The Reluctant Duke (A Seabrook Family Saga)(96)

“And I you,” Emma answered as his teeth clamped lightly on her earlobe and her body responded, vibrating down to her very toes. One stray hand slid up her thighs until he reached her womanhood. The other teased and played with first one sensitive breast, then the other.

“Thomas.”

“You need to be ready for me. I need to make you ready. I will not hurt you.”

Emma gasped as he inserted one, then two fingers inside her, causing her hips to rise off the bed. “Thomas.”

“Just a minute longer,” Thomas said as his tongue tasted one nipple, swirling it around and around until he bit down, causing Emma to gasp out load.

“Thomas.”

“Now you are ready, my love,” Thomas whispered into her ear.

And then it happened. Thomas nudged her legs apart with his knee, took her mouth in a mind-drugging kiss, and entered her so quickly there was no time to register the sharp stabbing pain before euphoria took over.

Emma’s hips rose to match his, thrust for thrust. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, wanting to suck him inside her body and never let go. Sensations bombarded her from every nerve ending in her body and had her spiraling into another world.

Then everything exploded around her. Fireworks lit up the room and slowly, ever so slowly Emma reclaimed herself and held her husband as his body tensed, then shuddered… as he filled her with his warm seed.

***

It was several minutes before Thomas could speak. And even then there were no mere words to explain how he felt. Never in his life had he dreamed he would find such physical and emotional love and fulfillment. “Did I hurt you?”

Emma moaned and kissed his neck. “Only for a moment, and then it was . . . was . . . indescribable.” She giggled. “Had I known the pleasure in physically making love, we would not have waited so long.”

Thomas nuzzled her neck. “Had I known as well, I would have made love to you the very night we became betrothed.” He rolled onto his back, taking Emma with him so she lay half on top of him, her head nestled on his chest, her hand resting on top of his heart.

“Actually, I’m glad we waited.” Thomas’s fingertips lingered as they moved up and down Emma’s back. “This night is the most special night of my entire life. And I can hardly wait to spend my years loving you like this and growing old with you.”

“I’m sorry I doubted you,” Emma whispered.

“You had every right to.”

Emma’s fingers played with his chest hair, distracting him. “I read the letter Papa wrote me. The whole time I was with you my instincts told me you were an honorable man. I ignored them. Will you forgive my stubborn American pride? And my father for what he did?”

Thomas placed his warm, moist lips on her forehead. “There is nothing to forgive.”

“As to your reference about thousands of times,” she murmured as she slid her hand slowly down his stomach, “why don’t we get started?”



THE END