Page 43 of The Matchmaker Meets her Duke
The soap fell easily, wordlessly from her grasp, and Pandora was more than happy to let it fall. She moaned into his mouth as he covered her mouth with his. His tongue flicked hers, encouraging her to tangle with his, scraping the backs of her teeth. His hands traveled down the small of her back until she was hot, writhing, and outright whimpering his name.
Then, as gently as he had gathered her to him, he let her go. Pandora batted her eyelashes, dazed. She felt mad and hot and hungry for something she couldn't put into words. She wanted his mouth to plant wet kisses on her skin. She wanted his hands wickedly exploring every bend and curve of her body.
Without a word, Emmett took the soap that had fallen from her and gently began to wash her. A delicious shudder shot through her as his hands stroked her cleavage. He was gentle, precise, but wordless. The silence was so intimate, it nearly choked. She should say something. "I thought you might be too tired tonight," she blurted, and then scolded herself, not very confident that those were the best words to utter.
What if he stopped? She didn't want him to stop. A maddening heat was pooling between her legs, tremors running up and down her spine, and if she stopped now she was fairly certain she would go mad.
"Not too tired to make you hot." And his breath was every bit of that; hot in her ears. His words were sweet and low, a soft caress against her cheeks.
"Is that what you're doing now? Making me hot?" They were words. They were supposed to sound like words, anyway. But she was delirious with heat and pleasure and they came out of her mouth ragged, hoarse, choked from all the sensations that whirled in her head. He was too much. He was everything, he was more than she could contain.
"Not nearly enough," he whispered into her mouth as he put the soap away. In one swift movement, he cupped her breasts in his palm. Pandora moaned at the full heat of his palm caressing her flesh. They fit perfectly into the curve of his hands, lush and round, exactly the right shape. He bent his dark head and she felt the touch of his lips on her breast, and a surge of pleasure bolted to the back of her head.
He sucked harder and rubbed his thumb over her other nipple. A breathless cry tore from Pandora's mouth. She drew in sharp breaths, her mind going completely blank as her body arced up. A moan broke from her lips.
He ravaged kisses across the creamy expanse of her body. He bit down her earlobe, and a surge of unexpected pleasure slashed through her at the feel of his teeth on her skin. He groaned his approval at the sound of her moans, touching her, discovering, fondling her, one startling sensation after another. His mouth on her ear. His hands cupped her breasts, caressing, squeezing, suckling.
"Your breasts, Pandora. You have the loveliest breasts," he said to her while his teeth gently scraped her nipple. Pandora sobbed at the deliciously painful contact and curled her fingers around the solid muscle. She grabbed his shoulders, fingers digging into his back, her nails biting into the supple skin, her body against his like silk on steel.
She was full, dizzy, sizzling with passion as she felt the force of him, the full strength of him as his muscles bunched and contracted at the dig of her fingers.
She writhed in the water. The ache between her legs tightened. She wriggled, looking for a way to ease the squeezing clutch of heat. His mouth found hers again in a desperate mesh of lips and tongues. She dug her hands deep in his hair, pulling his head closer, kissing him. And then, without thinking, craving and senseless with pleasure, she straddled him.
Emmett groaned into her ears as her thighs brushed against himthere,the feel of it hard and delicious against her lower belly.
Pandora lifted her head. His eyes were blinded with desire when she looked into them. "Did that feel good?" she whispered.
"Yes," he said. He was watching her curiously, his hands playing loosely in her hair. Tentatively, relying on instincts rather than prior knowledge, Pandora took him, shyly running her hand over the slope of him.
"Heavens, Pandora," he groaned. His pupils dilated, darkened with pleasure. "If you keep doing that you'll have me unraveling in your hands."
She smiled up at him. She knew it was a compliment, but she was uncertain what he meant. "What does that mean?"
"Wouldn't you like to find out," he said, and pinched her nipple. He was merely teasing but Pandora whimpered at the touch. But she didn't take his hand away from the painfully tightened bud, and she didn't stop her hand from moving gently up and down his shaft.
He shut his eyes, his warm ridge pulsing under her hands as if with a heartbeat of its own. Pandora watched him intently, her belly strung tight and ablaze with pleasure and pride.Shewas doing that to him. It was her hands working him, making him grit his teeth and growl his pleasure.
Emmett opened his eyes and gently took her hands away from his still-throbbing member. He kissed her hands, then her mouth, nibbling until she was writhing again, ready to lose herself in his arms. She wanted something. She wanted more. She pressed her lips to his ears. "Emmett, please," she begged.
"Yes?"
"Where does it go?"
"What's that?" he innocently asked.
"It."She wrapped her hands lightly over him again, and he actually jerked back. "Where does it go? Please."
Four words: "Let me show you."
He squeezed her bottom, then powerfully clasped her hips as he pulled her toward him. The water rippled with the movements of their limbs. His hand came upon her thighs, inching upward with all the slowness in the world. All the breath escaped Pandora's lungs when his hands stopped there, right in that center of heat that had pooled inside her legs, that had stretched and ached all night. She shook with whimpers, and his mouth covered her, swallowing her cries.
"Yes. No. Please,"she moaned. She didn't know what she wanted. She didn't know what she was begging for, but she knew only he could give it to her.
Emmett did not blink or take his eyes from her face as he lowered his hand into a place where no man had touched her before. With writhing, excruciating slowness, he slipped a finger inside, his long hardness sinking into her wet softness.
Pandora gasped. She was a woman of many gasps tonight.
She clutched his arm wildly, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her breasts dangling and heaving as she arced off the tub.
