Page 51 of The Forbidden Lord
When her hands reached his waist, he groaned, then unbuttoned the top two buttons of his trousers. Grabbing her gloveless hand, he slid it inside. “Touch me,” he whispered, his gaze hot on her as she resisted feebly. “Touch me as you touched him.”
“H-Him?”
“The statue.” His voice was hoarse with need as he pushed her hand down to where something long and hard strained against his stockingette drawers. “The centaur.”
“I didn’t … touch him like this.”
“You might as well have,” he choked out. “You made me jealous of the damned creature, for God’s sake.”
His admission thrilled her. It was surely wrong to put her hand on his groin and certainly beneath his trousers, but Lady Emma wanted to touch him very badly. And Lady Emma always did exactly as she wanted. Besides, looking at that statue had roused her curiosity. Timidly, she curled her fingers around him as he bade.
The hard thing leapt to life in her hands, and she let go with a gasp.
“No, don’t,” he groaned, then pushed her hand back to cup him. Her mouth went dry as his hand urged hers to stroke him. “God, yes, like that. Don’t stop.”
He thrust against her hand a couple of times, his eyes closed, his expression one of sheer need.
But when she tightened her grip on him out of curiosity to see the effect, his eyes shot open and he jerked her hand out of his trousers with a curse. “That’s too good. No more. I can’t take any more.”
His wanton gaze locked with hers as he reached for the hem of her skirt and drew it up so high it bared her legs nearly above the knees. “Your turn,” he whispered with a teasing smile that froze her breath in her throat.
What did he mean?
He showed her. Smoothing his hands up her thighs, he caressed her lightly above her garters. Then she felt his fingers open the slit in her drawers. She tried to clamp her legs together, but his body between them prevented that. “Jordan, I don’t know if you?—”
The first caress made her jerk. The second made her sigh. By the third, she was aching for more, her hips writhing on the table in her attempt to get closer to his teasing fingers. “Dear heavens, Jordan …Jordan…”
“Yes, Emma?” He stroked her again, and she gasped. “Do you like that? Have I pleased you?”
“Goodness gracious?—”
Whatever else she might have said was lost in the needy kiss he gave her. He fondled her devilishly, driving her to madness. She no longer cared what happened to her. She was in the arms of the man she’d dreamed feverishly about for weeks, and he was showing her what passion was all about. Everything else paled by comparison.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, flexing and unflexing as he made her twitch and wiggle. When he slid his finger inside her, she was beyond being shocked. This was what she’d been waiting for, what she wanted. It was delicious. She liked it—she loved it!
“God, how I’ve wanted to do this from the first moment I saw you,” he rasped out. “I’ve wanted to touch you, to have you in my arms like this, to be inside you, my sweet, adorable darling.”
The endearment sent a thrill coursing through her.
“I’ve thought of nothing but you since we kissed,” he said fervently, his finger driving deep inside her.
Somehow she’d grown damp inside, making it easier for him to stroke her. “And they say you have no romantic feeling,” she whispered as she clutched at his shoulders. “How wrong they are!”
He delved inside the slick passage between her legs with a particularly insolent caress. “This isn’t romantic feeling, my dear. This is desire, pure and simple. I’ve never lacked for that. Not for you.”
It took a few seconds for his words to drift through the haze of seduction, but when they did, she froze and drew back to look at him. “Wh-what did you say?”
He nuzzled her ear, his finger still thrusting inside her. “I said I’ve always wanted you. Surely you knew that.”
His words were like a cold bucket of water dumped on her head. All her rampant urges and shameful impulses died at once.
The … the lecherous wretch! She’d thought he wanted her, but he’d just wantedthis! Oh, mercy, she was going to be sick. She’d been such a fool!
Frantically, she grabbed at his arms, trying to get his hands off of her.
“What the devil are you doing?!” he cried when she dragged his hands from beneath her skirts. The incredulous look on his face was exactly what she deserved for being so stupid.
“Get away from me!” she cried desperately. “I don’t want your hands on me!”
