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Her whole body tingled, although she didn’t know what he actually planned to do. Albert had not been one to linger at bed sport, for which she had always been grateful. Now, however, it seemed that every nerve ending awaited Ian’s touch.
Ian lathered a washcloth and began stroking one of her arms with it. Slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. Although he wasn’t doing anything more than getting rid of the grime, the sensation was amazing. He lifted her arm, bringing the cloth down along her ribs, just grazing the side of her breast. Her breathing shallowed and her breast suddenly felt heavy and achy with need. He smiled—did he know what she was feeling?—and did the same with the other arm, this time his knuckles brushing alongside the other breast.
Emily’s breathing hitched. She wanted him to touch her. Really touch her. Instead, he dipped the cloth and squeezed water over her collarbone and dribbled it across her nipples, which peaked immediately.
“Please…” She broke off.
“Please what?” He dragged the washcloth lightly over her again. “What do ye want me to do?”
“I…want…you…to touch me,” she whispered.
“Like this?” He lightly traced around one breast with a finger.
A moan escaped her. “M…more.”
He dropped the cloth and cupped both breasts, kneading them. “Like this?”
“Y-yes.”
He grinned again and rubbed a nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “Or like this?”
“Ahhh!”
“Or maybe this.” Ian leaned forward and laved the other nipple with his tongue, circling the areola.
A squeak emerged from her as she closed her eyes in bliss. How could this feel so wonderful? She was lost in heady sensation as he covered her nipple with his mouth and began to suck while pinching and pulling the other one.
And then she felt his free hand slide down her belly to the apex of her thighs, which were brazenly splayed open under the water. His fingers separated her folds, stroking them in rhythm to the suckling of her breast. A strange pulsing began between her legs as her body responded. She felt herself rising as though riding a wave, then plunging into a trough, only to rise higher with each of his strokes. Something was building inside her like a sea building in a storm. Some aching need she’d never felt before. Something… She wanted…whatever was gathering inside her…
And then his thumb pressed against that little nub that had been throbbing, and for a second the world went black as a rogue wave crested, washing over her.
She opened her eyes to find Ian watching her, his whisky-colored eyes darkened with his own desire. Almost before she had time to recover her breath, he lifted her against him, pulled her legs tight around his waist, and took her mouth with his, tongue delving deep inside while his manhood penetrated her.
The initial shock of his filling her, stretching her wide, quickly changed to more want and moreneed. She whimpered as the odd tension built again, the waves rising higher this time, the troughs plunging deeper as his hips undulated against her, his thrusts deep and hard. She met those thrusts with her own, not caring at the moment whether she was being rent in two, knowing only that she wanted him deeper, harder… Their tongues did battle as their bodies strove to become one.
And then his hands were around her waist, lifting her, his shaft nearly leaving her. She cried out her displeasure and he slammed her down on him, his manhood pounding into her before the wave crested once more.
For long minutes, she lay against him, her body weightless as she floated in her own sea of pleasure and contentment. The metaphors were all true. The sea just crashed, the earth had moved, the volcano erupted… All the times she’d listened to other women speaking of bed sport as though it were actually enjoyable and laughed at them. Ha. The joke was definitely on her, because bed sport was all of that and more. Much, much more.
Finally, she roused herself enough to lift her head and gaze at him.
A corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile. “I told ye I was going to do more than look…”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Emily woke the next morning to something very warm and solid in her bed. Slowly she opened her eyes and then realized it wasn’t her bed she was sleeping in. It was Ian’s and he was lying beside her. When she looked at his face, his golden eyes were watching her.
“How long have you been awake?”
“Not long enough. I like watching ye sleep. Ye are like a soft kitten, curling yerself against me.”
“I did not…” She stopped, since she couldn’t argue the point that she had her arm over his chest and one leg intertwined with his. “I rememberyouholdingmewhen I fell asleep.”
“Aye. And ye snore.”
“I donot!”
He laughed. “Well, a snuffling sound.”
