even an option for me, and you'd already spelled out all your reasons why I wouldn't be suitable. I took that to heart."